frisked

While one mobster pushed her up against the wall, another began roughly frisking her. He ran his hands over her arms, then obviously and roughly copped a feel as he grabbed at her chest.

"Hey!" Rachel yelped. He smirked as she shook with rage. He kept going farther. Feeling something in her jacket he pulled out her taser brass knuckles.

"Ooh, nasty." The mobster smiled, and put them in his pocket. Then he went on. He rather sensually rubbed at her her sides, then pulled her wallet out of her pocket after a butt grab. Rachel grit her teeth a he pocketed her wallet. Then her rubbed down each leg.

"That's all she's got." He said.

"I doubt it." Said the head mobster. He looked to Rachel. "Strip."

"WHAT?!" Rachel blurted.