Sorry it takes some time to develop. I have a lot going on at the moment.
PART 2:
Lupita made the first move. As Michelle was keeping an eye on the two girls in front of her, she suffenly felt a pair of arms wrapping around her from behind. She grabbed one of the arms, but there was little she could do. Lupita was too strong. “Please, whatever you want from us,” Michelle whined. “Oh, there’s no doubt I can have whatever I want from you. You just be a good girl and let us take it. Or not, feisty is fun, too,” Lupita laughed.
Clara wanted no part of this, but it was too late; if she didn’t want this to end badly for Lupita and her, she’d have to play along. She approached Amalia, who rasied her hand to take a swing at her. “Not a smart move, Chica,” Clara laughed, as she caught the goth girl’s hand and responded with a knee to the crotch. Amalia moaned as Clara held her up against a wall. She wanted to let her go, but then she’d suffer the wrath of the Aquanet Mafia instead of this poor innocent girl. And she’d be out of the gang and unable to protect Lupita, or help her make better decisions. Instead, she found her holding this young woman against a brick wall, telling her, “Settle down now, and it will go better for you.” Amalia, still reeling from being kneed in the crotch, responded with a nearly imperceptible whine.
“Hold her still while I get those boots off her, I don’t want to get kicked with those!” Alma growled at Lupita. “They look expensive,” Lupita mused, tightening her grip on the struggling girl. “I wouldn’t wear them, would you?” “Nah,” Alma responded as she pulled the boots from Michelle’s feet revealing her pink socks. She tossed the boots aside, “Now let’s see what other secret’s your hiding.” “Please, let me—let us go.” Michelle responded. “Fat chance,” Lupita laughed, “sorta like your friend over there.” With Michelle’s pink-socked feet creating less of a kicking hazard, Alma knelt on the ground in front of her and grabbed her short skirt with both hands. Sliding it down slowly, she revealed a pair of pink panties with a rose print on them. “Ohh, this girl like pink? Who woulda thinked it?” “Rhyming’s not your thing,” Lupita laughed, “keep your day job.” Having pulled the skirt all of the way off and tossed it aside, Alma poked at the public mound in front of her. “Seems like quite a bush she must have in there. But now, let’s see if the top matches.”
Lupita pulled back Michelle’s arms as Alma pulled the black skull tank-top up over her head. With a sharp tug, she managed to rip the shoulder straps that bound it to her restrained arms. “Well, well. A matching bra. We can’t say these girls don’t try to have some fashion sense. They just fail.” “How cute,” Lupita grinned looking right at Michelle. “Tell you what, you behave and do what you’re told until we’re done with you, all I’ll let you leave her with your adorable pink rosy underwear. OK?”
Against the wall, Amalia struggled. “You don’t want to do this; you have no chance,” Clara warned her.
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