The chanting shook the room.

“Tits out! Tits out! Tits out!”

The floor vibrated from the stomping, beer cans rattled against the wood, voices crashing together until Lena’s ears rang.

Her face burned hot her chest rose and fell fast like she couldn’t get enough air. Dora's hand was still on her breast thumb lazily circling the nipple with her hands in making it ache, making it harden even more under the fabric.

Lena shook her head, lips parting.

“I can’t...”

But the crowd cut her off.

“come off it, no backing out! Do it! Do it!”

Dora’s grin widened. She leaned close, her breath warm in Lena’s ear.

“They’re...