Kara is taken off-guard

She shouldn’t do this. Kara knew that. Letting a bunch of drunk, rich creeps have their way with her in a dark alley would only teach them that this kind of behavior was acceptable. If she let them do this, they might try to do it again to some poor girl who couldn’t turn them all to paste if she slapped them too hard. So, even though this was really, unfathomably hot, she should stop them.

“Okay guys,” she said, injecting some firmness into her voice. “That’s enough. Let go of me, or-” Kara broke off with a moan as the guy grabbing her breast squeezed. ‘Oh Rao!’ she thought dizzily ‘What on earth was that?’ Why had that felt so good? Her legs wobbled beneath her as Kara struggled to remain standing.

“There we go!” one of the guys cheered. Apparently, they weren’t quite drunk enough to miss her reaction. “That’s what we like to see! Peter, get her sweater.”

Peter was apparently the one holding her breast. He let go to pull the sweater over her head in one fluid motion. Kara was still too discombobulated to stop him.

“Nice!” one of the others said admiringly. “Are they real?”

“What?” Kara asked, trying to shake off her daze. “Of course they’re-”

“Feels like it,” Peter said, grasping her breasts again. This time, with only her bra in the way, and both breasts in Peter’s hands, the feeling was much more intense. Kara felt her legs give out from under her, and she slumped back against Peter.

“Cool!” the one who had asked said happily. “Okay, guys. It’s Andrew’s birthday, so he gets to go first. Right?”

The guys nodded to each other, while Kara tried to focus. What was wrong with her? She couldn’t remember ever being this horny! She had to get out of here, before she did something stupid.