They apparently include groping

Rachel quickly looked around at the guys around her, who seemed to be getting bolder and bolder in their talk, and actions, and she met the gaze of the one who had just spoken up.

"You're not my boyfriend." she hissed. His only response was to dangle her panties in front of her and laugh as she tried to grab them from him with her one arm - her motion caused her to sway slightly, and

"Oh, I get it. So you'll let any guy take your panties, then." With a plop, Rachel watched as her underwear was dropped to the grimy floor of the bus. She tried to step on them quickly to at least keep them from disappearing forever, but the guys were faster, and they managed to push her flimsy underwear under the sports bag.

Rachel tried to stand up straighter, but the same guy who managed to hide her panties now had his foot in between her foot and the sports bag, and she grabbed the bar desperately with both hands to keep from falling, her legs spread wider then ever. In addition to showing off her long legs, her tank top was now riding up her torso, and exposing a widening line of skin above her skirt.

She felt hands kneading her ass cheeks, flipping her skirt up for easy access. Rachel wasn't sure what to do about them, as her balance was unsteady enough with two hands on the rail, and she had nowhere to go. Her hesitation was interpreted as consent, as the guy in front of her moved in even closer, running his hands up her thighs.

"Wow, you're easy. Are you a hooker or something?"

"She probably is, dressed like that."

Rachel shook her head vigorously. "No, I'm a model...." She gulped as one of the guys slightly kicked her left foot out, and she stretched even further, feeling like an olympic gymnast at this point, her chest arched towards this guy she didn't know, and her tank top showing far too much of her shapely stomach and back as it continued to ride up her torso, and rise and fall with her breathing.

"Model? really?" The hands on her thighs go under her skirt towards her pussy, and Rachel's breathing stopped as they got to her pleasure center, and she saw one hand stay over her pussy as the other moved to the side of her skirt. "Then you wouldn't like it if I did this..."

Rachel gasped as a finger went inside of her on a public bus, and she looked around desperately, fearfully, for help or if anyone was watching, or if anyone cared. There seemed to be people in the former category, but none in the latter, as he pumped it in and out of her, randomly squeezing random spots on her thighs as the guy behind her kept squeezing her ass under her skirt, making it obvious what he was doing

"Don't..." she whispered, but even her slight resistance was met with a slap on her ass, and laughter from the guys as the two continued their ministrations unabated.

That was what did it. She had to get out of this, even if she had to make a scene to do so. She'd go without panties today if she had to, and she stood up straighter, her legs squeezing the sports bag. With a full grip on the upper bar, she had a hand free, and it moved to push away the hands treating her ass like play dough.

That only served to put her in a worse spot, however, and the guy behind her grabbed her wrist and kept it behind her. Now, her balance was unsteady again, and the guy in front of unashamedly ran his hands up and down her tank top, squeezing her barely covered breasts.

"Doesn't feel like she's wearing a bra, guys. Let's see if she is." His hands went back down to her thighs, and Rachel nervously peered to her left and right as the other guys went for her tank top, slowly peeling it up her body....