Wednesday Night Out 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What can go wrong on a Wednesday night out?


A follow on to the stories - Friday Night Out, Saturday Night Out, Sunday
Night Out, Monday Night Out & Tuesday Night Out

Wednesday Night Out

It was the middle of the week, a Wednesday, and halfway through the working
week for some, but there was still half to get through before the weekend was
here. And of course, it was the weekend when all the fun started, so being
mid-week and a Wednesday it was a real 'nothing' kind of a day. But even so
people still need to wind-down after a hard day's work and what best way than
to go out with your mates. Go out and forget what's gone on earlier on in the
week, what had happened today and what's going to happen during the rest of
the working week!

And on this Wednesday, there were three men who needed to forget what had
happened so far this week and what was to come. These men where Oliver, Gavin
and Beau. For these men the world of corporate finance could be a tricky one,
especially when your department head wants the quarterly figures to say one
thing and the management board have sent a clear signal that they should say
something else! It was a situation that the three men had been squeezed into
as they were all responsible for certain areas of the company's finances. And
they would all have to come together and agree on what the final figures went
into the quarterly spread sheet where.

This of course was causing a bit of a dilemma for the men, their department
head was, to say the least, a quite powerful, stern and very strict woman who
didn't suffer fools gladly. A woman with a hard, unpleasant way about her and
a hard, unpleasant face. She obviously had her own agenda with all this and
these 'boys' as she called them, needed to work it out, her way! Well they
knew she had her own ways of making them, her boys, look very bad to the
management board, if it didn't go her way. Then these men could find
themselves in quite a bit of 'hot water', well it was all about money wasn't
it!

The boys, sorry the men had until Friday to present all the figures to the
board, which still gave them a couple of days to work it all out, to see what
they were going to do. So, on this Wednesday the men after work decided they
needed to go out sit down somewhere, quite where they couldn't be overhead or
interrupted, have a drink and come up with a plan. They really needed a plan
to get themselves out of all this.

A Wednesday night in The City was in some ways just like any other night,
there were enough places to eat, drink, dance, have fun. But of course, not
everywhere was open or packed with people so it could also be a quite 'quiet
night', but on the other hand ... ... this was, The City!

The three men had met in the lobby of the firm where they all worked, then
they set off out into the city centre to find a nice quiet place away from
prying eyes and listening ears to talk this through and decide what they were
going to do. Finding a 'quiet' place in The City, should be, but wouldn't be
that easy, but it was a Wednesday, so this was their best chance of finding
that place. They went into pub near to where they worked, it was OK, but there
were too many people from work already there. So not the sort of place to have
a discussion about how to fiddle the company's figures. Or maybe they would
just stand up and give the correct figures to the board, but then their
department head, the woman, would blame them for all this? So, what decision
would they make? Being honest about all this was the obvious choice, but the
men's boss, that woman, would then make it her mission to destroy the men, one
way or the other. Well she'd already used that word, 'Destroy!', to each of
the men earlier that day and somehow looking into her face when she said it,
they all knew she meant it!

So, it was onto somewhere else, somewhere quiet, that the men now headed too.
Somewhere deeper and deeper into the heart of the city centre. Into the warren
of streets, alleyway, side roads, lanes and dark passageways, the three men
were drawn in as they sort out somewhere quiet. The further they went in the
fewer people there were about the place, it was almost as if no one was in the
centre of The City, well it was a Wednesday!

Gavin was getting a bit frustrated with all this, he just wanted to talk it
all over and come to a solution about what they were going to do. He wasn't
interested in where they did this, 'did the place serve food, what kind of
food, what beer they had?' He wasn't interested in any of that! The men had
chosen a shortcut down this lane, then it was down that sideroad, where they
turned into an empty alleyway. As his two friends walked on in front of him
going through all the places where they could go, the sound of a tin can
rattling across and empty street grabbed his attention.

