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looked as if she wanted to make a dash for the theater entrance, but a rain-blackened man was trying to rip open the locked door at the rear of her enclosure. And others were already rushing through the lobby. |
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Her back was turned when Christie leaned in, grabbed the shoulders of her blazer and wrenched her off her feet. Chet reached in to help. Together, they dragged the shrieking, kicking girl onto the counter. Her flapping arms struck the edges of the glass, slashing her sleeves and breaking off jagged shards. When she was halfway out, Chet put a headlock on her. Christie jerked the girl's blazer, popping its single fastened button away, then tore open the blouse. |
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Her skin was pebbled with goosebumps. Her breasts shook as she squirmed. Her nipples were visible through the black lace of her bra, pink and jutting. |
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Christie split the girl's belly with a blade of glass. |
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