driven to the restaurant

Lauren rode in Dennis's car, trying desperately to think of a way out of this. She was too overwhelmed with embarrassment to think properly though. Her mind was overwhelmed with the jeering faces, and downward glances at her own body as she rubbed her thighs together, tugging her skirt over her bare crotch. She couldn't think of anything else.

A few short minutes later they arrived at the restaurant. Dennis opened her door and Lauren slunk out, tugging down on her skirt. The idea briefly flashed through her mind to run... but run where? She had no wallet, phone or keys. She was helpless, and dependent on Dennis, like it or not. So, reluctantly Lauren followed Dennis into the restaurant...