Mackenzie had just hailed down a gang of young man while she was buck naked. This might not be ideal, she thought as four car doors opened in near unison.
"Um... good morning," the driver said. He looked at least part Asian, had a thin frame, and had a tattoo peaking from his left arm.
Mackenzie shook her head. "Not really."
The driver's side passenger chuckled. "I guess not. You weren't... are you okay?" he asked. He had long brown hair, sunglasses, and a muscular build.
Mackenzie blinked in bemusement before understanding. "No. No one's tried to violate me."
The front passenger nodded. He was a large black man with a Nike cap. "So then why are you naked and waving down people?"
Mackenzie sighed and summarized what had happened. She noticed the fourth one, a short, blond comely man, had taken out his phone and was recording her. When she finished, her face was nearly as scarlet as her hair.
"We see," the driver said. He gestured for the passengers to come to him. "Would you please give us a moment?"
A frown was on her Mackenzie for a half-a-second, but then she nodded. She half-turned to walk away, but then kicked herself remembering she was barely covering her breasts and sex, while her shapely ass was bare. Her quick turn back only caused her booty to jiggle, which was happily captured by the blond voyeur.
The blond put on a broad, naughty smile as the tattooed driver cleared his throat for the blond to join them in their huddle. Mackenzie felt the knot in her smooth stomach tighten some as she back away a couple of steps.
She wasn't get a malevolent vibe from the group. She could see three of them had dilated eyes and that were at least partly tumescent, but that didn't mean much. The one with the sunglasses had positioned himself between her and the rest with his back to her.
Mackenzie thought about how they could help if they were magnanimous enough to. They could try to force a window. They could take me to a locksmith. They could take my sister, Isabel, who has a spare key.
As she weighed those options, she noticed the group reached must have reached a consensus. Unfortunately, this meant that not only the blond man, but now the black one, were recording her hands-obscured nudity again. I need to get their names.
"What's your name?" the driver asked.
"Mackenzie. What's your names?"
The driver frowned which made her nervous. After glancing at his associates and receiving nods or shrugs, he looked into Mackenzie's large honey eyes with his cool dark ones. "My name is Ji." Ji head gestured to the black man to his right. "He's Spike." Spike held up his hand with the one he wasn't using his phone with.
Mackenzie repeated the names in her head as Ji continued. "The Jesus-in-shades-looking guy is called Oak." They exchanged nods. "And the short dude is Damien." Damien winked at her and she resisted a shiver.
"Anyway," Ji said, "Mackenzie, we talked it over and decided to help you out."
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"For a price."
"Oh," she muttered.
A couple chuckled. "Only if you agree, of course," Spike clarified.
Mackenzie thought for a second. She had a guess for how they wanted to be payed and wondered if saying exactly how she wanted help should be said before hearing the propositions. She decided on asking for help first and told them about forcing a window, the locksmith, or her sister.
Ji looked at his associates and they had a brief huddle again before responding. "To be direct: forcing a window is worth a job of your choice; a ride to the locksmith or your sister is worth a dry hump."
Mackenzie was stunned. She had been trying mentally prepared herself for having to expose her body fully or maybe get fondled. For her, this was beyond the pale.
As she was momentarily froze, Damien shrugged. "Or we could just take off now, Mack. Maybe let some of our friends know there's a beautiful naked girl here."
Oak lightly shoved Damien. "Hey, we agreed--no threats! It's an agreement, not an extortion."
"Or a sextortion," Spike added with a grin.
Mackenzie tried to clear her head. Firm but polite refusal was available. Maybe she could negotiate the terms down, though she didn't have much leverage her. Or she could accept and hopefully get awful morning over.
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