As the teenage thugs approach, you decide you're not gonna run. You are gonna confront them then and there.
As they approach, you turn to face them. When they reach you, the shorter one says, "Hey, cutie, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"Just passing through," you say in the most feminine voice you can conjure. They don't notice how fake it sounds, for obvious reasons--both of them are drunk as shit.
"Hear that, bro?"Shorty says. "She's just passin' through!"
"Maybe--"a belch interrupts the taller, greasier one's sentence--"maybe we can give her a reason to stay!"
"No, guys, I'm sorry, but--".
"Uh-uh-uh," Shorty says. "No apologies necessary." With that, he reaches out, grabs you by the back of the neck, and pulls you in for a kiss. Even being the short one, he's taller than you, so you're on your tiptoes.
You can taste the stale beer on him. It's disgusting. While you struggle to pull yourself free, Greasy reaches behind you and pinches your ass.
"Hmm, you got some junk in the trunk, huh?" Greasy smiles, slapping your ass. You tear up at the pain--he slapped you hard.
You manage to pull out of Shorty's grip, but Greasy says, "Yeah, Nicki, the cutie likes me better," and he pulls you in for a kiss.
"Fine," Shorty slurs, "then this ass is mine!" He too smacks your ass, causing you to tear up again. He pulls down your plastic pants, revealing your diaper. "Hey, what the shit is this, girly?" He pulls you out of the kiss to face him directly.
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