Time to go swimsuit shopping

As you walked into the shopping district, girl after girl, woman after woman, female after female saw you wearing nothing but a blush and one of your hands. You heard, giggling, whispering, phone cameras snapping and jokes about the fact you only needed one hand to cover yourself.

You feel Zoe's hand on your buttcheek and you turn to see her looking at where your hand is, trying to get another glimpse at your little buddy. She notices you looking and quickly turns and removes her hand from your cheek, though not before blushing.

Rebecca then lead you to a shop. It was a clothing store that sold a lot of swimsuits. The sign on the door said "No shirt, No shoes, No service."

"Uh, Rebecca, I don't think I'm allowed in there."

"Just wait out here with the weirdo and I'll come get you. One of my friends works here, she can bend the rules for us."

She walked inside and Zoe leaned against you. "So, Sam, you having fun?"

"I wouldn't call this fun, Zoe."

"I'm having a blast."

She then squeezes your butt as you feel your penis start to rise. Good thing your hand is big enough to cover it.

You're about to tell Zoe to cut it out when Rebecca returns.

"Ok, it's time to get that speedo of yours. As much as I'd love for you to strut that itty-bitty cock around for my amusement, I don't want you to get arrested."

Both girls lead you inside to the swimsuit shop. As you walk in, the cashier looks at you in shock. You tremble but that's when Rebecca decides to give her a show by forcibly removing your hand from your crotch.