I Just Got on the Wrong Bus on My Way to Work

Joo-ah’s morning commute went horribly wrong when she stepped onto the wrong bus. The roaring laughter and musky athletic scent should’ve warned her – this wasn’t her usual ride to the office. Ice shot through her veins as she recognized the players. Her favorite baseball team. The very men she’d cheered for every weekend. “Look what wandered onto our bus,” the catcher growled, his calloused fingers already digging into her thigh. The MVP shortstop licked his lips. “We should properly thank our number one fan, don’t you think?” Before she could scream, rough hands tore at her blouse. Hot mouths latched onto her nipples, biting just hard enough to make her whimper. Someone shoved her panties in her face – damp with her own traitorous arousal – while two outfielders forced her legs apart. “Fuck, she’s sweeter than we imagined,” the pitcher groaned, his tongue delving where no fan should ever touch. Joo-ah’s mind reeled. These weren’t the sports heroes she idolized. These were animals marking their territory, determined to ruin her so completely she’d never belong to anyone else. And the worst part? Her body kept betraying her, arching into every degrading touch.