Run from that oncoming police car.

What’d just happened was impossible, right? Witches weren’t real, and men didn’t just get stripped naked in public. Though Jack looked down and saw his own cock swaying in the warm night’s breeze, he was in total disbelief. Again, Magic was fake, and it wasn’t like women wanted to see guys in the nude…

Right?

A non-witchy cackle from behind made Jack turn around and unintentionally expose his penis to more people: a pair of wolf-whistling housewives with their phones out.

“Heehee, nice dick! My daughter’s gonna love this!” Laughed a busty, blonde woman as she pointed a phone at Jack’s crotch.

Her auburn haired neighbor just smiled from ear-to-ear at the nude boy’s blush, and assured him as he covered his dangling weenie, “Don’t worry fella, we got it all on film! You ain’t got nothin’ to be ashamed of! And maybe you can give those Police-girls over there the same show~”

Hands calmed like vises over his junk, he faced where she’d gestured and saw a patrol car with is sirens on, and a sexy woman hanging out the window with a microphone, “Attention, hottie! You are under arrest! Don’t resist, and put your dick where We can see it!”

Jack was absolutely aghast as four girls in rapid succession cornered his stripped self with every intention to ogle and embarrass him. This wasn’t happening, he thought as the pair of female flatfoots giggled and drove closer to him— flipping down their shades to get a better peep. Malesville never had a large presence of girls in its workforce, except for the famous police department, and its enormous number of girls in blue. Something like half of all cops in the city were ladies, and it felt to the em-bare-assed hunk that the percentage would be a lot higher tonight.

Sore from his afternoon workout, butt-naked, and face hot like a boiling kettle, Jack knew he couldn’t make it far on foot— but he had to escape those approaching sirens and the women ringing them. Letting his penis flop around in the chilly night air despite the filming housewives, Jack took off in a dead sprint; blushing redder with each **** stride.