The Girl Next Door

Hey everyone, here's part 2 of my story The Girl Next Door. If you're looking for some lewd hot sex scenes between two girls getting it on, sorry this doesn't contain any of that. But I promise, upcoming chapters will contain some hot and heavy sex scenes. I'm just building up to it. This is a continuation of the previous part. All characters involved in sex scenes are of the legal age of consent which is 18 in the USA. This story is protected under copyright law. And please let me know what you think of it in the comment section below. Your feedback is tremendously helpful.

Chapter 2

Gracie's POV

I ruined everything. Why did I have to push things? She was entirely disgusted with me. I lost her. I lost my best friend for good this time. What am I going to do?

I guess there's only one thing I can do. This life doesn't matter. It's time to let it die. Gabs was the only thing that really made it worth it. And I ruined that. This fake life I've been living... It's time to forget it. It's time to let it go. I'm done. No more pretending. No more high school or cheerleading. I'm done!

I head to my closet and dig through the load of crap before I find my black duffle bag. I toss on the bed.

I slam my fist into the wall. Why the fuck do I have to be so stupid! She was my one true friend and I always seem to push her away. I thought things were going great. As my confession left my lips, she looked so...

I guess I don't really know how she felt, I just went right in for the kiss. I didn't even give her time to think and now she wants nothing to do with me. She's disgusted with me. I should've known. Her parents would've never let her be with me anyways. I hate this life.

I climb to my feet, head over to my bed, grab my duffle bag, and leave.

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I park my car on the side of the road in the worst part of town. The only people who hang out here are up to no good. These apartment complexes are for those who have nothing else in life. Or criminals who don't want to be bothered. As I walk up to the dark alleyway between buildings, a man in wife-beater eyes me up and down. "Hey, sweet thing, where ya heading? Why don't you come with me and I'll show you a good time."

"Piss off," I snap at him as I continue into the dark alley.

"Hey you better watch your mouth or I'll have to break a few of those pretty teeth to teach you a lesson." As soon as the darkness covers me, I dash behind the dumpster and open my duffle bag as the smell of something nasty hits my nose.

"Did you hear me, bitch?" the man asks as he follows me into the alley. I open the bag and pull out the tiger print mask and slip it on. I was hoping for some fuckhead to take my anger out on. I hear his footsteps getting closer, but before he can take another step I spring out above the trash can and push off the wall as my fist connects with his face. The man falls like a pillar being toppled. That was way too easy. He never even realized what hit him. I grab my duffle bag and pull out my sticky grappler and use it to climb to the rooftop. After I change into the rest of my black outfit, I hide my duffle bag and take a look down into the alleyways.

The alleyways are where most of the crimes are committed. I linger on the rooftop and circle around the building, searching through all the alleys. Nothing so far. Luckily there are so many apartment buildings stacked up. I take a running start and use the rail guard to spring myself over the gap and land on the next building. I could've been a little quieter. Fuck.

I circle the building until I find... Bingo. As the cops like to say, assault in progress. Using the sticky grappler I acquired at the same place that unknowingly gave me these abilities, I sling down quietly and drop down behind the two douchebags ganging up to take on just one guy.

"Hey, assholes. You're a bunch of cowards. Two on one, yeah that's really a fair fight. Try that on me."

One doesn't pay me any attention as he continues beating the other guy. The other guy has a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What is this? Cut the act kid and get..."

My foot connects with his jaw before he can even finish his sentence. I use my sticky grabbler to pull the other guy into my fist. The crunching sound of my fist breaking his nose makes me shudder a little inside. Although, you know what? Fuck him. This guy deserves a broken nose for being a dirtbag.

I use my sticky grapple to pull me back up on the roof. I'm on the next roof before anyone knows any better. I can't get over how mad I am right now. I'm so fucking pissed at myself. I knew I should have taken things slow. I should've held off. I don't even care if she feels the same way about me. I just want my best friend back into my life. Things have been so hard lately. Ever since my mother and sister were murdered, I... I feel empty inside. I just... I wish the pain would end. I wish more than anything to see them again. But then when I gave Gabs a ride to school this morning, I began to feel something. I felt joy for the first time in months.

For the longest time, I've been trying to hold everything together. I've been trying to stay strong. I go to school, put a fake smile on my face, and do my best to be like my sister. She was always the one with the smile. The one who brought joy into people's lives. I tried to be like that, but I can't do it anymore. Not after today. I can no longer put a fake smile on when I feel so dead inside. I'm done being that girl. Gracie Murray is dead. I'm the Tigress from now on and I'm going to find the people responsible for killing my mother and sister even if it cost me my own life.

