Your clothes aren't there

You do a double take as you turn back to the other side of the stall, before looking around to confirm you are in the right stall. You know you are, as this was the stall on the left side of the changing area, the one closest to the main area, and yet your clothes have disapeared. Your money, tank top, pajama bottoms, and underwear, are all gone.

There weren't any customers, so you reason it was likely Timmy's friend who did it while you were modelling the sundress for the other two blokes. They were tired of your teasing, and decided to do something about it, so that's what they did. When they couldn't get the dress off of you, they took everything else away. By giving your dress to Oliver, you've now left yourself naked.

Naked in a public department store changing room, with only a door separating you from 2 (well, 3, you think honestly - Oliver was ogling you as well) guys who you've been teasing for the last little while with gradually sluttier and sluttier outfits, letting them rub you and exposing yourself to them until they couldn't take it anymore. This is the scariest thing you've ever done.

And yet, the most exciting. Your hands are wandering across your charged nerves with a mind of their own, exploring your body as if doing so for the first time. You've been naked before, but never like this. Your hands start rubbing up and down your thighs. Never with this much excitement, with no access to clothes or safety of any kind. There could be dozens of people out there that could end up seeing you.

Your start to lay on the bench, angling one leg downwards so the guys can still peek under and see it, while leaving the other with your knee bent on the bench so you can rub it, your other hand tweaking and rubbing a breast. They know you're here, and they know you're naked, and yet you feel the pleasure building in you, needing to be sated.

They planned this. They stole your clothes, your money, everything you had with you so that you'd be naked and desparate. You squeeze a breast painfully, yet pleasurably, and your other hand has moved to rubbing your pussy, and you notice the moisture there, and that you're getting wet at the thought of the guys blackmailing you, trying to use you for their pleasure in exchange for your clothes.

Just as you're about to come, and you start writhing, a voice come from behind the door. "Need any help in there?" You spy a pair of shoes under the stall door, and you gasp, although you're not sure if it's in pleasure or panic.

You make yourself respond. "...uh..uh...um...I need...some..." you stop, as you were about to say clothes, but admitting that they have you is so embarassing. Even though they know it, and you know it, playing the game is too hard for you. Admitting they have control over you is so hard, and yet so exciting.

"We know." comes the deep reply. You don't know who it is behind the door, as you didn't pay much attention to the shoes the guys were wearing. You hear a noise at the stall door, and you wonder if it's going to open.

In response, you further your minstrations closing your eyes, your right leg spread wantonly wide as you masturbate, furiously trying to finish before...