The man jumped at this sound, maybe because all this financial 'irregularity',
with the chance of his name being put down on the paperwork, had him all tense
and worked up. And maybe all the skulking around to find a quiet place to talk
about it had made him even more jumpy than normal. But the sound of that can
rattling around in the now dim alleyway they now found themselves in, and from
behind him, had caught him off guards and maybe it had scared him, maybe just
a little!

But as Gavin looked around to were the sound of the tin can had come from, he
caught sight of some people there at the end of that alleyway and behind the
men. It was obvious one of these had kicked that can that had made him jump,
but that was just him being silly. But there was something about these people,
maybe it was because there was four of them and they were all women that made
the man just stand there for a second or two and stare. Even though they were
a bit of a way away he could still make out that they were all, youngish
looking girls. Teenagers they must have been, but what age, he couldn't guess,
probably all four of them would find themselves back at school or at college
in the morning. So, about that age!

Yes, they all did look as if they were school or college girls, but they
wouldn't be going to school dressed like that Gavin thought. There was a blond
girl, a brunette one, an Asian or was it oriental girl, he never knew what was
the correct term to use was. And finally, there was a black girl, a good
mixture he thought. Then he thought 'was there school tomorrow, was it the
holidays?' He wasn't sure, didn't know, he didn't have kids. But even so these
girls wouldn't be going to any school dressed like that! Each of them was
dressed in a sort of funny, different way, almost as if they were going to a
fancy-dress party. There was colour, there was shorts skirts and tops, there
hats and even a scary, they did look a bit crazy and bit funny. But there was
something else here there was a confidence about these girls in the loud way
they dressed and walked with purpose across the top of the alleyway entrance
and then out of sight. Torn jean and attitude, that was what they had as well.
Maybe they were a gang, a group of young girls, nasty, loud, bright but also a
bit rough. That made Gavin smile, he then gave a bit of a laugh, 'imagine a
gang of girls!'

Chuckling to himself the man turned back and carried on down the alleyway,
jogging a bit to catch up with his friends and still smiling, 'a gang of
girl's!' Still it was the only thing that had made him smile in a while so he
should be grateful for that. A few seconds and he was back with Oliver and
Beau and all those thoughts about their current 'problem' came flooding back.
Further on down the alleyway and there was a turning that went off to the left
and another one to the right. This was the first of many junctions down the
alleyway. Offshoots that lead into a labyrinth of smaller, larger, longer,
shorter, narrow, wide alleyways, lanes and passages. This was a strange kind
of area juts off the main city centre, a place crammed with small one off,
independent shops. Quaint shops and stalls, novelty kiosks and boutiques,
tattoo parlours, a few small arcades, a couple of specialist garages, gambling
dens, bars and doorways that led into some of the seedier and rougher places
here in, The City.

It was an area that you didn't want to walk through in the dark and even in
the lighter evenings. Out of normal opening hours and daylight, this wasn't
the area to go walking around, it wasn't a good idea unless you knew this part
well and were known around here! But as they came up to this first junction,
the men all stopped as Oliver was saying they should go now to the left and
Beau was saying no it was to the right. There was a bit of a 'discussion' at
this point as to which way they should go, which just got Gavin more
frustrated as all he wanted to do was get this over with here and now! But at
this point all the men seemed to now noticed something else, or was that
someone else!

Down the main part of the alleyway and further alone to the second junction
there was stood a woman, a young girl, and as she wasn't that far away, the
men could make her out quite clearly. She was obviously a young woman, a girl
and blond with what looked like hints of pink in her hair, but even from this
moderate distance the three men could all see that she was a very noticeable
female for a number of reasons. Young and quite short, and by the looks of her
she probably still had a bit of growing up to do, mostly upwards as there
where parts of her that already seemed to have grown quite nicely already.

