An unwanted encounter

Jordan kept on her way home. It was a long walk ahead and her feet already ached in her doc martens. She was on a barren suburban road, with the occasional car passing her.

Honk Honk

A red pickup truck pulled next to Jordan. Two well groomed men were in the car.

“Hey Little lady, any reason you’re walking all by yourself?”

“No reason. Buzz off creeps.” Jordan scorned at them

“Hey, we aren’t trying to cause any harm. We do see though that you are wearing that highschool over there’s gym uniform.” the man says pointing towards the just visible roof of the highschool. “Are you ditching Honey?”

“No, and I said piss off.” Jordan started walking away

The two men looked at each other. Clearly angry, they pulled back up to Jordan.

“Listen bitch. We’re trying to be adults, do you need a ride?” The man in the passenger seat said “And I’m not asking, get in. Or we’ll **** you back into that school.”

Jordan's eyes went wide. She couldn’t go back. Jordan went to the back of the car, pulling on the backdoor.

“Gotta ask nice.”

Jordan grunted

“Can I please have a ride?” Jordan pleaded

The door unlocked. Jordan lifted herself into the truck. Unbeknownst to her, her massive shirt got stuck in the door while she closed it. Pulling it to the side and revealing her tiny shorts to the two men. The two men turned around, awe-struck at the sitting Jordan. The driver started back on the road.

“Uhh. Ma’am, you got your shirt stuck.” The passenger said

Jordan looked down, seeing her cameltoe and long pale legs. She blushed. She tried to open the door to unclamp her shirt. But it was locked.

“C...can you unlock the door please?” Jordan whimpered as she went and put her hand between her legs.

“Sorry, the doors don't unlock unless the car stops.” The driver said

“Wait, where are we going? I didn’t tell you where I wanted to go.” Jordan worryingly said

“Oh, we're stopping at this gas station not to far, just go ahead and tug on the shirt. The doors aren’t that sealed tight.” The driver gave a smirk to his passenger “I’m Bob and this is John by the way.”

“Jordan.” She said tugging on the trapped shirt.

RRRrrrrrriiiiipppppppppppppp

“NO!” Jordan yelled as she held a tethered cloth in her hand. Her large gym shirt ripped diagonally, showing off a large amount of Jordan’s sideboob and dismantling her left sleeve “Why does this keep happening to me!”

“Oh shit, sorry,” John said

“Can you please skip the gas station, just take me home. I don’t live too far.” Jordan pleaded

The two men looked at each other.