Fight him for it! You can take him.

I may be a little girl, but he's not that strong. I can take him! Besides, if I can't, what's the worst that can happen? Guys aren't allowed to hit girls.

"What the hell!" He cries, as I suddenly shove him off his seat. He falls to the floor, and I leap right ontop of him. My knees are spread as I straddle above his waist. My hands dig into his pockets, searching for my loose I.D..

He raises his hands, and I expect him to go right for my arms to pry my hands away. Instead, he places them both firmly on my tits! Oh my god, how could I let this sick pervert cop a feel on me? His palms cup my covered nipples while his fingers crawl all over my bare cleavage.

"oooh..." he says, "these feel smooth. God, your boobies feel perfect in my hands."

"You jerk! Stop!" I yell as I reach to try and pry his hands away. Oh shit. I can't do it. I can't pry them away. I try and try. But, he's too strong! I struggle, grasping his wrists hard, and I let out a whimper in the process.

"Baby, you are liking this."

"No I'm not, you jerk."

"I bet you let a lot of guys feel your tits."

"Nooooo...please stop...I don't just let anybody."

His hands continue to crawl all over.

"You let me." He says, with a big grin.

I need to do something quick, or this can get out of control. I need to take control of the situation, someway. Please, decide quickly, Conscience. I could fight him further, or maybe I can pretend to give in...until the right moment.