Billy, her nerdy neighbor.

It was Billy, her nerdy next door neighbor. He had tried to start up conversations with her before, but always ended up talking about manga and anime. Crystal had no interest in those subjects. "Say, that's an interesting look you've got going on there." Crystal couldn't help it, she blushed. She could feel everyone's eyes crawling over her exposed flesh.

"Uh, yeah…" she said, voice quaking. "It's not a very good time Billy. I..OHH!!!" Something had taken her nipple and stroked it, was still stroking it. It felt like fingers, but there was nothing there. She was still in the trashy outfit that the ink had formed for her, and this didn't feel like the tattoo had anyway. This felt distinctly like fingers.

She gasped again, stumbling back on her ridiculous heels. Billy looked concerned. "Is something wrong? Do you need me to get the paramedics?" He pointed to the ambulance that was parked across the street, next to the fire trucks. "No, no. I'm OK," she said backing away.

Across the street a black limousine pulled up. The back window rolled down and a bald black man leaned out grinning. In his hand he held a bra. Crystal's favorite bra. "HEY!" she called out, forgetting about her vulnerable predicament for the moment. As she stalked towards him, heels clacking on the pavement, he rubbed his thumb slowly over the inside of one of the bra's cups. She gasped again, his motion miming the one she felt playing with her nipples. He was doing this to her!

She stopped advancing, unsure of what to do. He opened the limo door, still smiling. "Get in, Child," he said in a heavily accented voice. "We've got a lot talk about."