Holly

Before Leah can answer, Holly cuts in. "Me, I'll do it."

She shivers involuntarily, especially as her new Bat-faced friend cackles gleefully.

"Holly wait, that could be -"

"It's fine Leah. Look it wouldn't be the first time I hid something in my dress."

The Grey approaches both girls. With one long finger, he tips Holly's head up by the chin. Up close, she notices a compact pistol on his hip. He looks her up and down, and Bat-face appears at his elbow.

"Problem is, they'll frisk you. They'll check your jacket too." Grey observes, then glances at his henchman. "Show her."

Bat-face wiggles his three leathery fingers happily, and steps up close. His hands go straight to Holly's pert, round buttocks, clamping tight and squeezing them. In the process, he pulls her body close against him, squashing her tits against his chest. She groans, smelling his rancid breath.

"Hmm, plenty there, but nothing illegal." He titters. His hands side around her upper thighs, then up her stomach and back around her waist.

"Hurry it up." Leah snaps at him, then wilts as the Red reptilian growls at her.

"We can check you too, or give you something to do in the meantime, if you don't shut up."

Leah shuts up.

Holly shuts her eyes tight, regretting for the first time how thin and tight her dress is - he may as well be touching her bare skin.

And then he is, cupping her cleavage and wriggling his fingers into it, groping her breasts. In spite of her disgust, her nipples grow hard at his touch, and a thrill of excitement runs down her spine at the danger and helplessness of the situation.

"See, no where to hide. These are lovely." He squeezes her tits, "But you're not gonna hide anything in there."

"So -" Holly begins.

"So bend over." He grins.

"Oh no." She squeaks.

"We need to hurry this up." The Grey drawls, and taps his pistol.

"I... fine. But can she do it?" Holly glances at Leah, who nods quickly.

"I'll do it, give it to me."

"Nope. I'm doing it." Bat-face leers. His hand wraps around the back of her neck, pressuring Holly downward into a bowing stance. She braces herself, biting her lip, the adrenaline trickling down her spine. She feels his rough fingers rub against her panties as he hikes up her dress, and pressing against her folds.

"No." She groans. He pulls her thong to one side, and a moment later she feels his fingers inside her. She grits her teeth, fighting against the feeling as her lower body throbs at the rough and unwelcome touch. She can't help it.

His fingers work her, and she keeps her eyes shut, not wanting to see the faces of the other thugs, or Leah's expression.

"Nice and wet, it'll hide in there no problem."

She lets out a gasp as his knuckle finds her clit. And then, something thin and cold slips inside her, and she clenches. He stops, finally.

She rises back up, feeling the strangeness of the capsule inside her.

Just for a few minutes. When we're inside I can get to the toilet and get it out.

Bat-face is in front of her again, holding out slickened fingers. Wordlessly, he gestures.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Holly wraps her lips around his fingers, and sucks as quickly as possible, tasting herself on him. She nearly gags.

The thugs laugh, and Grey gives them a thin smile. "Better hurry up, before the boys outvote me."

Leah puts her arm around Holly. "Fine, we're going."

She keeps her eyes on them, as they totter over to the maintenance door.