Of course it was

People walked to and fro around them, the bass thumping into the floor as Bria felt Bryce's arm curl around her, gulping as he pulled her in, squeezing her bare, exposed arm tightly.

"With this drink and the stunt you pulled on me last night, you owe me big." She took the offered beverage and took a tentative sip as another hard hand traveled up the hem of her dress, squeezing her ass peaking through her thong. "Am I going to have any trouble with you tonight, Bria?"

She looked around nervously, seeing the crowd of young adults of all shapes and sizes, some from Morehead and some from Camp Cocker, all dancing and partying the night away. The thought of the guys who would watch her work, some of the thugs, criminals, and deadbeats all seeing Bryce have his way with her, the way he'd intended when he tried to pull her top down the night before, made her shiver and pull away involuntarily, a move that only inflamed Bryce's lust further.

"Good. I was hoping you'd resist." He put the glass to her lips, and she gulped down the red liquid, feeling it burn down her throat, some of it spilling down her chin. "You'll need this." He hissed before yanking her away from the bar, pulling her towards the floor as Kate's words echoed through Bria's head.

"Everybody wants to see a girl like you get mauled and molested...You made him look like a fool, and owe him some serious public payback." She watched the other girls in a haze on the floor as they let random strangers rub and caress them, poking their most intimate areas...

Her reverie was interrupted as she found herself held by Bryce, his hands moving freely up and down the exposed parts of her body, her gasp interrupted by him crushing his lips against hers. She moaned as he palmed her ass and squeezed her tits through the dress and bra, only for him to turn her around, her back to him as one of his friend approached her. Bryce held her arms behind her, one arm locking both of her forearms behind her. One of her dress straps fell down her arm as another guy kissed her, his tongue dueling with hers as he fingered her through her thong.

"Nice, Tyson."

She tried to squeal, do anything, but her struggles only intensified Tyson's kiss as he finally pulled back, leaving her gasping until a third mouth claimed hers - Bryce's friend Eddie - and this time she felt hands on her breasts, not bothering to respect the boundaries of dress or bra as they cupped under the flimsy garments, pinching and squeezing her ample bosoms for the pleasure of the guys watching, pinching and twisting until he had enough, pulling back to leave Bria struggling in Bryce's grasp, her dress hanging on her shoulders, her bra barely on her tits, and her legs splayed wide as he held her up.

"Now, you choose what you lose now...."

She barely managed to straighten up while Bryce laid out the terms of her public payback.

"..bra, panties, or dress." He tightened his lock on her elbows and started to massage a tit with his free hand as he continued. "if you don't choose soon, we choose for you." His hand traveled down the front of her body, stopping at her thong as he awaited her response...or lack of it.