Several totally wasted women.

A gaggle of five blatantly drunk—I mean absolutely plastered—ladies are walking up to pose with the three of us, they're all clearly fit, athletic women, the sorts you'd find on a sports team or dance crew.

But, before a camera so much as points in our direction, they get the perverted little idea in their heads to do much more than just take a picture. As we go into our default poses; ones that our boss taught us to strike, the **** con-goers suddenly shove my friends to the ground with excessive ****, knocking the wind out of them, and then jump me all at once. Before I have a chance to even get my bearings, they've swarmed me.

They all start giggling, menacingly, as they guide their invasive hands across the wide swaths of bare skin I had exposed, and I shout "Hey!!!" in shock and rapidly growing fear as they grab hold of my arms, pulling them away from my body, preventing me from defending myself, aside from twisting to face away from the packed convention floor.

A couple of these horrid women shove a hand down the front of my micro shorts and start groping around in a feverish stupor, trying to grab my cock. It's only by dint of a deft jerking hip movement that I prevent my 'rifle' being fondled, getting their rapacious mitts out of my shorts, and begin hyperventilating at the close call. One of the several girls assailing me notices the new position of my butt, which is now sticking out facing the gathered crowd, and supplies to her perverted, drunken cohorts a nasty little idea. "Heyy, letz show everryone here this sexxy guy's ass!"

An unwanted mitt grabs haphazardly onto the upper-back portion of my tight black shorts, and then, the plastered Indian girl, who was acting as their leader, with the full might of her athletic body, yanks upwards, pulling the elastic fabric between my buttcheeks in a shocking, painful, violating wedgie. Insufficient cover to begin with, the micro-shorts hiked into my ass now must've hidden nothing at all of my bubble butt from the throngs of titillated and amused attendees who were doing nothing to help me, cruelly taking their phones out and laughing as I was attacked and violated.

My boss runs in and makes good on his promise to drop-kick these trouble makers, but he isn't exactly a large man, so the big, strong woman he targets, overflowing on 'liquid courage' doesn't even notice the impact, and shoves him to the ground offhandedly.

"Y'all might wanna start recording this!" Hollers the robust, intoxicated brunette with the vise-grip on my left arm to the titillated crowd getting an eyeful of my bare ass, I'm terrified and unwilling to discover what she means by that, and begin struggling, shouting, "No! Let me go! Let me go!!"