Hide in the nearest bathroom

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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.  
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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 things through. Chad just tried to ''molest'' you. You shiver and pull out your phone to call Gina for a ride home. As you scroll through your contacts, you hear the door to the bathroom close sharply.  
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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.
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You freeze, trying to stay 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.
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“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.
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“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 hears your dress rustling and shoots his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing your ankle and pulling. You try to shake free, but you trip over your stiletto heels, and your ass lands with a hard smack on the bathroom tiles. Chad grabs your legs and drags you out from underneath the stall door.
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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.
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"Let me go Chad! What the fuck are you doing?" you scream, terrified, as the tiles scratch your beautiful bare thighs. Chad yanks the hem of your dress up around your waist and sits on your stomach.
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“You like this, baby, right?”. His fingers were cold and rough, and as he rubs your pussy thru your thong. His other hand reaches thru the oval hole in your dress and wraps around your DD sized breasts.
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“You like this, baby, right?” You suddenly feel cold fingers groping between your legs, as Chad tries to get a feel of your pussy through your red cotton thong, which in the exertion of the past few moments has gotten wedged firmly in-between your bare, plump outer lips. His other hand reaches for your cleavage cutout and roughly squeezes one of your tits through your bra.
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"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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"Get off me, Chad! I'll call the fucking cops!" In his lust Chad neglects to pin your arms down, and you elbow him in the nose.  
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"Arrggh!" Chad's eyes water and he reels back.

Revision as of 23:32, 17 December 2015

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 things through. Chad just tried to molest you. You shiver and pull out your phone to call Gina for a ride home. As you scroll through your contacts, you hear the door to the bathroom close sharply.

You freeze, trying to stay 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 hears your dress rustling and shoots his arm underneath the stall door, grabbing your ankle and pulling. You try to shake free, but you trip over your stiletto heels, and your ass lands with a hard smack on the bathroom tiles. Chad grabs your legs and drags you out from underneath the stall door.

"Let me go Chad! What the fuck are you doing?" you scream, terrified, as the tiles scratch your beautiful bare thighs. Chad yanks the hem of your dress up around your waist and sits on your stomach.

“You like this, baby, right?” You suddenly feel cold fingers groping between your legs, as Chad tries to get a feel of your pussy through your red cotton thong, which in the exertion of the past few moments has gotten wedged firmly in-between your bare, plump outer lips. His other hand reaches for your cleavage cutout and roughly squeezes one of your tits through your bra.

"Get off me, Chad! I'll call the fucking cops!" In his lust Chad neglects to pin your arms down, and you elbow him in the nose.

"Arrggh!" Chad's eyes water and he reels back.



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