She helps the boys collect their quota of garbage

You scurry forward nervously, trying to put the grass between you and the leering eyes. Unfortunately, they seem to be all around.

"That's my cup!" a voice snarls as you raise your litter stick to pick up a coffee cup.

"I saw it first," you tell him, and start to pick it up.

A hand reaches forward, grabbing your hair and yanks you backward.

"I said it's mine," the boy says, glaring down at you as he steps over you to collect the cup you were about to get.

You stand up, rubbing your head where he'd pulled on your hair, and glare after him.

"Quit slacking off, princess!" the warden yells in your ear, making you jump. He smacks your butt for emphasis, driving you a stumbling three steps forward, one of your wedge heels falling off along the way. You turn back to collect it only to see one of the boys swoop in and put it in his bag.

"My shoe! He took..."

"Shut up!" the warden yells, jabbing a finger hard into one of your nearly bared breasts, the jab and his presence making you take another three steps back. Being on one high heel makes your movements awkward, and you foot slips out of that shoe as well. Another boy swoops down on it, smirking at you.

Your mouth opens to protest, but the warden glares murderously at you, "Try it. Try and be disruptive again," he dares you, and you look down meekly. Finally he turns and walks away, leaving you staring at your bare feet.

The day continues to get worse, the warden announcing that for every one of the allotted six bags you have to fill in the next three hours he'll add an extra hour of community service. Given the rate that the boys keep stealing garbage from you you'll be lucky if you get as many as three!

"Mine!" a voice yells as you pick up a can. A nasty looking boy with a tattooed face holds his bag open. Your mouth opens, determined to protest this time, until a switchblade appears in his hand. He doesn't open it, just holds it, but you get the message and meekly put the can in his bag. "Good dog."

Can after can, bottle after bottle, someone always appears to grab it first or to have you put it in theirs. You've somehow managed to nearly fill a bag and are about to add a clump of papers into it to finish the bag when someone grabs you by the back of the bikini top and yanks you off your feet. You lose your grip on the bag and fall on your back, knocking the wind from you.

As you gasp for breath you see the boy pick up the papers and jam them into your bag.

Is he helping me? you wonder, but then he jams some colorful string into the bag and yells, "I finished another!"

You gape in fury at him, unable to catch your breath.

"Get up, Princess! Are you sunbathing? Christ, what the hell's wrong with you? I should add public indecency to your charges!"

Public indecency? You somehow manage to move your head and look down at yourself, only to see two big naked breasts.

"Get up!" he yells, grabbing your arm and yanking. With your body still like a rag-doll it just flips you over. He tries grabbing the hem of your shorts and lifting, but all that does is give you a wedgie. "Look girl, you'll get no special treatment here, only pain if you don't get up."

Gasping for breath you somehow get your hands beneath you and try to push yourself to your feet, wishing that this horrible outing would finally end. The day had started so well, and now...