She helps

By the expression on the porcelain doll face of the prissy high school student, you can tell Marcy has resigned to her fate much as you have. You see her look down to you and ease forward on the green vinyl benchseat, easing her weight off the school bus seat as she feels you pull on the elasticized waistband of her glossy white panties.

Ever so slowly you pull the elastic wide over the curves of her hips, slipping the dainty fabric off her ass and down her soft thighs as she lifts off the seat to aid you.

The silky material is loose now around her ankles. You look up to the two tormenting teens overlooking the action.

"Well, take them off her, Paulie! And do hurry! You're running out of time!" Anya scolds, looking out the bus' windshield.

You use both hands to slip the panties of her shoes, untangling them from the black leather footwear.

Kerry speaks up now.

"Put them someplace safe. I know. Wear them like a cap on your head!"

The two giggle derisively at you as you stretch the waistband over the top of your head.

"Now, eat the poor girl, Paulie!" they both chime together.