It Continues

"Tell us why you let a homeless dude piss in your purse," said the guy with the red mohawk.

"He told me to give him my purse," said Joey meekly.

"And you just did?" asked the girl.

"Yes."

"You just do what you're told?" asked the young man in the Superman shirt.

"No."

"Give me your panties," said the guy on he far left.

Before she knew what she was doing, Joey was reaching up under her dress.

"She's doing it?" asked the girl.

"I don't know why I'm doing these things," said Joey on the verge of tears. Sher removed her white panties with little blue birds on them and handed the to the boy.

The girl handed Joey her Coca-Cola. "Pour this over your head."

"Please stop making me do things," said Joey as she took the Coke, removed the top and started to pour it over her head.

"No one's putting a gun to your head," said the guy with the red mohawk. He stood up and lowered his pants. "Suck my cock."

"Please stop!" begged Joey as she dropped the empty Coke bottle and walked over and knelt in front of the boy. "Please!"

"Just shut up and suck it!"

Joey watched the young man's cock harden, and she started sucking it.

"Fuck! I know who that is!" said the girl. "That's the chick from that stupid Kissing Booth movie!"

"It is?"

"Yeah! Hey, if that's you, give a thumbs up."

Joey gave a thumb's up.

"She's an actress? Fuck!" said the boy with the short red hair. "What's her name?"

"Hell, hold on." The girl took out her phone and searched. "Joey King!"

Joey was absolutely mortified as she kept sucking the boy's cock. He had a musky odor as if he had not showered that day, but she kept sucking his cock.

A police siren gave a short burst.

"Run!" said one of the boys.

The guy pulled his dick from Joey's mouth and shot a load on her face twice before he zipped up and ran off. Joey grabbed her purse and ran, which was a command.

Joey made it to her car. She realized her keys were in her purse. She pulled her purse op and saw the wet keys. She reached in and pressed the button to unlock the car, and she climbed in. She was thankful for the keyless engine start. She locked the doors and panted. She looked at herself in her rear-view mirror. Her hair was wet and sticky with Coke, and there was cum on her face. She looked around her car for something to wipe the cum off but there was nothing. She just sat there and wondered what the hell was happening to her. She was too keyed up and freaked to drive, so she tried her best to calm herself down.