I circle the roof until I find out the alley's are empty. Leaping to the next building. I discover it's the same as the last. Just two men talking. "How much?" a rough voice asks.

"Usually these skittles go for over 100 grand a piece at the black house. But I'm giving you a deal. 20k," the man says. What kind of drugs sell for over a hundred grand? I don't even know how much regular drugs go for. Skittles... What the hell even is that?

I bet these skittles don't taste like the rainbow. Although, the rainbow is probably not the only thing you'll be seeing on these drugs. 100 grand is probably a pound or something.

"Where is the blackhouse at?" the man asks.

"Dude, I'm telling you, I can get you a skittle for 20k. Don't go to the Blackhouse. They're overpriced," the guy with a smoother voice says.

"I'll take your offer, but I just want to check the place out for myself," the other man says.

"Fine..." I listen closely as he tells the man the address for this Blackhouse.

"Oh, the old theme park warehouses?" He nods.

Thanks. I'll have to check out this Blackhouse for myself and put an end to these assholes.

After I get back to my car, I head over to

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The Blackhouse

Wow... These warehouses are huge. Almost all identical. I park my car next to a bunch of others and sling up to the rooftops. It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out which warehouse the man in the alley was talking about. The traffic in and out of this place all goes to the same warehouse.

I sling over to the rooftop next to it. Shit... Guards are surrounding it. Now what? I could try to take them out, but they're armed.

I look over the building. An open window. I can't get inside that way. Using my sticky grappler I swing underneath the window and climb up it. Peering through, it's clearly an office. Luckily no one's inside. As quietly as possible, I slide through the window. My heart is pounding so loud, I'm surprised no one else can hear it.

As I step inside, I dip down to the floor. The office is in an overhang looking out onto the rest of the warehouse. I subtly peer out the window to see that the warehouse is decorated like a bar with a stage. The place is pretty packed.

A man walks onto the stage and greets the crowd. He's dressed in a tux. They're all dressed in formal wear and wearing masquerade masks. "Without further wait, let's get the auction started."

Another man walks out holding a leash to a girl about my age, who's collared and bound. Holy shit! They... they're auctioning off people. What the fuck! This can't be real...

The girl has a look of horror on her face as the men and women bid on her. I have to do something. I can't let them get away with this. I quickly look around and look at my options. I could shut off the power. I could call the cops. Fuck, I don't even have my phone. I wish I had a way to contact Nightshade and Starlight. They're the only heroes that I'm aware of in Orlando.

It feels like a bunch of needles are poking every inch of my body. Shit. Someone's on they're way up. I need to hide. Where?

I quickly leap out the window and hang onto the sticky rope. "I swore I heard something up here," says a guy with a smooth voice.

"I'm sure it's nothing," says a woman. I peer through the window to see them grab something off the table. They're both wearing nice clothes. I can't help but envy the woman's dress. Black, tight-fitting, with a slit to show off her thigh. They also have masks on.

"Alright, I got the file," the woman says as they both walk out.

I creep back into the office and peer out the window. A woman waves her paddle. "Sold!" the auctioneer says. Oh my god. No. I have to do something. The girl is in tears as she pleads with the man.

There must be a way to stop this. I have to save her. There's a power breaker on the wall over there. Well... It's now or never. Come on Gracie, time to buck up or shut up. I open the power breaker and turn off everything. The power goes out and blackouts everything. Rush out the door and sling to the rafters. Men with flashlights rush up the stairs to the office as everyone else scrambles around and chatter erupts. I have an idea. Time for some massive diversions. I sling my sticky rope at a crate and hurl it against a guard and knock him out. I start grabbing everything I can and tossing it at the guards. Everyone panics and no one seems to know what the hell is going on.

Argh! What the hell? It feels like there's some massive weight pressing against my head. "Look! On the ceiling," a woman yells.

My skin feels like it's getting stabbed by a thousand needles as I leap and sling to another rafter as gunfire echoes through the room. I continue to move as they fire, jumping from rafter to rafter. I manage to zip a chair at a guard. I continue to hurl shit as I jump from rafter to raft, hitting several guards. As I swing in midair, a bullet tears through my sticky rope, sending me falling to the ground. Fortunately, several people are there to break my fall.

