It's quite a diverse looking group

You all don't have to wait too long for the new people to arrive. The door was practically kicked open, and the first man strode in, already knowing what to expect inside. This man was well built, muscular from head to toe, bald, and tattooed seemingly everywhere. He estimate he was around around 6 ft tall, 220 lbs. He wore nothing but denim jeans and boots. You all find out he is called "Ink," undoubtedly due to his tattoos when Gorgeous greets him.

Next walked in two smaller men (still relatively large compared to you, Tom, and Matt). It didn't take you long to realize they were twins. Something about them seemed off though... they had the look of people who were used to getting away with crimes and generally evil doings. You wouldn't be surprised if the Hell Hogs utilized these two for some of their more "hands-on" jobs. While both were around 5'6, each were just as muscular as Ink and Toro. Both faces were scarred--surprisingly in the same places. Both were holding cases as well. "We brought the stuff you requested Screws," one of them said. Screws responded by thanking him and telling them to place the cases in the corner. You never got their names.

Next walked in a massive black dude, probably around 6'3, 250lbs. He had no apparel that suggested he was a part of the biker gang. You soon found out that "Python" was actually part of a local street gang from the city. Gorgeous had explained to the Toro and Screws that he was here a peace offering of sorts so that the Hell Hogs and Python's gang could get along better in the future. Python had dreadlocks, and wore baggy clothes... you know, the typical gangbanger look. However, his voice was deep and sophisticated. Clear, coherent, but very menacing. "If I like the goods you have here, I'll tell my other brothers to come down. We can then talk more about the future direction of our gangs," he coolly stated, already eyeing Sarah, Miranda, and Nicole.

Lastly, walked in a group of three people- a man flanked by two women. The man that walked in was by far the largest, most menacing man you had seen so far this night (and that was saying something). Standing at what you guessed was around 6'7, probably 300lbs, this was not a man anyone wanted to cross. Though he had a slight beer belly, the guy was jacked. Tattoos littered is arms--most involving scantily clad pin-up girls, names, and bikes. He wore a leather jacket that was open, but no shirt on underneath. His face, like many that were already here, was scarred from some unknown fight. He had a long beard and mustache that covered most of his face, in addition to his long hair draped across his shoulders. You guess his age is around 50 something, but with the shape that he seemed to be in, age probably didn't mean much. You learn very quickly that he is the head-honcho here as all the men and women that came in immediately stand attentive to him. While they respected him, they did not seem to fear him-- he was just like them: horny, ruthless, brutal, and plain fucked-up. You learn that he his simply called "Boss."

To either side of him were two females, both seemingly in their late 20's. In all honesty, they were hands down hot. You imagine they were groupie biker chicks in it for the thrill of sex, ****, and ****. And they were getting it, that much seemed apparent. The one on the right was a short, skinny blonde girl. Her hair was cut to a medium length and straightened. She was wearing a lot of make-up, dark eye-liner and deep red lipstick. What lay underneath the make-up, you have no idea, but at the end of the day, her face radiated sex appeal. She was wearing knee length boots, a short denim skirt, and a skin tight halter top with the emblem of the biker gang on it. Her left arm was covered in a colorful sleeve tattoo of something you couldn't make out. Her breasts were the same size as Miranda's, 36C. Honestly, if you weren't already spent, you would be hard.

The girl on the right was a long-haired latina brunette of equal attractiveness. She, however, didn't seem to need any makeup as her face seemed flawless. She only wore a light shade of lipstick. We was wearing a skin tight mini dress that was black. It had no sleeves, so they displayed her ample breasts quite well. Her long legs were also accentuated by the heeled boots she was wearing. Her skin was flawless: no tattoos or piercings anywhere. You can only guess she was with this gang for the same reason as the other girl. That, or she was doing a really good job of pretending not to be **** here. Both girls had on leather chokers with "Hog whore"on them, but neither was leashed. They seemed to know their place.

"Well well well, Gorgeous, you outdid yourself this time. You told me that you had two potential whores for us, but by the looks of it, you have three! And they all look good too!" Boss said in a deep, attention-demanding voice. "But who the fuck are these guys?" he asks pointing to you, Tom, and Matt. Gorgeous quickly explains the whole situation, which illicits laughs from the rest of the invitees. "Well, they'll get horny enough sooner or later and can join in," he said. All you can think is to be grateful that he decided not to kill you.

"So, how are we gonna test out the new good?" he asks Gorgeous.