Hide in the nearest bathroom

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"Let me go Chad! What the fuck are you doing?", you scream in horror as the tile scrapes your knees. He pins you on you stomach and climbs over you.
"Let me go Chad! What the fuck are you doing?", you scream in horror as the tile scrapes your knees. He pins you on you stomach and climbs over you.
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“You like this, baby, right?”. His fingers were cold and rough, and as he rubs your panties. His other hand reaches under your shirt and wraps around your DD sized breasts.
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“You like this, baby, right?”. His fingers were cold and rough, and as he rubs your vulva thong. His other hand reaches under your shirt and wraps around your DD sized breasts.
"Get off me Chad! Your crazy, I'll call the fucking cops!", you struggle and elbow him in the face. "Arrgg", he reels back.
"Get off me Chad! Your crazy, I'll call the fucking cops!", you struggle and elbow him in the face. "Arrgg", he reels back.

Revision as of 21:40, 20 August 2013

You pry your way between people until you reach the bathroom. Hoping he didn't follow you, you push your way in and hide in a stall and lock the door to think thing's through. Chad had just tried to molest you. You shiver and pull out your phone to call Gina for a ride home. As you scroll thought your contacts, you hear the door to the bathroom close sharply.

You freeze, letting the damp air and the sound of air ducts fill the room. You try to stay as quiet as possible, but the footsteps keep coming toward your stall. The light blue shade of the bathroom light casts a shadow of a pair of legs across the tiled floor.

“Hey, sweetie, I know you’re in here. I can smell your sweet pussy. I need to feel that ass again. Come on, I have another drink for you right here.”, Chad sings. He hear's rustling and shoots his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing your ankle. He grips your leg and pulls your through underneath the stall.

"Let me go Chad! What the fuck are you doing?", you scream in horror as the tile scrapes your knees. He pins you on you stomach and climbs over you.

“You like this, baby, right?”. His fingers were cold and rough, and as he rubs your vulva thong. His other hand reaches under your shirt and wraps around your DD sized breasts.

"Get off me Chad! Your crazy, I'll call the fucking cops!", you struggle and elbow him in the face. "Arrgg", he reels back.



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