She's interrupted

"What the fuck do we have here?"

I felt my heart skip a beat as I wheeled around with an audible shriek. All I could see ahead of me were two bright flashlight beams cutting through the darkness, aimed directly at my face. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or what part of my body I should cover, so I just stood there in my slinky little outfit like a dumb little slut, watching as the flashlight beams traveled up and down my body, pausing for lengthy moments as they passed across first my breasts, then my exposed gash, the clitoris still swollen from its earlier violation. For a while, nobody spoke. Then, after I thought the silence was getting unbearable, I heard a soft, incredulous sigh.

"Holy shit."

I still didn't know what to do, so I reached up and brushed my bangs out of my eyes. The two beams began slowly traveling towards me. They split as the bearers of each flashlight moved to either side of me. As they approached I could start to make out some features that had previously been obscured by shadows. They were both relatively young; the janitor to the left of me was the older of the two, but even he was no more than thirty. To my right was the security guard—he was twenty, twenty-one at the most, fresh out of high school himself. Their faces were partially hidden by darkness, but I could easily see that they both wore looks like they had won the Vegas jackpot.

I smiled mischievously. That's because they have, I told myself.

I decided to play it cool. "Uh, hi guys," I ventured cautiously.

The security guy moved directly in front of me. He continued to trace the beam of his flashlight across my midsection. "Yeah, whatever," he said breathlessly.

"What the fuck are you doing here dressed in that little get-up?" The janitor spoke from behind me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.