EXTRACT FOR
Kinky Girls
(Anna Mann)

Sadie fought back her tears as the ATM swallowed her card. The third attempt to enter the correct PIN had come and gone... and for her own security, her card had been retained by her helpful bank.

She took a steadying breath and studied her options.

1.30am in a strange city, the small amount of actual cash that she'd had in her purse had covered the shuttle from the airport through to the main bus terminal. The less than helpful bus line employee in the ticket booth had taken one look at her card and shrugged.

"Machines broken." he told her with just a hint of spiteful glee before pointing vaguely toward a bank of ATM cubicles.

Sadie hadn't been that worried by his attitude, it was expected because she also had a client facing role... she knew that in the early hours or toward the end of a long shift she wasn't the most cheerful or helpful of people either. But she did know that in his position, and faced with a distraught young girl alone in a strange city... she would have tried a little harder to find a solution.

Her problem, she had to get from A to B without a single penny... not an easy feat when you are a single Korean girl, alone in a distant country and not knowing anyone... and the Hole In The Wall has just confiscated the only means you have to draw some cash... (and all for your own good!)

Two hundred and fifty miles, that was the distance from point A where she stood, and point B, her small rented apartment. No family, and no friends... yet, she had only been in the country for a few weeks... and even if she did have friends, would they be able to drive two hundred and fifty miles in the middle of the night, would they be even willing if they could... and if not, how the hell would they get cash to her with all the banks closed and her card gone?

Think logically she told herself as she dropped her heavy rucksack beside a steel and plastic bench. I can rough it here until morning, then I can find a branch of my bank and get them to sort out the cock-up with my card. She had plenty of ID, it shouldn't be an issue. 

"Rough it!" she whispered, where? The bench was the type with armrests welded down its length, specifically designed to stop the down and outs and homeless from stretching out and getting comfortable, because there was plenty of space for those people outside on the pavement in cardboard boxes!

Sleep sitting up she decided, and setting her rucksack against an arm rest she attempted to doze.

The last bus had departed, the terminal was all but deserted and the lights dimmed, Sadie shuffled against her pack... it wouldn't be that bad, eight hours of discomfort before her bank would open its doors... she could manage that long.

*****

Sleep with one eye open she had told herself as her eyelids had become heavy, it had been a very long and tiring day so she was exhausted... of course the idea of managing sleep with an eye open is just an expression and not really possible, so it was with a start that Sadie woke to the sensation of tugging.

My pack! Her first reaction. But reality swiftly visited as she realised that her pack hadn't been the target, she was being molested not mugged... and with a cry of alarm she leaped away from the grubby hand what had pushed up inside her t-shirt and was struggling to wriggle under the cup of her bra.

Foetid breath stuck her in the face as her groper achieved his goal just as she jumped away. Trembling she glared at his dirty bearded face before catching a toothless grin as he nodded toward the floor. 

Sadie swore as she realised that he had been directing her gaze to his groin and not the terminal's tiled floor. He held a surprising large and very hard cock in his hand, and Sadie understood that he had been jerking as he slid his hand up her t-shirt to grope her breast.

"Dirty old bastard!" she hissed. She would have run but he now crouched between her and her pack.

"Take another look at it sweet stuff!" he chuckled and despite herself Sadie glanced down to see him shake his stiff cock and roll back wrinkled foreskin to reveal a glans coated with creamy coloured rime and crud. "I'll let you have your stuff back if you reach down here and jerk me off."

Sadie gagged but watched his free hand grip the strap on her belongings. Nervously she looked around, the ticket office was closed and dark, and only a few bums and drunks shuffled around in the semi darkness.

"No help there sweetie!" he chuckled, "But shout if you want, I'm sure those guys will be much more gentle than me..." he added sarcastically, "And they might want much more than just a hand job!"

"You promise you'll let me have my pack back after?"

"You aren't really in a position to ask for anything," he chuckled and began to stroke himself, "You'll have to trust me won't you... so why don't you get a good grip on him while I squeeze those sweet little titties!"

That wasn't the deal, the words were racing toward her lips but she remained quiet and gave a small nod. If he was groping her while she jerked him there was a good chance he would let go of her rucksack... and the second he did she would be ready, she wasn't completely defenceless. A quick jab to his nose, snatch her bag and then run like hell... out on the street she could find a cop... or just keep running until the nightmare was far behind.

But whichever way this works she told herself as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft being careful to steer clear of the crusted head, I have to keep moving now until dawn, I can't risk closing my eyes again.

And as she began to stroke and gently squeeze his fingers crept back inside her bra and teased her nipple until, against her will it was shockingly hard.