"<i>Whores </i>like..." Anna Marie's voice rose an octave as she echoed the blonde queen-bee's words, but before she could turn that into some kind of witty retort - or think of one, for that matter - the pack was upon her. Her words vanished into something more like an outraged shriek than anything intelligible as they roughly tore through her jacket, top and bra. She'd wanted out of her wet clothes, but not like this! That jacket had been a designer piece - did they have any idea how hard it was going to be to replace?!<br/><br/>And then they started in on her flesh, reminding her that she had more immediate concerns right now. Her nipple slowly hardened under one model's attention, as she found herself forced face to face with the other. She tried her best to remain resolute and stare her attacker down, but she couldn't help but shiver; from the sudden cold of the air against her exposed skin, from the attention her breast was receiving, and most of all from the renewed feeling that she was prey, looking in the eyes of a predator. She barely managed to hold in a throaty gasp as a sudden warmth enveloped her breast, and a tongue began to tease her perky nipple. Still, she resisted as best she could, drawing her head back what little distance she could from the approaching model's lips and keeping her mouth firmly closed against the intruder.<br/><br/>She was beginning to regret not going for the repellent immediately, numbers be damned.<br/><br/><b>[Anna Marie manages to resist their advances (rolls a 7)]</b>