You with them

"Okay! Okay!" You gently push out the ever closing guys to your sides, inadvertantly rubbing right against their rigid members under their clothing as you do. "I'll play!"

Michael lets go of your coat, and starts chuckling. "We were just teasing. But we're happy to have you play with us!" He gives you an affectionate slap on the shoulder, taking care to tug the jacket out a big to expose more of your chest. You move out gently, giving the guys a great view down your jacket before you pull it closer to yourself, feeling a bit uneasy with the guys lusting after you, and your complete nakedness under the jacket.

You also wish you had some shoes, as you feel bruises and tiny cuts on your bare feet, as you walk with the guys into the building. The cold air wafts over you as you walk in from the sun, the breeze wafting through your jacket, over you nipples, brushing your entire body. You're not sure what it is that's getting on your feet as you step gently to avoid slipping on the polished floors. Even the air feels dirty and grimy, the atmosphere surrounding you as you wish you could shower.

Although admittedly it fits well with your smelly jacket, down to two buttons. You look around nervously as your group makes its way to the counter.

"What size do you want?" Although he's talking to everyone, you can't help but notice the middle aged man's eyes staring right at your chest as you grasp the jacket closer. He's clearly been through a lot, and you can smell a smoky air around his battered body.

"7." you reply, and take the shoes quickly from the counter as the gruff owner leaves them there. "I need to clean up a bit first..."

"We'll be in alley 5." Given that there's nobody else here yet aside from the four guys, yourself, and the alley owner, you wonder why Michael bothered specifying that, but you give him no heed as you scurry as quickly as you can on your bare feet into the washroom (the only one in the place, you can't help but notice).

As dirty as the alley is, the washroom's even worse, with random splotches of filth spotting the walls and mirror, but you know you need to wash off as best as you can. You spray some soap and water in your hands, first wiping off your face as best as you can, trying to look presentable and to hide the fact you'd just spent a significant amount of time lip locking with a homeless man.

After a beat, you get some more water and wipe your thighs with them, wanting to try to wash off some of the dirt and cum that your friend left you in your deal for his coat. You're so absorbed in your task, combined with the sound of the running water, that you fail to hear the door open behind you, and close shut (locked this time, unlike what you had).

Without looking in the mirror, you bend over straight to try to wipe your ankles and feet, and that's when you feel someone pressing in behind you. You slowly get to your feet as foreign hands grab your jacket again. As your only covering is ripped off of your body and thrown behind you (you hear at least one button pop off, if not both), you finally see who it is that snuck in.

The sight greeting you in them mirror is an erotically charged one; the hands of a fully clothed man snaking over your completely nude body, but it's the face that you're looking at....