Victim: Continue shaving

From Create Your Own Story

You ignore the footsteps and bend to your ankle, your boobs flooping out. You slowly draw the razor's blade up your leg, and stop at your thigh. You bend again and hear the footsteps draw closer behind you. As you reach the top of your slice, you feel a hand touch your back. You whip around and see a tall man standing before you in a dripping wet coat. You throw your hands up to your nipples. You stare at each other, and realizing yourself, you lower one hand to cup your crotch, dropping that boob. As it jiggles, you slide your top hand over a little to cover both your titties. You stare, open mouthed, into his eyes.

"Are you all right?" he asks. You nod. "I mean, you're standing in the middle of the street nude, I thought you might have been, you know, raped or something." You let a little laugh come out.

"No, I'm fine," you say. He nods.

"You need any help?" he asks.

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