Get out of there!

Even though your mind is foggy you realize that the sound of sirens is never good. Looking around you quickly spot a dark alley next to the room you've just exited. You hastily make your way into the darkness, stumbling along the way. The damn boots and high heels feel unfamiliar as you balance yourself against the cold brick wall, steadying your step, and silencing your exit.

The cold night air makes you deftly aware of the fact that you have no panties on! The goose bumps racing over your body cause your nipples to stiffen, poking into the tight plastic top. Your only relief is that the overcoat is hiding your exposed body. The feeling of being recently fucked sweeps through your body once again and your mind swirls with confusion.

You momentarily wonder whether you should stick around and eavesdrop to gather information, but decide against it. Continuing down the gravel-lined alley, you come upon a wider alley, and spot the faint glow of streetlights in the distance. Having no clue of where you are or where you're going, you head in the direction of the amber glow. The sounds of sirens disappears behind you; however, you can hear a growing clamor of activity in the direction ahead.

You finally make it to the end of the alley, but remain in the shadows, cautiously taking in the environment around you. This is a busy street with plenty of traffic, but not many pedestrians. Looking across the street you spot two women, who both look like you! Both are dressed in black leather mini-skirts, black knee-high spiked boots, and PVC halter-tops. The busty redhead was wearing a black top, and the brunette was wearing a yellow one. "Definitely whores," you think to yourself, as you wonder if you were one of them. Your clothes were practically identical. You considered approaching the two women to see if they can help you, when a black Buick pulled up in front of them. There were several men in the car, and both women neared the vehicle and began chatting with the occupants.

Slipping back into the shadows you spot a phone booth opposite the ladies, on the other side of the street. You reach into the top of your boot, snatching the phone number. You read it out loud then slip the paper back into your boot, wondering if the number might yield some information.

You still have no idea where you are, who you are, or what has happened!