Wrong Way

As I walk, I see more and more signs of neglect and dilapidation, and even a few burned-out homes. I walk down the street naked, my high heels snapping against the street with each step.

As I walk, I notice more than a few pairs of eyes watching me. Hungry glances, making it clear what they like to do with me, should they get the chance. I feel my body react encouragingly to the idea, but I keep walking, determined to find my way back to work before I get into too much trouble.

The street seems to go on a while, as though it was made just to intimidate me with the sheer size of it all. Just as it seems I'm about to leave this section of the city, a trio of men step out from a small garage, and they toss some oily towels down before quickly moving to intercept me.

Two of them stand in front of me, while the third stood directly behind me. I stop dead in my tracks, my nipple barely inches away from his hand. I find myself waiting, and soon feel a hand on my ass from the guy behind me, followed swiftly by a second hand reaching around my side and messaging its way slowly to my breast.

After a few moments, he speaks up, "The way we figure, It would be a crime to let such a beauty go back without least giving her some attention. Can't let some lovely curves go by without giving them some love, right lads?"

His buddies let out a mumbling of an agreement, and soon he steps forward, his hand cupping my breasts, playing with my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. He takes another step forward, and he rubs left his hand on my cheek, before kissing me on the lips. I feel myself relax against him, his course uniform bushing against my body somehow turning me on.

We kiss then, and soon his hand moves from my face to my hip, grabbing on tightly. I feel his partner then, as he kisses my left shoulder, his right hand now squeezing my breast rhythmically. He slaps my ass cheek once before his boss lets go quickly, stepping back.

He points toward his store, and I'm haphazardly made to move forward, pushed to my right and toward the garage . . .