Talk to the girls

The fact that your clothes almost exactly matches the outfits of the hookers across the street can't be just a coincidence. You must know these girls in some way. You decide it might be a good idea to try to talk to them alone.

After a few minutes, the girls step away from the car and it drives off. They start chatting with each other for a bit, and though you can't hear what they're saying, it sounds like they're worried about something.

You take the oppertunity and make your move.

Checking carefully to see if the cops are around, you run across the street as quickly as you can in your heels. The girls hear your approach, and look at you disdainfully.

"Hey sweetie, this is our corner," says the redhead. "Go find somewhere else to work."

Your heart sinks. They don't know you. "Sorry," you mumble, and start to turn away.

"Wait a minute!" says the brunette. She grabs you by the shoulders and turns you around to face her, looking at you with disbelief. "John? Is that you?"

"No way!" the redhead shouts. She pulls you away from her friend and gets a good look at you as well. "My God, John! It's really you!" She suddenly hugs you fiercely, sobbing with joy. "We never thought we'd see you again! Where the hell have you been?"

"We thought you were dead, or something!" squeals the brunette, also crying.

The redhead steps away from you for a moment. "Damn girl, it's kind of hard to get close to you. What did you do, run off and get a boob job or something?"

"And what did you do to your hair?" asks the other girl.

You shake your head to clear it. "Look girls, I don't have time to explain, but these cops are after me and I need to get out of here, do either of you have a car?"

"Yeah, we're parked back in the alley. John, what the hell is this all about?"

"I can't explain now," you say. "Actually, I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain it. It's a long story and I'm missing a lot of chapters. Right now, I just need some help."

"Sure, sure!" says the brunette. "Oh John, we've been so worried about you!" To your astonishment, she throws herself at you and gives you a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. It startles you at first, but then feels suddenly very natural.

"Come on, Lexi," says the redhead. "I've missed her too, but we should move. The cops are coming."

Lexi pulls away from you. "You're right, Daphne," she says with a pout.

The girls lead you back into the alley behind them, where to your surprise there is a limousine parked. Daphne jumps in the driver's seat, and Lexi motions you to sit up front. You scoot to the middle as she gets in the same door, and the car pulls out of the alley.

"So, where the hell have you been, you bitch?" Daphne asks, her friendly tone not matching her words. "Gone for a whole damn month, no phone call, no note! You've got some explaining to do!"

You feel a hand on your leg, and turn to see that Lexi is tickling her way up your thigh. "And the three of us have some catching up to do," she purrs.