building while dodging rubble and trashcans. He turned in fear to see if the woman from hell was behind and lost his balance.

"Shit!" he yelled, stumbling into a heap of trash. He fell hard onto the wet pavement, but he was in no hurry to rise to his feet, preferring to keep his worn out body in a small puddle. His robe and underwear were drenched with muddy water, but somehow the wetness provided comfort to his aching back. "Damn, I'm tired," he gasped. "I hope that bitch is gone." As sweat and blood poured down his cheeks and into his eyes, he struggled to peer down the alley for her. He only saw the ordinary alley garbage, trashcans, and dumpsters. No crazy bitch.

"Wooooo," he sighed, his eyes staring into the sky. "What the hell is going on?"

As he lied there staring into the clouds above, he heard a screeching sound that startled him. It was a metal door on the side of the building, one he didn't notice while running from psycho woman.

"Oh, shit," he muttered, preparing to make another run for it.

As the door slowly swung open, the sight of two lovely women froze Trevon in his place instead. They were the kind of women he'd always fantasized about, one Asian and the other Hawaiian. They wore skimpy bikini outfits and high heels with glittery pink fluorescence. Trevon lied still with his legs sprawled, his eyes bulging at the surreal image of two stunning women strutting towards him.

"Holy shit," he murmured. "What do we have here?" As they carefully bent down to help Trevon up from the wet pavement, he grinned as he stared at their flat bellies and ample breasts that jingled in his face.

The Hawaiian girl's long black hair nearly blanketed Trevon's face as he tried to rise to his feet. Their perfect smiles comforted him, but neither of them said a word. The Asian woman removed Trevon's tattered robe and threw it to the wet pavement. It did not bother him that he was wearing only his damp underwear because he figured they'd all be naked soon. He didn't care or bother to ask where they came from. Somehow these two exotic women made him forget about the last two women that just tried to kill him. He felt like a pimp walking inside the building with two smiling, beautiful women on each arm, knowing he was about to have a freaky threesome.

Inside, they led him down a dark hallway past some stairs. It seemed unusually clean inside, considering the entrance led from a trashy alley. The inside looked like an old apartment with numbered doors on each side of the hallway. Trevon thought it might have been some kind of secret underground brothel.

At the end of hallway was another door. "Here we go!" Trevon said excitedly. "I'm about to wax that ass!" Nothing seemed odd or unusual to him about being half-naked in wet underwear inside of a downtown building with two exotic women.

He expected to see a dimly lit room with a large heart shaped bed and big fluffy pillows, the kind he'd always fantasized about. Instead, when the Asian woman opened the door, he was shocked to see a warehouse type facility. There were assembly lines, conveyer belts, and workshops all around. He was even more stunned to see more beautiful women wearing the same kind of bikini tops and thongs, working with dangerous machinery, including forklifts. They seemed oblivious to the fact they were working in a hazardous environment wearing only swimwear, high heels, and hardhats.

Trevon was so amazed that he didn't notice the Hawaiian girl walk back to the entrance door to lock it while the Asian girl led him further inside. A few women stared at Trevon with expressionless faces, some peering through safety goggles. Trevon gawked at all the gorgeous women, nearly stumbling as he walked.

The Hawaiian girl led him to a fenced-in storage area that had a wooden table in the center with two metal clasps on each side. The area was completed surrounded with fences at least ten feet tall, but it had no roof. She opened the gate and led him towards the table. Trevon began to feel uneasy as he looked around the storage area.

"What the fuck is this?" he cried. "Fuck this, I'm outta here. Get off me, bitch!" Trevon tried to loosen the woman's grip, but her grip was too powerful. She effortlessly held both his arms from behind, preventing him from turning around to push her off. His back kicks to her legs and stomach did nothing to loosen her powerful grip. She just smiled as Trevon kicked and squealed like an animal in a cage. She quickly yanked Trevon back and put him in a headlock, slamming his head and bare chest on the table. Trevon still couldn't budge from the powerful grasp of this beautiful woman---who couldn't be more than 125lbs. Trevon struggled to breathe as she mercilessly held his head down with his arms clutched behind his neck. All that could be heard from Trevon were muffled grunts.