Chapter Ninety-One

My back was pushed against a hard object; no, wait, it was a body. A hard-ripped body that could only belong to a man because I could feel the muscles peeping from the cloth.

I started to wiggle and tried to push him off, but the asshole hold was tight and he was trying to hold me in place, but then I also noticed that the asshole shaft was poking against my ass. He must have a kink in assaulting innocent women, but I was not one of them then, so I kneed him in the shaft, then pushed away to hit him on the head with my bag. But then it was:

"Josh, what the fuck is that?" I shouted with my bag still up in the air, ready to slam.

"Sorry, I was trying to get you to talk to me; you were rushing off, and I wanted to talk to you privately."

"Really, and you could not do that without pushing my ass on your dick?" I said it as a matter of fact, and he started scratching his head.

"Sorry, I did not mean to do that; I was so angry, so I did not think before grabbing you."

I rolled my eyes. "Fin