He begins feeling you up

You feel like a deer in the headlights as he guided you up the stairs on the bus. You shudder in obvious discomfort as you feel his rough fingers grab your ass and begin to play with it. You can't even make eye contact with the bus driver, a fat black man who stares at you with his own predatory eyes.

"Bus fare?"

You nearly jump at his question as the old man behind you slithers his hand away to reach for his wallet. You quickly do the same, before cursing yourself. You had left your bus card at Bob's.

"I'm sorry...I..." you manage to squeak out, pawing at your skirt.

"It's okay," the man says behind you, putting double the fare down.

"Tha- thanks," you mutter, as he quickly guides you to the back of the bus.

As you look around, you see the bus is empty. Fear rose in your throat as you figured out why he was leading you to the back.

"Don't worry," the man said, "I live pretty close by."

That wasn't something that caused you any relief. Now you understood why the girls in your class didn't go out alone at night.

One of his hands grasps your knee, the rough calloused fingers scraping over your freshly shaved legs.

"I'm Roberto," the man said, grabbing your slender hand with his other and bringing it to his lips for a kiss.