She was also noticeable for how she was dressed as well, in a pair of high
heeled shoes, pink shoes with lots of straps and the kind of shoe that would
make a defiant 'clicking' sound when she walked. Going upwards and around what
looked like a nice pair of legs was a pair of three-quarter length
tight-fitting black leggings. Past the leggings was a bare midriff with a
sparkling piercing in her bellybutton, and above all this was a white crop
top. Which was tight and stretched over her well developed, for a small girl,
chest. Over her body she had on a pink jacket, the fluffy, furry kind that was
waist length. It was also unzipped to show her body off and to show she had
confidence about who she was and how she looked. And she didn't mind if you
looked too, but don't stare! She wasn't an object for some man to lust and
ogle at as he liked. She certain wasn't that kind of a girl, she was there to
be noticed, looked at and admired, that was all.

The girl's name was Chantel, but these men didn't know that, and for a long
time the girl had been teased about her name, as little girl's do, that was
until she'd learnt to fight back, and from then on, she seemed to be fighting
all the time. She was blond, with some pink highlights in it, her hair that
was all over the place and it was long, going over the jacket she wore and all
the way down her back. Lastly there was her face, which was a bit of a
disappointment compared to the rest of her, you looked and said 'Hmmm not that
good!' but there was a little, 'something going on' with her bright pink lips
and large round glasses, pink of course. Yes, she wasn't 'that good looking',
not even really plain, she was a bit, well not too good in the looks
department. Ugly, that would be taking it too far, pug face maybe, but not a
looker by any standard. But still she did have a something going on, a very
nice, very good body and a bit of a pink thing, so it wouldn't be a surprise
for the men to find out that she was a bit of hit with the boys.

But of course, she was only a young girl and just like that 'gang' he'd seen
earlier Gavin thought again that this one should be going to school or college
tomorrow. That would be if he could remember if schools and college where
still open, or was it the holidays? But the strange thing in all this was that
this girl was just stood there, stood still, looking back down the alleyway
towards the men. That's why they could see her so well, but why would she be
just stand there and stare at them, all very strange!

Then suddenly from one of those ventilation pipes high above in a wall near to
the girl there was churning, clunking sound and then a great puff of smoke
bellowed out of the vent. For a second or two the whole of that junction up
ahead was engulfed in a white smoke, which then slowly disappeared and the men
could see that the girl in pink was gone. Weird, maybe the smoke had
frightened her and she'd run away, well that's what Oliver and Beau thought,
it made them laugh and it also gave them an idea. The two men knew where they
were going so Oliver went off to the left and Beau goes to the right and the
men would see who could get to their destination first. They each had their
own idea which way would be the quickest, and so this had now turned this into
a race for these men. Or was it just a couple of boys having a laugh.

But it was no joke to Gavin who was getting more and more frustrated that they
all couldn't just all sit down and sort this mess out. And before he could
shout at the men to grow up, they were off already running in their own
private little race. Beau running down the right-hand side alley and Oliver
sprinting down the that left lane. Both the men left Gavin stood there,
annoyed, fed up, angry and pissed off with his 'colleagues!'     

Then just to finish it all off and getting the man's anger rising even quicker
the same steam vent blow another cloud out and covered him in that thick and
smelly cloud of smoke. He chocked, coughed and flapped his arms around,
staggering around in circles to get that smoke away from him. As it slowly
cleared the man stopped and stood still, he looked around and realised that
these alleyways now all the looked the same. It took him a second or two to
realised which way he should be facing, such was how this labyrinth, this part
of The City could play tricks on people's mind, get them confused,
disorientated, get them lost!

Gavin looked down both side lanes, they were empty he couldn't see either of
the men, his colleagues, 'Shit!' He had to find at least one of them as Gavin
didn't know where they were heading, where the pair of them had planned to
meet up. Meet up and hopefully, finally, sort this mess out! So, he just set
off, a quick jog down the side land he was closest too and not being sure
which of his 'friends' had gone this way. He set off to find him and then
'please to God, they could all just sit down and sort this bloody mess out!'
He ran and sped down the alleyway, following it around as it bent round to the
left and then carried on. He'd forgotten all about the gang of girls he'd seen
earlier and that single girl in the pink, this was all tuning into too much of
a mess to think about women, girl's now. Then he stooped as he came to a
three-way junction, with lanes going straight on, to the right or back the way
he'd come? But which way was he to go, which would be the ... ... , CRASH!

