Home! As fast as possible!

You'd never planned on going to college in your hometown. College had always been a dream of far-off places, a life-changing experience in the big city somewhere. The money for it had never materialized, though, and you'd resigned yourself to staying in the same boring old town you're so familiar with growing up.

Right now, though? You couldn't be more relieved that you've got somewhere safe to escape to within walking distance.

You wait for an opportune moment - unfortunately the man out there is greedy enough that he's content to watch the writhing pile of bodies in front of him and not the two girls pleasing his cock. Finally, after what seems like hours, he pushes the girls in front of him around, and studies the thick asses shaking up at him. Just pick one already!, you think, then try not to feel too guilty about wishing he'd hurry up and fuck one of them.

Eventually, he chooses, and at last as the chosen girl's squeals become the loudest sound out there the man appears distracted enough that escape might be possible. You push the door, slowly, petrified that it might creak and give you away, but for once today you're in luck and you slip out of the shop without drawing any attention. Hugging the wall, heart pounding, you move away from the scene. You're not sure exactly what would happen if you were caught... but it would probably involve being "invited" to join in. And as hot as those girls were, somehow you get the feeling he wouldn't be interested in sharing.

It's only when you get to a corner and dart around it that you feel safe enough to stand up. The sounds behind you that propelled you onward are muted, for now. You rise up from your half-crouch, dusting yourself off. You're free.... for the moment. Free of... whatever power that man has. Free of the possibility he could have affected you, too.

Retracing your journey back home from where you'd set out that day isn't hard, even in your emotional state. You've walked these streets many times, familiar with the town that's been your home for more than twenty years. The same shops, the same apartment blocks rising among the skyline. The streets are never packed, but there's no-one at all in sight, when there should be at least a few people wandering this streets at this hour of the day. You risk a look behind you; there's a spirally column of dust back from where you came from, drifting skywards.

More worrying, though, is off behind it, in the distance... you think you can see another one just like it.

Hurrying along, you find yourself back in your neighbourhood. Apart from the lack of people it's just as you left it this morning, and despite yourself you feel a sense of calm you haven't felt all morning settle around you. You're safe, here.

Repeating that as a mantra a few times takes you almost past your home, such is your concentration. You double back, and soon you're fetched up against your own front door. Rummaging for your keys in the pocket of your jeans takes a little more time than normal; you aren't too surprised to see your hands trembling a little. Still, it isn't long before you're safely back inside your own home, your sanctuary.

Not that you have a chance to relax.

You head off down the corridor towards your room, intent on finding out what on Earth is going on here. You briefly hear movement behind you, and your sister's voice calls out behind you, from the lounge. "Whoooooo is it?" You could stop and talk to her, if you liked. But maybe it would be better just to get to your room and start thinking.