Yes, she does

"OK." Jayne said after a few seconds.

She smiled at Stacey as she started to get up and stumbled, Stacey looked over to two guys who were sat in the corner.

"I just need to go to the restroom." Jayne said as she stood up.

She was drunk, she pushed the door and found the tiled room completely empty, quickly she walked into a stall and coughed up her last few drinks, she flushed the toilet and stumbled over to the sink and tried to get the taste of vomit out of her mouth. The door opened and closed behind her, Jayne didn't even notice, she was still braced over the sink, drinking, when two men appeared on either side of her.

"There's water at the bar, you know." One of them said, he reached out and touched her bare leg.

Jayne screamed and pulled back from the sink; suddenly struck with terror, she backed up, the two men eyed her, then gave one another a glance.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" The one who had touched her asked.

He was tall, with a muscular build and tan, olive-toned skin.

"What are you doing here all by yourself, huh?" He smiled.

"I'm not, my friend..." Jayne started to say.

"She just left. My buddy here, Kyle, saw her." He replied.

"We thought we'd keep you company." Kyle, said.

He was shorter, wiry and skinnier; light skin, hair, and eyes, there was something menacing about the way he looked at Jayne.

"No. That's okay. She's coming right back." Jayne moved towards the door.

"Where are you going? Don't be rude, now. Me and Dustin said we're going to keep you company." Kyle caught Jayne by the arm.

"I don't need your company." Jayne replied.

She pulled her arm out of his grasp, both of them stepped forward at the same time, Kyle reached out to grab her again, Jayne backed away and stepped out of his grasp, but she bumped against the column between the bathroom stalls. They quickly pressed into her from either side, Jayne pushed against them desperately, cried out and tried to dodge between or around them. They smiled, then reached for her; suddenly their hands were all over her, Jayne struggled weakly and Dustin pushed her arms above her head as Kyle unbuttoned her blouse. They switched places smoothly, Dustin moved to remove her clothes while Kyle kept her arms pinned in place, she had the sinking feeling that they had done this before, she was drunk, her nerves dulled by the ****, her muscles weak and inaccurate, Jayne realized that the two men were sober.

"Please stop." She begged and started to cry as her clothes were removed, her breasts exposed.

They grabbed a strap and tugged her thong down, Jayne tried to press her legs together, but Kyle **** them apart with one of his own, pressing his hip against her to pin her in place.

"Is she wet?" Kyle asked.

"Please stop." Jayne repeated desperately.