The boys suddenly wonder if you might be a hooker, which derails the situation somewhat

While the roaming hands wreak havoc on your senses the unreality of the situation impairs your judgement and it isn't until your clothes are about to be removed from your body that you're snapped back to some kind of reality.

The tall boy pulls back, his finger having pulled on one of the strings to the remaining knot holding on your top. He looks at you with concern and says, "Hey, you're not a hooker, are you?"

You stare dumbly at him, too addled by the sensations singing through your body to quickly process his words.

"I've got a fifty if that's enough for a fuck," he says.

With your top attached by half a knot and your skirt's zipper held togheter by it's last two teeth you lurch to your feet somehow, knowing you have to get off the bus. Unfortunately, your hands seem to have tangled themselves in the boys' shirts and your movement draws them up with you.

Conveniently, the bus stops, the doors opening and allowing you to totter off the bus, your legs weak from arousal and your breath panting.

"Sweet!" the tall boy says, and you turn, realizing only then that your fingers were still attached to them.

Behind him the doors of the bus close and you see a couple of guys snapping pictures of you with their camera.

"I don't see a hotel around here, so how about the alley? I'll give you an extra ten," he says.

Feeling like you're in shock you allow the boys to lead you toward an alley between a butcher's shop and a tattoo parlor, your male mind screaming at you to do something while watching helplessly as Sue allows the boys, groping her all the while, to steer her toward the narrow alley with it's bulging dumpsters and torn garbage bags.