They invite you to go bowling with them

The pounding music deadens some of your senses, but not your sense of touch, as with no seatbelt, the guy's hands are the only things holding you with each of the SUV's bumps and turns. You don't dare do anything with your arms but hug them close to yourself for the moment; the short trench coat has only four buttons on it to begin with, and the years have aged the threads holding them on; it feels like one sudden movement could pop them off.

"So, where are you guys headed?" You ask, hoping to be able to get a ride home or at least get dropped off somewhere close, trying not to tense too much at the guy's hands rubbing your thighs. A sudden jolt bucks you forward, and Michael and the other guy grab your coat, popping the top button and exposing a line of skin from your collar to the middle of your breasts, almost pulling the second one off.

"..." Michael's hand tenses on the coat, as if he wants to pull it, but you gently disentangle the guys hand from the only thing you're wearing, smoothing it back over your pussy.

"..destination?" you ask with a smile, pretending to ignore the guys ogling your thighs and the part of your body shown by the dirty jacket. "I'm hoping to get a lift home at some point..."

The guys exchange glances, and Michael speaks first. "I think we can do that. But we're on our way to a bowling alley for a game against our rivals." You frown as you wonder why they'd be bowling in the middle of the day, not noticing Michael's hand creep up the hem of your jacket. "After that, we'd be glad to take you home."

You nod in relief; it's a bit of a wait, but it'd be safer then walking alone wearing what you are. "That sounds fine." While the guy on your left seems content with massaging your upper thigh, you gasp slighly as you feel Michael's finger brush your dripping center, but he pulls his hand out surreptitiously.

As they unashamedly look at you in silence, you move gingerly; brushing strands of hair out of your face becomes an exercise to make sure you coat stays decent; your bare ass sticking to the leather seats means you have to spread your legs and push yourself off of it once in a while. Slight jostles and bumps spreads the lapels of your tattered jacket further out, exposing a dangerous amount of cleavage.

You notice your surroundings getting worse and worse; this alley obviously isn't in an upper class neighborhood. The SUV parks quickly in the lot, and you get out with the guys, intending to stay close to them. Before anyone gets too far, a ringtone is heard through the air and Michael pulls his phone out of his jean pocket to answer ti.

"Hello?.....What's up, Larry?....what? You can't bail on us now...shit." He hangs up the phone in disgust. "We just lost our fifth player."

"We were gonna crush those guys this time, too!" moans another of the guys; a bronzed blond.

"Larry was our worst player, but without him we forfeit. We could have a statue play for us and we'd win..."

As if the solution occurs to them all at the same time, they all look at you, and you smile and shake your head. "I'm no bowler-it's been forever since-"

"Nonsense." The guys all move closer to you, and you back up uneasily, trying to keep your smile up as they circle around you.

"But I can't." You don't want to explain that you're not exactly in bowling attire, even if you figure they likely suspect something already. At this point, you've backed up into another car, and you gulp as the guys move in closer.

"Now, now, Joy..." Michael's in front of you, and the guys are to the sides of you. "...you owe us for the ride. Now, you can pay that debt off by bowling with us..." His hands move to the shoulders of the jacket, as the other guys are close enough that your hands are brushing against their groin areas, but you have nowhere else to go. "...or we get paid another way, and lose this game."

You see him grab the lapels of the jacket, looking down your chest as he towers over you, and you feel the bulges of the guys' pants against the back of your hands. As he eyes you, he starts to pull gently on your one item of clothing...