Luscious

The air in the strip club was thick with the scent of stale perfume and impending danger. Gunshots echoed through the thin walls, sending tremors of fear through the huddled figures in the closet. Crouched low, surrounded by terrified newbies and the slightly more composed Robin, you felt a bead of sweat trace a cold path down your neck. This was no ordinary night; the club was under attack, and the sounds outside signaled a brutal takeover.

The muffled cries of the girls at your feet were a stark reminder of the innocence about to be shattered. You had to keep them quiet, keep them safe. The boss, your unreliable boss, had gotten them into this, and now it was up to you, the head girl, to see them through.

As the sounds of conflict moved further away, a tense silence fell, only to be broken by the heavy footsteps of the intruders drawing closer. Your heart hammered against your ribs as the closet door was ripped open, revealing the cold, assessing eyes of the men who had just seized control. Your world, already precarious, was about to change forever.