Chapter 2: The Wrong Kind of Night

The Wrong Kind of Night As the group of women surrounded her, Angela's instincts kicked in and she took a step back, but it was too late. They were upon her, their faces cold and calculating. One of them, a tall, imposing figure with a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes, reached out and grasped Angela's arm, pulling her towards the warehouse. The building loomed before them, its exterior a drab and unassuming façade, but as they entered, Angela's eyes widened in surprise. The interior was a far cry from the dingy, run-down space she had expected. Instead, she found herself in a lavishly furnished hideout, complete with plush couches, a fully stocked bar, and a state-of-the-art sound system. The women, still dressed in their black leather, seemed to relax as they led Angela deeper into the warehouse, their movements becoming more fluid and sensual. "Hey, sweetheart, we're going to show you a good time," one of them purred, her voice husky and seductive. Angela tried to protest, but her words were drowned out by the sound of laughter and music. The women began to undress her, their hands roaming over her body as they stripped off her makeshift outfit. Angela struggled and tried to push them away, but they were too strong. They tossed her onto the couch, where she landed with a soft thud. As she looked up at them, she saw that they were all undressing, revealing bodies that were toned and muscular. The leader, the one with the sharp jawline, smiled at Angela, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're a little firecracker, aren't you?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We're going to make sure you have a night to remember." As she spoke, she reached out and began to peel off Angela's neon green hoodie, revealing her pale skin underneath. Angela's protests grew louder, but they were ignored. The women seemed to think she was a willing participant, a garish streetwalker looking for a good time. As they continued to undress her, Angela realized that she was in grave danger. She was trapped in this warehouse with a group of women who seemed to have no intention of letting her go. Panic set in as she struggled to free herself, but it was too late. The women had her right where they wanted her.