A warehouse

Petrified with fear, you shiver on the floor of the car, the mens' feet resting on your supine body. They don't speak as you travel, the silence making your apprehension worse. You're too frightened to do more than whimper, much less speak, and your mind is frantically racing, trying to find a way out or imagine what they want of you.

The last part you can imagine, or you think you can. You remember the naked hunger in some of their eyes when you sat naked at their table, the open lust for your lovely flesh. You remember the dark reptilian eyes of the leader, the eyes that seemed to look into the deepest parts of you. You imagine they want to use your lush body, **** you and fuck you and thrust their hard fat cocks into all your holes.... You give another whimper that isn't entirely fear, realizing you're exciting yourself with your imaginings, your pussy getting wet in spite of the terror you feel.

The car slows and stops, and from outside you hear a mechanical noise. The car moves forward again and stops, the engine shutting off. The door open and the man who pushed you in the car pulls you out, holding you tightly by one arm, as the other men get out of the car.

You look around, and see you're in what appears to be a loading dock, a rolling door closing behind the car. You're led up a short set of dirty concrete steps to the dock platform, and through a door into a warehouse. Most of it is in darkness, large shelving units disappearing into the deeper reaches of the building, but the immediate area is lit, showing a workbench, some counters and a seating area with some couches and chairs.

The leader, takes a seat in one of the chairs and all the men except the one holding take other seats. Someone throws your bag at your feet, as your captor pulls you in front of the leader.

He looks at you with those frightening eyes, his lips twisting in a cruel smile.

"So this is your big chance...Bambi," he says coldly. "Not many girls get two chances, but you're lucky. You turned down a chance to dance for me at the club, but I'm giving you another. Capische?"

Trembling, you stare at him, transfixed by his gaze, unable to speak.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? I asked you a fuckin' question. Do you understand you're getting a second chance or not?" His voice doesn't raise in the slightest, but the menace seems to pour out of him as he speaks.

"Yes...yes...I understand," you answer. "Thank you...thank you sir..."

"Hey, that's alright, you don't have to call me 'sir'" he says with a predatory smile. "We're all friends here, aren't we boys? I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Consalvo. These are the boys," he says with a gesture at the other men. "So now we're all on a first name basis Bambi, why don't you put on a little show for us. You got your costumes in that bag, right? Ok, then go over there with Jerry and get one on. I saw the farm girl number, so something else. What else you got?"

"Umm...a nurse...and a schoolgirl...and..."

"The schoolgirl," he interrupts you. "Yeah, that sounds good. What do you think, boys? Ok Bambi, you go put your schoolgirl costume on and come give us a real nice show."

Jerry pulls your arm, leading you to the work bench area, and dropping your bag at your feet.

"Better not keep him waiting," he says quietly. You look up at his face and think you see a fleeing look of sympathy in his eyes, but when you start to give him a trembling smile of thanks he shakes his head and points to your bag. "Get ready. And do it quick," he growls. "And put on the best show of your life," he adds in a lower voice.