Two college athletes.

"Well, what have we got here?" A richly amused, male voice says from behind you.

You whirl in place, heart thudding from being startled. Two men - boys, really, boys your age, though admittedly large, bulky, _intimidating _boys - wearing the local university's logos on their clothing - stand there, their combined girth blocking the entrance to the alley.

"I dunno, Brady, but it sure looks like fun," the one with a crooked nose smirks.

Brady, the one with a buzzcut, grins. "Colt, you dumbass, you never see rapebait before?"

Colt glances at the depths of the alley and back at you. "Never two in the same place, to be honest." He leers, stepping forward. You take a hesitant step back. One of them looks vaguely familiar.

It was one thing when the exit was readily accessible, you realize, your heart fluttering in your chest.

"I know, right? Two good looking ladies in such short skirts, in such a disreputable part of town," Brady matches Colt step for step as the two crowd around you.

Colt's studying your face. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

Brady rolls his eyes. "Colt, you ass, you don't need a pickup like for rapemeat." He grins a nasty, wide smile at you. "Which is what you are, given you were just standing around watching your fellow woman suffer." He creeps closer to you, and your shoulder hits the wall with a jolt as you realized they've cornered you. "Were you watching her, wishing it was you?"

You can hear the alleyway **** cackle with glee. "Damn straight she was!"

"Wait, I do know you!" Colt exclaims. "You're in my Intro to Feminism class!" Your heart sinks; the last thing you ever wanted was for someone who _knew_ you to find out **** turned you on.

Your thighs clench together at the surge of arousal that sweeps through your **** body. Shit.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing taking that class?" Brady's attention is diverted briefly by his disbelief.

"Fuck you," Colt retorts,"there's a whole section around midterm about sexual rights and liberation and I hear so many of the feminists feel safe admitting in that class that their deepest fantasy is to be owned and controlled by men!" He smiles goofily, eyes glazing in fantasy. "You can't tell me that's not THE perfect place to find a hookup."

Brady snorts. "It so isn't."

"It so is, that's how Adam landed Cindy." Colt shakes his head, then refocuses his attention on you with a friendly smile. "Hi there, fellow classmate. Me and my buddy here are gonna fulfill your **** fantasy, no questions asked." His leer deepens. "Who knows, maybe we can make this a regular thing."

Your hands clench into sweaty fists as you shy away from the thought of being regularly used by your classmate; for the first time, the siren call of the weeping-moans and flesh smacking at the other end of the alley loses its appeal.

You take a deep breath and ponder your options. Do you struggle and try to escape? Do you risk taking the time to try to plot out more Rules to ensure only strangers ever **** you? (You're not certain if your uninterrupted half hour for the day is up or not) Do you resign yourself to your fate, even if only for today? Do you try to negotiate with the boys - maybe you could go elsewhere, away from the alleyway **** who's bound to keep up his live commentary on your ****?