Down the even narrower alleyway to his right there was the sound of something
metal crashing into ... ... or something crashing into metal. And something
made Gavin looked down here, but it was dark, even so he thought he could see
something happening further down there and again for some reason he found
himself taking a few and then a few more steps down there to see what was
going on, and ... ... 'Shit!'

As it became clearer what Gavin saw was at best unbelievable, at worst
impossible! He blinked, but no it was still the same. This man closed his
eyes, tight, for a good second and then opened them again, but the sight
before him, just further along this smaller alleyway was the same. Nothing had
changed, so it must be true, 'but how?'

There was the girl in pink, the pug face girl, the girl who was not that
good-looking, but the girl with the good body, and the girl with that
'something' about her, the girl that was now beating up Oliver. There was the
man he'd come to find, well he'd found him now, but Gavin never thought he'd
find him while he was on the receiving end of a good female beating! Gavin
stood there in some shock, watching, staring in disbelief at what he saw, as
if he was unable to move as he had to look at this and try to take it all in.

Stood there was the smaller girl, the one in pink. She was stood in front of
what looked like quite a battered and bruised Oliver, who if the state of his
face was anything to go by, he'd been on the receiving end of a few good solid
blows already. The girl, Chantel was a kind of a boxer's stance and, WHACK!
Her clenched fist shot out, probably not for the first time and struck
Olivier's face squarely in the middle of it. It was a sharp, hard blow that
sent the man's head juddering backward and made him stagger rearwards, this
was then, and very quickly followed by, SMACK!

The girl's other arm and fist came around and was driven just as hard, just as
forceful into Oliver's jaw. The strike made him only stagger some more but
also made his body jolted, and after a second had passed and almost as if it
was an afterthought Oliver's body dropped down on one side. Almost as if one
of his legs, just one, had given up, but the other legs was still trying to
keep him upright. The man's hand went out to try and steady himself, his hand
tried to come down on one of those old metal dustbins that was nearby. But it
slipped and the lid of the bin was knocked off and fell to the alleyway floor.

There was again a clattering metal kind of sound that filled the air of the
whole area, Oliver staggered some more, taking another couple of steps, one
this way, one that way, THUD! There was another blurred blow that struck the
man in his face, he wouldn't have seen where it came from, not in his state.
Even Gavin who was glued to this action, open mouthed and wide eye trying to
take this all in, found it difficult to see clearly all the girls fast flying
fists as they moved, CRACK! Even though he was starting at all this he didn't
see which of her fist came out and made contact. SMACK! Another strike, 'but
surly she couldn't be that quick, she was just a girl!' All that Gavin did see
clearly was his friend as he shuddered after each blow struck him. Then Oliver
began to wobbled like some kid's toy that was about to topple over.

But somehow Oliver did manage to stay up right, stay on his feet, he was leant
to one side so maybe he now had a firmer hold onto the old dustbin, maybe it
was that, that was keeping him there on his feet, WHACK! ARRRRHHHHH! There was
a shocking sound of the girl now bringing the back of her hand across this
hurt face, a strong driving backhand. If the sound of her giving him a 'good
slap', if that sound wasn't piercing enough, then the cry the man let out as
she hit him sent a freezing cold and sharp, nail biting feeling down Gavin's
spine!

It was a horrible almost scary feeling, that made him just stand there and
watch what was going on, it stuck him to the sport, unable to move. Gavin was
incapable of running to help his friend, the girl down that alleyway was that
fearsome to him. And for good reason, THUD! UUUHHHH! The girl leant forward
and with one hand grabbed onto Oliver's head, gripped him harshly by his hair
and pulled him towards her. As the man came staggering forward the pink girl
drove her free hand, her clenched fist into his oncoming gut.

