"Fuck, she ain't wearing any panties," Buzz-cut laughs, looking back at Chasen and the other guys, his eyes hard with determination. My cheeks flush with humiliation as I look at Chasen with rage. Why in the fuck isn't he coming to my defense? He should punch his friend for touching me. SOMETHING. But Chasen just nods, his eyes looking at me with an animalistic flare. He's clearly not the guy I thought he was. He isn't going to protect me at all. In fact, he's throwing me to his frat buddies like I'm fresh meat.
"Is this what you were talking about when you said you had something for me, Chasen?" I scowl and point at his two dipshit friends. "'Cause if it was, all three of you can fuck off!" My voice echoes down the street.
"Come on, baby," Spiked hair coos, strutting forward and slapping my ass, hard. My backside burns from the unsought connection, the sting racing up my spine.