Search For My Clothes

Finally having a moment of quiet, I look around, finding myself meeting the gaze of more than a few people, all of whom were giving me a curious glance, clearly sizing me up and why I was here, before quickly looking away. I stood up on the cardboard I had just been banged on, unsure what they may be up to, before quickly returning to looking for my clothes. I spot my top lying on the other side of the street, and I dash my way across and grab it in one hand before it could blow away. Every step caused my breasts to bounce before them, but I gave it no mind, preferring to focus on the goal at hand.

I let out a sigh, noting that at least it hadn't been damaged, only to see it get blown back across the street, landing in the yard where I had come. I let out a sigh, before looking both ways for traffic, and dashing back across the street. I get near, only to watch as the wind blows it away from me again, closer to the house. This time it lands by the porch, and as I approach, I hear someone caught. I froze, surprised by the sound.

It took me a few seconds before overcoming my sudden tentativeness, and I scan around for where it blown to. I soon found myself looking over at two rough individuals stepping out from beside a building, into my line of sight. They get between me and my fallen top, and one of them looks to the other, quickly showing which one is subservient to whom. The latter individual also happens to have my skirt in his hands, who I catch making a rather raunchy look my way, staring with a lewd expression as he stares up at my naked body. With him not looking away, like the others when they were caught, I paused in surprise, wondering what they are up to.

They remain silent for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the view. The gruff man in charge speaks after what felt like forever, during which I somehow manage to stay still before their steady gaze. "I figured our little whore would come back for her fallen garments. You think you can just come and pick it up?" He paused, a sneer forming on his face. After a moment, he took a step forward, eying me in a dirty manner that was filled with lust, looking me over coyly before saying, "If you want your skirt and top back, you have to serve us first. Oh, I'm sure I could just grab you and **** you, but I like it better when I screw the willing ... even if ****, partners. I find it more enjoyable when they are given the option to leave, but choose to let me and my crew pound them anyway. Also, I don't have to run as much."

He gives me a large, toothy grin that belies a more savage streak in his nature. Well, I'd rather not give in to such rough and brutish types again, but again showing up to work without my skirt would raise more than a few red flags, not to mention questions I'd rather not have to answer.