From where he was even Gavin felt that blow, and defiantly so did Oliver, the
man coughed and spluttered as he gasped for breath. Chantel looked down at the
bent over man she held, she wasn't impressed, her head shock from side to side
to show her disappointment. Then the hand that held him by his hair tossed him
away from her, sending him back so he clattered back against those bins.
Hurling him away, as if he didn't matter and showing that she wasn't satisfied
with how he'd 'performed' here.

All this did was to impress on Gavin that there was something about this young
girl that frighten the man and he really didn't want to go anywhere near her.
So, he just stood there and watched. Watched the girl in pink as she now took
a step backwards from the wobbling Oliver, still trying to keep himself up
against those bins. She looked him up and down, she shook her head again,
showing her disappointment. Then the girl's arm, hand came up as she pushed
her pink tinted hair back and away from her face, and then she, THUD!
OOOOWWWW!

Chantel jumped up, even wearing those high heeled shoes she managed to jump,
went up high and shot her leg forward and upwards. It went up hard, fast and
high. It went up straight and the pink girl's pink shoe caught the man square
and solidly under his chin. The well aim strike took Oliver off his feet, the
girl's foot and leg carried on up until her leg went almost straight upwards.
This girl had a supple body to say the least to be able to do that, she also
had a powerful body as the blow she'd just landed on the man was a devastating
one. Oliver went up, taking him fully off the ground, up into the air, and as
he went up, his body shook, violently and with some force. Then it went
twisting around as it carried on flying through the air.

Twisting and turning in mid-air this was quite a sight from Gavin to watch, a
horrible sight but still quite a mesmerising one. But as Oliver's body went up
it would have to come down, and down it came, hard and with a shattering,
clattering sound as the man landed, fell, dropped down sharply on not just the
one but a number of old metal dustbins that where near to him. The sound of
this man being dropped onto all these filled the air and seemed to echoed
through the narrow lanes and alleyways of this part of The City. But
eventually the sound faded away, but there was still the girl there and the
man, Oliver. Her victim, laying amounts a load of knocked over, toppled metal
bins, with rubbish scattered all around and over the man. A man who was now
out cold and had been defeated, by a girl!

Gavin couldn't believe it, even though he had come down that alleyway and seen
it for himself, he still found it difficult to believe, 'how could this
happen?'. The girl Chantel took a step towards her fallen man, she looked down
at him, and then moved her leg closer to his head. Her foot, her pink shoe,
the one that had dropped him, moved the unconscious man face and head from
side to side to check that he was indeed out cold. Which of course he was,
after that blow no man would still be conscious. Satisfied that this man was
out the girl now stood up straight and she turned. Now she was looked up the
alleyway to where Gavin was stood. Stood there at the end of the alleyway
looking at the girl and this gave the man a really bad feeling, the look on
her face, the way she held herself. Folded her arms and was looking back at
him, 'Oh Shit!'

Gavin had to force his body to move so that he could get out of there, and get
out of there quickly as the girl was now making her way down the alleyway
towards him. 'Fuck if she gets hold of me ... ... !' Gavin had to get out of
there and that was what he was doing and as fast as he could, he wasn't going
to hang around, not with the girl now coming for him! He turned, he ran, back
down the alleyway, then turned that way, followed the lane as it moved around
in this direction and before he knew it, he'd stopped suddenly as he looking
around, 'Fuck!' He was back at the junction where he'd started, with the
steam, he was sure this was that junction, wasn't it?

Gavin looked all around, then thought he could here, footsteps, a clicking
sound of high heeled shoes coming from, 'which way?' The sound was echoing, it
seemed to come from every direction, WOOOSSSHHH! Suddenly a bust of steam came
pouring out of a vent near to him. Covered in smoke he was confused; he
coughed, flapped his arms around to clear it away quickly. He stumbled around
and thankfully soon the smoke was gone. But the sound of clicking footsteps
was still there, echoing around him. But now he could tell which way the sound
was coming from, so instinctively he now ran off in the opposite direction, to
get away, fast.

