Etherea and Trixie
were out to have a good time, and they were excited when the hostess at the club told them they'd caught the club owner's fancy and then invited them back to the VIP section. They tittered and chatted a bit too loudly with each other and the hostess as she escorted them into a small but luxuriously appointed room. "This is one of the special, private VIP lounges," the hostess said, mixing them fresh drinks. "Don't worry that it's empty, it will fill up once Rita and Jayde have selected their other VIPs for the evening," she smiled.
Little did the girls know, however, that Rita and Jayde ran a white slavery ring, and that their drinks were spiked. Half an hour later the two dazed and confused girls found themselves seated on one of the couches as the aforementioned proprietors wrapped lengths of rope around their interlocked arms until they were bound far more securely than would have been necessary to hold them even had they been sober. Their mouths were stuffed with wads of cotton that were secured in place with scarves. They were guided down a secret corridor to an exit at the rear of the Hip Hop Club where a van awaited them. The swaying, teetering girls were helped inside the vehicle and pulled down onto a large mattress, then ether rags were clamped over their faces by two bunny-suited Hip Hop girls as the cargo doors were shut, Rita and Jayde got in up front and the van roared to life and rumbled off into the night.
In their last lucid moments before succumbing to the anesthetic Trix and Eth realized to their horror that they weren't going wild tonight, they were simply gone.
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