Run right

Holding your shoes, you run barefoot up the sidewalk, desperately hoping to see signs of life. You cross one empty intersection and run on, your breasts bouncing, your breath heaving, your bare feet sore from the pavement.

From the noise behind you you've gained a little ground on your pursuers, and you risk a glance over your shoulder to see one figure chasing you about a two hundred feet behind. It looks like Richards, which makes you wonder where your professor is.

You see another intersection ahead and speed up, intending to turn the corner and lose your pursuer. You glance back as you near the corner seeing Richards falling further back, apparently exhausted. With a little gasp of hope you sprint around the corner, looking back for a last glance.

You run into something that yelps in shock. You stagger and fall, scraping your knee on the pavement. A few feet away another woman is getting to her feet, wobbling a bit as she stands on five inch heels.

"Watch where you goin' bitch!" she shouts at you. "What you doing running around like that for you skanky naked ass bitch?"

As you get to your feet you see that she's wearing a micro-mini skirt that barely covers her ass and only a push up bra on her top.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you. I'm trying..."

"You tryin' to run me of my corner is what you tryin' to do, you naked ho! Get your bitch self out of here before I shank your sorry ass!" As she screams **** at you you see that a few other women, all dressed similar to the one you knocked over are drifting down towards you.

"Bitch come runnin' around, knockin' me down, ruinin' my fuckin' clothes! I'm gonna cut you bitch!" she screams, rummaging in her oversized purse.

"No, please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

One of the other women steps closer, addressing the angry one. "Koko, let Jesse handle it. He'll know what to do." Her words seem to have a calming effect on the woman, at least to the extent that she stops looking in her purse.

"Thank you," you say to the woman who intervened. She looks back at you scornfully.

"Don't thank me, ho. You can thank Jesse. That's him pulling up now."

A late model luxury SUV has stopped on the street and double parked. A tall well dressed man gets out of the car and strolls up onto the sidewalk, taking in the scene and looking your naked body over.

"What's all this here?" he asks, and gets deluged in a blather of noise from the cluster of women. "Shut up! Get your asses back to work!" He turns and looks you up and down. "Who are you, honey?"

You babble out your story, starting all the way back to when Richards tried to make you suck his cock. Jesse looks at you perplexed, and finally cuts you off in mid-sentence.

"Don't have time for long stories now. Let's get you off the street. You go ahead and get in the car honey."