He ran and ran, down another narrow lane, then he turned right, or was it left
and he turned left again, or was it right and soon he was ... ... lost! Gavin
stooped, looked around, realising he had no idea where he was, but at least he
was safe, or so he thought. Now he slowly shuffled along as he caught his
breath, time to take things slowly, gather his thoughts and think this all
through. He turned a corner as all these weird, strange images flashed around
inside his head, as his thoughts tried to deal with all this, and then, 'Oh
Fuck!'

Gavin was stopped in his tracks as he was now looking down another narrow lane
and there a short distance away was his other colleague Beau. But it looked as
if he too was on the receiving end of a good beating from another female, a
woman, no a girl and it wasn't another girl, it was the same girl ... ... 'No!
How was that possible, how could the same girl now be here and beating up his
other friend? How could she have got over here so fast, before he'd got here
and was now be beating up another man. How did she do that, it just didn't
make sense.

There was Beau, a battered and hurt looking Beau who was still on his feet,
just about, as his legs did look somewhat wobbly, but he was still upright,
CRACK! THUD! Two fast fists where now sent into the man's body by the smaller,
younger girl. Beau's body took the blows and jolted with each strike, then she
turned, spun around and, WHACK! Her leg went out, up around and her shoe came
flying in and strikes the already stunned and hurt man hard across his face.
The heel of the shoe cut his face while the blow drove Beau hurtling backwards
and sent him hard into the wall of the small, narrow lane that the pair of
them where fighting in. Well the lane where the girl was the only one who was
doing the fighting.

As the man hit the wall, as his back drove into that hard brick wall the
girl's arm and hand came up, she pushed her hair away from her face and then
she twisted her body. Turning and bringing herself, her body back and at the
same time sending her leg out. Out and up high so her swivel kick came
thundering around and she drove her foot, her shoe into the other side of
Beau's face as he leant there against the wall, CRACK! UUUHHHFFF!

The girl's strike made this second man's body shudder violently and then
slowly he seemed to just drop down onto his knees, there in front of her.
Again, all Gavin could do was to stand there a watch as he was once more glued
to the spot, captivated, in some strange way by this girl. As he watched her
in actions ... ... But wait! There was something wrong here, something
different, but what was it? This was his friend Beau getting his arse kicked,
or should that be getting his face kicked by a girl, and it was the same girl.

There was the small, pug faced and not that good-looking girl beating this
second man. The same girl dressed the same way in in her high heeled shoes
with all those straps, the pair of tight three-quarter length leggings,
covering her good, fine legs. Then her open, bare midriff with the sparkling
bellybutton piercing, above this that crop top, holding her full chest. And
over all this she wore her fluffy, furry jacket that came down to her waist,
unzipped, of course so her trim, toned body could be seen by everyone who was
looked her way, like Gavin.

Even though he saw all this it took a second or two for the penny to drop. As
it was now that Gavin saw what he had previously missed, the colour, that was
what he had missed in all this. The shoes, the jacket where purple, the
legging where a red colour and the crop top was yellow. And there were some
differences with the girl's face, her hair was again blond but there were
hints of purple in it, her lips where again purple and those large round
glasses she wore ... ... ... , yes, they were purple too!

It took a second or maybe a few more for all this to sink in and for Gavin as
he carried on and watched all this. But now he realises that this was a
different girl, her 'colour scheme' gave that away. But she was also the same
girl, in a round about way, the girl in pink and this one in purple both
looked the same! Although he didn't know it this girl, the purple one was
Angie and she was Chantel's twin Sister ... ... There was two of them a pink
girl and a purple girl. A second later this all seemed to become somewhat a
bit clearer to the man, 'they must be twins!' This sudden realisation now
messed with Gavin's head, two girls beating up his two colleagues, this was
more than a coincidence, 'wasn't it?' These girls couldn't have planned this
could they, 'but why?' Then all of a sudden, his mind was brought back to the
here and now when, CRUNCH!

