Yes

Jenny continued to cry but they didn’t let her go. The girl in white hadn’t taken her pantsing well. She threw Jenny onto her stomach. Even though she knew what was coming, it didn’t stop Jenny from begging.

“Please, don’t...”

The girl in white slapped her exposed ass cheeks. She grabbed the back of her thong and slid it down to her feet, she lifted her feet up in the air and let them fall as the last piece of fabric left the artist’s body.

Her small black bush fell under her enemies’ gazes. They laughed and cackled as they **** her to spread her legs. Jenny closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was anywhere else. At the very least, she wouldn’t give them any more satisfaction.

The girls were growing bored of their subject, though. After a few pictures on their phones and more crude jokes, they let go of her. Was it over? Jenny opened her eyes and saw only the concrete sky.

Jenny turned over, giving them a great view of her ass, and staggered to her feet. All that crying had left her with red eyes and mascara trails running down her cheeks. The teen tried to cover her breasts and pussy.

The girls let off more wolf whistles.

“That’ll teach you to not fuck around with us,” said the girl in red.

“Now go home. And see you next year.” the girl in blue said.

“Can I have my clothes back?” she asked, as if she really expected anything.

“Can I have my clothes back?” the group mimicked.

“No.” the girl in white replied. “You stripped Freya so why should we let you have them? But just to show you we’re not totally heartless, you can have your hoodie back. So on your way home you can decide whether you want to show your pussy or boobs.”

They threw the grey hoodie back at her and pushed her back into the street, before gathering up the rest of her discarded attire and leaving in the opposite direction.

Jenny had to prepare for the long journey home. It still left the question, though, pussy or boobs?