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You sink into the reeking old coat thrown over your body. The greasy hat is making your head itch.

The two bums exchange a long look. You are sure they are going to turn you in. Tears drop slowly down your cheeks and you try to hide your emotion. After a few seconds, the older man with the graying beard turns back to Simmons.

"Ain't seen 'er, but we'll take yer offer unner advisements!" He snaps the tens out of Simmons' hand.

"Pathetic old drunks," mutters Richards as he and Simmons go back into the building.

You wait for the door to close behind them before letting out the breath you were holding. The bearded bum walks back over and leans against the wall. He passes a ten dollar bill to his gaunt friend with the scruffy face. His bloodshot eyes cut in your direction.

"Ya hear that, little lady? Two hunnert bucks for your ass. Thass a lot of money to me and Biff."

"Shoulda took it, Gus," says the skinny man.

"Yeah, mebbe, but I think this little lady gon' be real grateful for us helpin' out an' coverin' for her." His grimy hand reaches out and slides open the coat he had draped over you. He exposes your full, round breasts and your plump pink nipples. His lecherous gaze travels down to your slender waist, wider hips and to the naked mound of your pussy.

"Real grateful'd be nice," says the bum called Biff. He's wearing fingerless gloves and multiple filthy shirts and pairs of pants. He reaches out and roughly grabs one of your breasts. You jerk away form him, letting out a soft cry and finding yourself backed against he wall. Gus puts out a hand to stop his comrade from grabbing you again.

"Easy. We done her a real nice favor. Now let's ask her." Gus turns to you, his bulging bloodshot eyes twinkling with the distant streetlight. "You gon' give us somethin' in return? You gon' suck our cocks?"

He rubs at the bulge in his filthy blue jeans. Biff chuckles, showing you a yellow smile as he rubs at his own hardness. The thought of sucking their filthy cocks is disgusting to you and yet, you can see their point. They saved you from a nightmare. They passed up a lot of money. Now they just want a little pleasure in return.