The purple Angie leant forwards, grabbed onto Beau's head as he knelt there
before her. Then she brought her knee up, twisted herself over to the side,
swung that leg out, hooked it and drove her knee into the side of the man's
head. Pounding him in the temple, making Beau's whole body quake quite
violently and then suddenly as she let go his limp body fell, dropped rapidly
to the narrow alleyway floor and into a heap. The girl took a step back after
she'd struck to give the man enough room to fall at her feet, almost as if she
liked the man to be in that position.

With Beau now also down and out cold it looked as if this girl's 'job' here
was done, she turned to walk away and that was when she caught sight of Gavin
stood there, watching her! And for a second time Gavin got a really bad
feeling about all this as the purple girl now stared back at him, giving him
the same look that her twin Sister had earlier. Then she started to walk
slowly towards him, and there was that clicking sound of her shoes on the
narrow lane floor, 'Shit!' Gavin forced his legs to work, he turned and headed
off, ran away for the second time and from another young, small girl. And
another young, small girl that scared him.

Gavin ran, he turned this way and that way, he followed the lanes, alleyways
and passages around to the left and right as they seemed to twist and turn,
and all the time he was getting more and more lost. But at least he was
getting away from the purple girl. A short while later and Gavin stopped,
caught his breath as he tried to sort this mess out in his head. He leant
against a nearby wall as he tried to slow his almost bursting heart from
exploding, as he was almost ... ... , WOOOSSSHHH!

There was a cloud of smoke that covered the man, he panicked and flapped
around as the cloud had just made him jumpy and frightened him again. And as
it started to clear Gavin, could hear a clicking sound, no more than one
clicking sound. Then he saw the outline of, ... ... ... THUD! CRUNCH!

It was sometime later when Gavin began to come too, his eyes slowly starting
to open and his head began to come out of this blackness that had engulfed
him. Slowly his surrounding became clearer, and he was able to focus and see
objects and people! He was now also aware of not just where he was, but also
the dilemma, he now found himself!

In a couple of second the man took in a lot and realised that he was now
inside, by the looks of it, some kind of a warehouse, workshop or what looked
like an old garage. It was a messy place with a certain smell to it that the
man could now make out as he came too more. In fact, this was one of those
many small units, used for 'this and that', in one of the many alleyways, that
were dotted around this 'labyrinth' area of, The City.

Then as Gavin's head was clearer, he could take in more, he could look around
this place and, 'Oh Shit!' Over to the right was his friend Beau, but it
didn't look good for the man who was on his knees. His body looked as if it
had been through yet another beating as his clothes where ripped, dirty and he
looked ragged. But Gavin couldn't see the man's face as the head of this knelt
man, who was leant forwards was currently trapped between the firm legs of the
girl dressed in pink. But what Gavin could see was the 'trapped' man's body
shaking as this girl was obviously applying a great deal of pressure, through
her strong legs, to his head. Making him shake uncontrollably with her
punishing treatment of him by this younger girl.

If that was a bad place for Beau to be in then Oliver was also suffering, but
in a different way, and now as this man moaned due to his own agony, Gavin
turned his head to the left to where this groaning sound was coming from.
Gavin could now see what had become of his other friend who was at the mercy
of the girl in purple.

There was a large, solid old wooden work bench and laying on it was the girl.
She was lying on her back, and also laying on his back and on top of the girl
was Oliver. OK it would have been better for him to be laying on top of her
and facing her, that would be much better, but it wasn't like that for this
man. The girl had the man in a good position, with her legs around the man's
body, her legs crossed over and across his stomach, where she was squeezing
hard with her legs. These Sisters were obviously both strong in the leg
department! Also, the purple girl had her arm around Oliver's neck and was
throttling, choking him, just as hard as her legs where squeezing him!

