Nope - seems the night was not over yet

“Hey --- fuckboy.”

A wave of giggles broke the silence.

You kept quiet. They could be addressing someone else, right?

“I'm talking to you, fuckboy.”

No such luck. You found you were holding your breath, and desperately continued to ignore the calls for your attention. Maybe if you pretended to be deaf and mute long enough they would lose interest eventually.

“I think he's ignoring you, Monica”, a second voice spoke up.

Monica responded. “Oh, I don't fuckin' think so.”

You heard the “clunk, clunk” of heavy bootsteps coming towards you through the moving bus. Still shivering, you made yourself into as small a ball as possible. Monica stepped into your vision, leaning over you, and as the sound of her heavy footsteps betrayed, she was a big girl to say the least– at least a full head taller than you, and quite a bit broader too. She was pale as a sheet, but fierce-looking – deep-black dyed hair, partially tied back and shaved on the side, with some bangs dangling over her aggressive expression. She had piercings all over – her lips (covered in deep-black lipstick), nose and ears all carrying accessories.

She was dressed in a plain but tiny black ripped-up top, braless and with one strap hanging loosely off her shoulder, showing off sideboob and cleavage suggesting a modestly sizable chest. The rest of her torso was completely bare, showing off a studded navel adorning a very chubby belly. Below, she wore only the tiniest of miniskirts, pleated and red leather, with dark fishnet tights covering the rest of her massive thighs, all the way down her legs to her giant, metal-covered goth boots.

She looked strong, though. Her bulging, chubby belly nonetheless had visible abs running along the surface. And though covered with a thick layer of fat, her arms and legs especially showed an impressive bulge of muscle underneath. Coupled with her sheer tallness and broadness in the shoulders, Monica gave off distinct strongwoman/sumo-goth vibes.

All futa were naturally stronger than most men, but you got the distinct feeling of being eyed down by some kind of wild beast. This woman could rip you in half and barely break a sweat.

You also couldn't fail to notice that her nipples were huge and erect, seeming to pull up the fabric of her top by a good few inches on their own. Her massive areolas, with the circumference of your fists, also visibly bulged through the shirt.

Her pale, spotless skin shone all over with a sheen of sweat – probably she had just been dancing -- and she was still panting lightly as she hung over you.

Monica smacked her lips.

“You the entertainment for tonight, fuckboy?”

A few whoops and cheers came from the back of the bus.

“No, um, please,” you replied, awkwardly shuffling in your seat. “I'm just trying --- I, I was just assaulted and --”

Monica snorted.

“Well, what'd you expect, walking around naked like that?”

You didn't bother to correct her.

“Just, please, I don't want any trouble...”, you whispered.

“Oooh~?”, she smirked, resting her elbows on the seat in front of you and leaning over, one hand on her chin.

“And what exactly would you be willing to do for us in exchange?”

This confused you, and the expression on your face told her as much.

Monica happily explained. “Well, here's how I see it – walking in here like that, completely naked, bashful and petite little boy like you... And with an ass like that, to boot.”

She said the last part while not-so-subtly letting her eyes wander all over your body.

“The least you're asking for is for me and the girls to run a fucking ****-train on you -- and throw you out, drenched in our jizz, when we're done with you.”, Monica continued, her voice husky with drunken horniness at the prospect.

“Fuck yeah!”, a deep female voice in the back shouted, followed by a few more whoops and drunken shouts.

“In fact, I have half a mind to start with you myself --”

As she said this, your eyes wandered down and to your shock and disgust you saw her penis lifting up her miniskirt and visibly pulsing, climbing to erectness. It was an absolute monster – not particularly long yet, maybe 10 inches or so, but easily as thick as your entire thigh, with a massive, purple-ish head leaking out precum on the bus floor.

“So what I'm saying is --”, she continued, leaning forward and making you shoot your eyes back up to her face. “If you wanna deny us such a good time, you had better offer us something real fuckin' worthwhile instead.”

“W-what... Like, what do you mean?”, you stuttered, awkwardly and futilely still trying your best to cover up the most embarrassing parts of you.

Monica smiled a toothy grin. “How about we start with a lapdance, sweetie?”