Although we had apparently agreed to go back to the room for a quickie, I think we both kind of chickened out once we got back there. It wasn't anything that anyone said out loud, more like something we just decided not to bring up again. Maybe it was the 'scene of the crime' or maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the windows... or maybe it was the thought that we would be meeting the girls in just over an hour.
It didn't matter, because all we did when we got back to the hotel was to dump her shopping in their room -- I didn't even enter the room, she merely whisked the bags off me and strode right into the room -- and walk straight out again.
I didn't say a thing, and Jeanie had very little to say too, which was alright at the beginning, but as we stepped out of the hotel lobby, it began to feel a little weird. Was what I'd initially feared beginning to happen to our friendship?
She didn't appear to be very keen to talk, and was walking at a quick pace back to the cafe we'd arranged to meet, so I had to walk just as briskly just to keep up. After we'd walked for a few minutes without talking, I'd had enough. I yanked on her arm and pulled her into a side street.
"Hey Jeanie, what's going on?" I asked. She kept silent. I tried to make eye contact and she looked away. Damn. I took that as a sign that she was regretting our actions the night before. I suppose that would have been somewhat correct, but it wasn't the complete reason why she wasn't looking into my eyes. Jeanie was actually looking at someone else.
"Well, well, what have we got here?" I heard a voice behind me, turned around, and found myself held by the upper arms. A wiry young local was grinning as he looked at Jeanie and I. He didn't look like the typical mugger, not by way he looked or dressed, but he was flicking a switchblade open and he didn't look like he was about to ask for directions. There was a small group of other similarly youthful and trendy kids behind him.
"Hey, hey," I began. "Don't want any trouble here..."
A girl who was as tall as my shoulder stepped up from behind the boy and slapped me full across the face. I was stunned more than hurt by it. These people were young, like they were just barely out of their teens. What did they intend..?
"Don't insult us by offering us your money, dude," the boy I took to be their leader said, grinning. "We're just here to have some fun with you and your girlfriend here."
I pushed hard against the hands holding me and almost got to grab him by his scrawny little throat before that stupid girl stepped up again and swung a kick at my nuts. Good job I managed to swing my hips so I dodged the full force of the blow, but the action still winded me. Damn it. Never walk into a back alley in a foreign country. What the fuck was I thinking? And to think I'd dragged Jeanie into this mess too. Shit.
Speaking of whom... I turned my head to look at her. She was being held by a girl and a boy... and the latter was holding her with one hand and grabbing at her tits with the other.
"Hey! Hey!" I said, and got slapped again.
"Fuck, stop that, D," said the girl holding on to Jeanie's other arm. "Don't you get enough of it already?"
"Fuck no, this one's fresh meat," he grinned. "She's skinny but she's got some nice tits."
I struggled to get away from the grip of my captors to go to Jeanie's aid, but to no avail. Jeanie looked petrified and didn't seem to be resisting as much. I saw a flash of steel and understood why. The girl was holding a knife against her. Shit.
"You'd better be good, dude, you hear?" the boy said behind me. "Or your girlfriend's going home with one less tit."
As if to emphasise his point, the girl reached up and cut off one of the buttons of Jeanie's dress. Jeanie had worn a dark blue button down dress that went all the way down to her knees, but the boy molesting her had raised her skirt so we could see her panties. They were pink and tight enough so I could see the little cleft of her sex. They also looked a little wet. "Fuck, I hope they don't notice," I thought.
My attention was drawn upwards by another sudden movement and another button dropped to the floor with a slight click. This was getting bad. I could see the top of her pink bra now. Yes, for a slender woman, she certainly wasn't lacking in the boobs department. Her breasts were heaving as she looked on, terrified and unsure of what the gang would do next.
Click. Another button fell to the ground, and she was exposed almost to the waist. Damn. What should I do? What could I use to negotiate our safety?
I turned to look at the leader, wondering if I could appeal to his sense of decency, and heard yet another click. This was followed quickly by a squeal, and I turned to see Jeanie's bra cut in half and hanging off her shoulders. Her breasts were nice -- white and round and quite firm, her nipples clearly hardened, probably by the cold as much as by fear.
"Look, if you don't want money, what do you want?" I turned back to the leader, trying to ignore the sight of the boy's hand releasing her skirt to slide up to her unprotected breast. Jeanie's breathing was audible and harsh.
"Like I said, we want to have fun with you and your girlfriend," he smiled.
My heart sank. The worst kind of assault was one that made little or no sense. If there was nothing they really wanted from us, I would have no bargaining chip to use.That meant we were completely at their mercy.
"Hey, that's a nice dress," said the girl behind me, and I turned to look at them again. Instead of cutting off the rest of Jeanie's buttons, she had unbuttoned the dress the rest of the way down. The knife was still gleaming against Jeanie's goosepimpled flesh, just under the curve of her left breast.
I gaped. Jeanie was standing only in her panties now, and all the guys were getting a little excited by it. I think maybe the girls were too, because I heard the girl who'd slapped me exclaim: "Shit! For an old woman she's got nice ones!"
"Take it off," the girl next to her said to Jeanie, the knife moving down in the direction of her panties. "Let's see you naked."
Oh fuck. Holy fuck. If she complied, there would be no way back. The hormonal levels in the narrow alley were conspicuously rising, and I could literally smell the excitement amongst the gang members.
Jeanie, obviously mindful of the knife, did not think to object and did as she was told, slowly reaching down, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and drawing her panties down her legs. The boys gasped and I heard one of them say "holy fuck!" as she stepped out of them.
Like I'd said, Jeanie is a slender woman, but she did take good care of herself. She had a nice body -- a bit thinner than the type I'm used to, but certainly not too thin for me to not be able to appreciate it -- and her pubic hair was sparse enough so that her pink clefted sex could be seen. It was plastered against her skin and looked a little wet to me. Damn.
Her panties fell to the floor from her nerveless hands, which quickly went up to protect whatever shreds of dignity she had left. I think she had been in too much shock to cover herself up when her breasts were exposed, but now that she was completely naked in front of a group of clothed people, she seemed to have become suddenly aware of her nudity.
"Keep those arms down," the leader ordered her. His eyes appeared to be a little glazed as he stared at her. Jeanie shook her head and clasped her breasts and groin more tightly. The girl next to her pressed the knife up against the bottom of her breast and her arm fell away to press over her privates.
"Well, your girlfriend's a little shy, isn't she?" the leader said to me conversationally, almost as if we had been discussing the weather or some other mundane thing.