The girl in purple arched her back to pushed Oliver upwards and apply extra
pressure on the man's body through her legs and tightening her arm on his
neck. This devastating move was having the right effect, for the girl, not the
man, she was hurting him, and making him suffer ... ... But all Gavin could
think of was, 'Why!' Gavin couldn't stand by and just watch this, he had to do
something. He forced himself forwards so he could help his friends, but ...
... ! But he only moved a short way as he suddenly stopped and for a second,
he was confused, 'why couldn't he move any further, what was stopping him?'

Gavin's eyes looked up to his left arm and then his right and now he could see
that he was chained, restrained but his wrists, 'Shit!' In fact, the man was
handcuffed to a pair of chains hanging down from the building's roof. He was
hanging, handcuffed to the thick chains and there was no escape for him. At
this point the girls both turned their heads towards him, the clanking of the
chains had grabbed their attention. The girls both looked at Gavin hanging
there and suddenly he felt very scared. The girl in pink, Chantel, gave a
twist of her hips, her legs followed and Beau made a muffle cry as his body
jerked and was then still. Loosening her grip on him and Beau's unconscious
body dropped to the floor and the girl moved towards the now conscious man,
Gavin.

On the table and the girl in purple, Angie, tensed her arched body, her legs
around Oliver's body and her arm around his neck. The man's body jolted and
then he was still, the girl rolled to the side, released her hold and dropped
Oliver over the side of the table and down to the floor. Then slid herself off
the table and made her way towards the man hanging there, Gavin.

The sound of two pairs of shoes clipping along filled the room as the girls
made there where to where Gavin was hanging from those chains.

As the girls got to Gavin, Chantel reached out and gripped the man tightly
with her hand around his throat. At the same time Angie's hands thrusted
forward and grabbed the man in the groin area. Now the girls had his full
attention! "Mummy said you where the ring leader of this little group!"
'Mummy! What the hell?' Chantel's words rang around inside his head as her
hand tighten around his throat. "You friends seem to see things our way,
Mummy's way, now. So, it's your turn to come around to how Mummy wants things
done!" Angie's words also filled his head as her hand tightly turned as she
gripped his groin area.

A fearful Gavin realised these girls, the twins, Chantel in pink and Angie in
purple, where in fact the Daughters of his boss at work. The woman who wanted
these men to alter the finical report, that quarterly return, that the board
was going to see. The men's department head, the woman with a hard, unpleasant
face and way about her, these were obviously her Daughter's as they had her
looks and her way about them.

This was bad for the man; he'd seen some of what the girls had done to his
friends and now it sounded as if it was his turn! They released their hold on
him and then quickly their hands went up to his handcuffed wrist. He tried to
struggle, but it was useless, WHACK! CRUNCH! UUUHHH! A quick couple of high
knees into his body stopped him from struggling and then, THUD! He was now on
his knees on the floor with the girls stood there next to him, one on either
side of him. Having released his wrist from the handcuffs he dropped to the
floor and he was now all theirs, it was now play time for the girls! SMACK!
WHACK!

A few playful slaps to get the man's attention then he was dragged up onto his
feet and, THUD! WALLOP! A hand from each girl went into his chest, pushing him
rearwards, then with him just far enough away from them, the girls both
smiled, turned, twisted themselves around and CRACK! SMACK! Two small pug
girls, one pink, one purple, with their spinning kicks, two shoes driving into
his body and Gavin went off his feet and was sent thundering back into the
brick wall behind him. He was slammed, hard, into that wall, it hurt, hurt
like hell as he began to slide down it, UUUHHHHH!

Gavin was grabbed, pulled, yanked back towards the girl, still smiling and
WHACK! THUD! The girls had only just started with their 'persuasion' of this
last man, letting him know what their Mummy wanted. Well this man couldn't say
'No' to these girls, could he? And the girls were going to make sure that he
didn't say 'No', but it would take a long time for the man to get the message,
they would make sure it took a long time, a very long time ... ... !