Get a shirt from your locker

You fume angrily for a moment before thinking clearly again. Why chase down these bitches when you have plenty of spare clothes in your gym locker, not that far from here. Somehow clothes have a tendency to get destroyed these days, extras are a must.

You walk towards the women's locker room from the makeshift festival area without covering your exposed chest. The ladies around you are concerned with activities and don't really care anyway, and the girls most likely to bully you just ran off to get gang **** in the men's section, presumably.

As you exit the field under the bleachers the protection of the festival is no longer in place, so you cover yourself more modestly with your hands. You don't want to anger any passing teachers who might yell at you for being topless around school. While not being in the process of getting a donation, anyway.

You approach the locker room and reach a hand off one breast to open the door and someone else's hand quickly replaces it and begins to squeeze. You jump from shock then grimace. Almost made it.

"H-Hey... Sarah." You hear meekly from behind you. You slowly turn to face the owner of the hand on your chest and see Bazzle, the school nerd, who immediately drops his hand and looks down at the floor, embarrassed at being so forward. He's not exactly ugly, but he's quite the beta in this world of alphas taking what they want from the women around them. He likes you because you're the most attractive girl who allows him to occasionally donate. You don't mind cause he was less violent than most.

"I uh... can I... I mean... you wanna give me... like... I mean... give you... ya know... donations?" He stammers out, almost looking prepared to leave already.

You sigh with relief that you weren't immediately sexually accosted as you expected and consider your options.