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The alley was dark and silent, barely lit by the flickering neon signs of a distant bar. Jennifer walked slowly, her mind elsewhere. Her flip-flops slapped lightly against the concrete, her green floral dress revealing long, slender legs. Her pink-dyed hair glowed faintly under the dim lights as she strolled, seemingly unbothered by the noises and shadows lurking around her.
"Hey, you!"
She stopped, turning slowly. A shady-looking guy had just stood up from a pile of boxes. A red Santa hat sat crookedly on his head, but that was the only festive thing about him. He was wearing a grimy tank top sticking to his sweaty skin and a worn-out pair of briefs that barely managed to hide his excitement. Jennifer frowned slightly but said nothing.
The man staggered toward her, his filthy gaze roaming hungrily over her body.
"Nice dress... What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?"
Jennifer took a step back, uneasy. She glanced around, but the alley was deserted. The "Santa" wasted no time. With a guttural growl, he lunged at her. Before she could react, she found herself pinned to the ground. The cold concrete dug into her back, and she felt the heavy, sweaty weight of the man on top of her.
"Just let it happen, sweetheart… You’re gonna like it, I promise..."
He grabbed her wrists, trying to pin them above her head. Jennifer thrashed violently, her heels kicking at the air. Her flip-flops flew off during the struggle. But he was heavy, and his rough hands held her down with brute force.
Jennifer screamed and tried to push him off with all her strength. Her knee connected with his groin, but it only seemed to excite him further. He grunted, almost laughing.
"Oh, you’re feisty? I like that..."
His foul breath filled the air. He grabbed the top of Jennifer’s dress, yanking it with a tearing sound. Then, with a clumsy but quick movement, he pulled down his own briefs, exposing a hard, reeking member that brushed against Jennifer’s thigh.
She closed her eyes for a moment, her heart pounding, wondering if this was how it would end.
Then, there was a noise. A whooshing sound in the air, followed by a sharp thud. Something changed.
"Hey, you disgusting pig. Let her go. Now."
The voice came from behind them. The man froze, his gaze stiffening. Jennifer, dazed, opened her eyes. Behind "Santa" stood a woman. She was clad in a leather outfit, sporting the same pink hair and holding a massive shotgun. But there was something different in her eyes—colder, more calculated. A strange aura radiated from her.
The man didn’t comprehend what was happening, but the Jennifer from the future didn’t give him time to think. With a swift, brutal motion, she slammed the butt of her weapon against his head. Not hard enough to kill, but enough to send him sprawling to the side, gasping.
The future Jennifer knelt beside the younger one, helping her up.
"Get up. It’s our turn now."
Jennifer, still in shock, said nothing. She simply obeyed. The "Santa" was slowly getting back up, groaning in pain.
"What the fuck is this?!"
The future Jennifer stepped closer to him, her presence menacing.
"On your knees. Turn around. Show us your ass, or I’ll blow your balls off."
The man hesitated, but the look in her eyes convinced him it was better to comply. Trembling, he got on his knees, exposing his fat, flabby rear under the flickering light. Jennifer, now standing, looked at her double in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
The other Jennifer just smiled, a sinister grin spreading across her face.
"Getting even."
She nodded toward Jennifer. Instinctively, Jennifer slid down her lace panties. It was almost unbelievable, but her cock, until now hidden, began to swell, growing thicker and harder. Jennifer blinked, startled by herself. The future Jennifer stepped closer, guiding her hand.
"Go ahead. Do it. He deserves it."