Obeys....

With the moving of the train making her steps hesitant, Julie started slowly, idly gripping the pole, taking awkward steps in her high heels as she swung around, seeing the guys taking her every move in as well, and she stopped briefly.

"Imagine you're in your room, doing it in front of your mirror. Every girl fantasizes about that, doesn't she?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, and did. Not every girl did that, but she had before. Another trick of the blackmailer, she figured, knowing her thoughts and what she'd imagined, that she'd pretended she was doing it for Jason, and she extended an arm languidly, arching her neck backwards towards her 'boyfriend', bending one knee as she opened her eyes lazily in moderate disinterest, as if she didn't know what she was.

With a quick move, she pulled herself in, spinning towards her target, her legs squeezed around the pole as she gyrated against it, again bending backwards as if she was 'riding' it, rubbing her pelvis up and down it, bending down almost to the ground before coming back up to it. This would be the point where she'd be taking something off, except she had nothing to take off here that wouldn't leave her indecent; and she felt her blackmailer would have no time for that, as she ran one hand down the middle of her body slowly, teasing the strings of her bikini, and the button on her shorts every so slightly, daring to suggest she wanted them off as she sat down on the seat, rubbing up and down her thighs. She cupped her breasts in her hands just for a moment, allowing a slight grin to cross her face before she again pretended to undo the knot of her bikini behind her, daring to pull the string every so slightly.

She'd almost forgotten she had an audience before her tormentor spoke again.

"Now a lap dance."

She stood up. "Okay..." She moved in, wanting to draw him into the more private seat, but he stayed out near the aisle. "No. Let them watch."

Julie found it harder to block out the guys this time, feeling their eyes on her again, but the action was much easier to get into as she straddled her guys' lap. She folded her hands behind her head and gyrated against him, running her hands up and down his torso in an effort to try to keep his hands off of hers, hoping she could get him off and then get the tape before they got to the station.

She rested her hands behind his neck and slowly started grinding him, slowly riding him, feeling the bulge under his pants as she leaned in closer to him, her face and breasts inches from his as she swerved her body to pleasure him. His face was stoic, but certain parts of him weren't as she grooved and swerved to an unknown beat, stretching and pushing in an attempt to pleasure him enough to get the tape.

That didn't work, as he ran his hands up and down her sides, his thumbs flicking her breast under her skimpy top, testing the strings as he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She didn't return it, but he was relentless, his tongue pressing against her teeth, and eventually he pulled her hair when she stopped dry-humping him, and her gasp allowed his tongue to start invading her mouth.

"Keep at it."

He stopped only to say that before taking his attentions to a higher level, crushing her mouth in his as one hand snaked under her shorts to her ass, squeezing the bare flesh beneath while his other rubbed her breasts and back underneath her skimpy top, and she felt it loosening with his constant movements. She wondered if he could feel the foreign substance on her tits, and if he'd know what it was.

Julie's complaints were being cut off by his relentless mouth ****, and he didn't stop even as he got to his feet, and she stood with him, **** to by his right hand lifting her up by her shoulders, the train's movements continuing unabated as it started into a long gap between stations. She was confused by his sudden change in plans, but he was strong despite his rangy look, and he kept one hand between her legs, and one under her shoulder, as he pushed her forward.

He pushed her into a wall, and grasped her hand in his and extended it upwards, and she recognized that he wanted her to submit. Julie didn't like it, and struggled as she felt her shorts loosen; his hand unbuttoning them.

"No....."

He smothered her with his mouth as his other hand went behind her neck to undo the neck strap, and despite herself she heard the guys' whispers nearby...

"Holy shit, look what he's doing to her..."

Her breasts came free, her top held only by the strings behind her back. Her shorts were pulled only the briefest of amounts down her thighs, just enough to expose her dripping pussy as she saw his cock come free; he worked fast.

It was about to get worse, as her black tormentor, after pushing her shorts further down her thighs, yanked her away from the wall and spun her so she was facing the guys, her breasts and pussy exposed as she felt an intruder at her rear entrance.

Despite herself, Julie couldn't help but yell as she was ass fucked for the first time as the large black cock plumbed her rear entrance. She continued to yelp as she was assaulted from behind, the man's hands continuing to maul her breasts and pussy unabated, the guys getting a great view of it all as they gaped in wonder from several feet away, seeing an essentially naked girl, her top hanging down and shorts near her knees, getting plundered by a black guy whom she'd never met before.

Julie could tell they liked what they were seeing. There was something about seeing a barely clad woman getting fucked by a fully clothed man that turned guys on, and they wished it was them. Despite herself, she wondered if they would join in, whether she would let them, as she continued to get filled from behind, and her body assaulted and molested.

Eventually, she felt the man's rod pulse, and her yelps finally subsided as the man emptied himself into her, and the cum dripped out of her gaping hole, some of it hitting her slit, and some of it dripping onto her shorts as she collapsed to the ground, partially in pain, partially in pleasure. While he desperately tried to compose herself, pulling her shorts back up, and feeling the cum soak into her skin and into her tight shorts as she did.

Her 'boyfriend' calmly zipped up and approached the guys, tossing the tape back in front of her as he did. They high-fived him callously, whooping and cheering as Julie retied her top quickly, shakily getting to her feet, hearing the conversation behind her as the train pulled up to the next station.

"Dude, is that your girlfriend?"

"That slut?? He pointed back at Julie as she grabbed the tape, making a beeline for the door.

The guys looked at him quizzically before returning their gaze to the barely-clad teenager.

"No, I'd never met her until today."

With that, he walked away, and Julie knew she couldn't stay now, so she darted out the door without thinking. Even if they weren't at Trenton, she hoped she had enough time to catch another train north if she had to. But she couldn't risk letting the guys at her after what they'd seen.

And, as she threw the tape under the train's next carriage so it would crush it underfoot, she figured she'd been fast enough getting off that they wouldn't be quick enough to react to it themselves.