A guy bigger than a mountain with long dark hair and even darker eyes steps up to me. He's in a black shirt with black pants. I wind up and slam my fist in his stomach. A crunch vibrates through my body as pain erupts from my hand. Fuck me! It's like punching steel. Suddenly, I go flying through the aid crash into a table and chairs just from a backhanded blow.

The room is spinning as I open my eyes. The mountain walks above me. I can barely make out the backside of his hand before everything goes dark...

Chapter 3

Gabriela's POV

Why am I so stupid? I had to ruin everything. She's my only friend and now she wants nothing to do with me. I feel so sick. I stand outside Gracie's house unable to move. I should go back. I should talk to her. Tell her how I feel. Although, I don't know how I feel. It was all just so sudden. She didn't give me any time to process all of it. I'm so confused.

After taking a deep breath, I finally find the strength to move. Walking back home, I see my brother's car in the driveway. Santiago's home! I sneak inside and head straight to his room. I softly knock on his door. "Yeah?" His sweet voice asks.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Gabby?"

I open the door to see my brother sitting at his desk, reading a textbook. His dark black hair is a mess and his eyes look a little bloodshot. "Hey..."

"Is everything okay? I thought mom said you were spending the weekend at Gracie's?"

"I... I screwed up..." It's as if the dam broke and the tears fell down like a flood.

"Hey, it's okay," he says, rushing up as he pulls me into his arms. "Everything's going to be okay. Just tell me what happened."

"I... I pushed her away. Everything was going good. Gracie and I were finally back together, hanging out again," Snot drips out of my nose as I sniffle while the tears rain down. "I screw it all up."

"It's okay. You can still fix it. You two have been friends for as long as I can remember. Just try to explain it to me," he says as he guides me over to his bed. He quickly shuts the door and sits down next to me.

"We were... We were in bed and she... She pulled me into her arms and... Then she told me... She told me she was in love with me. Then she kissed me. I... I panicked and I pushed her away. I don't know why I did that. I think I'm in love with her. I don't want to lose her."

He gently rubs my back and then pulls me back into his arms. "It's going to be okay. You just have to talk to her. Tell her how you feel."

I look up to him. "What if... What if mom and dad find out? They'll... They'll hate me."

"They'll never hate you. Mom and dad... They just don't quite understand. Let me deal with mom and dad. Tomorrow morning, go over to Gracie's and explain to her how you feel. She'll understand. Trust me."

"I'm so glad you're here. Thank you. I really needed this," I say, wiping my eyes.

"Of course. Hey, I know what will cheer you up. I saw this video of Starlight and Nightblade. Have you seen it," he says as he pulls out his phone and searches through it. He then shows me the video.

"Santiago, that video is over a week old..." I laugh.

"Oh... Well it made you laugh, so I successfully cheered you up, didn't I?" he says with a cheesy grin. I can't help but giggle. "Have you seen any new superhero videos?"

"I take it you haven't been watching my vlog?" I ask.

"I uhh... Well... you see, I... No."

"Maybe if you tuned in you'd see all the new hero videos out."

"I still can't believe the most socially awkward person I know hosts a video blog. You're a contradiction, you know that?" he laughs. "So, what new superheroes should I watch out for?"

"Oh my god, there's this new hero called Tigress. She's become my new favorite!" I say as the excitement rushes through my veins.

"Really? What makes her so good?" he asks.

I grab his phone and pull up my blog and show him the clip from this morning. "Okay, yeah she's pretty cool, taking on 5 guys by herself, that's... that's definitely impressive."

"I know, right?"

"So did she finally knock Starlight off your pedestal?" he asks.

"I mean, it's really hard to say. Starlight is just a beacon of hope, you know? Where Tigress is just wicked cool. I love her costume. Of course, Starlight's costume is pretty inspiring. I'd say it's a tie. What about you? Titan still your favorite?" I ask.

"Of course. Nothing's going to change that. He's the hero we don't deserve."

"Where's he been? I haven't seen a video of him in a long time. Ever since the Battle of LA, he's vanished."

"He comes when he's needed."

"Have you seen the world lately?" I ask. "If there was ever a need for a superhero like Titan, it's right now."

"Thank you for this, I really needed it. I'm going to go talk to her tomorrow and explain everything."

Chapter 4

Gracie's POV

"$150,000 going once. Going twice, sold to the woman with the number 15 paddle," a man says. The darkness starts to fade away, but everything is still blurry. Fuck, what's going on? My head is throbbing. Where am I? I try to move, but my hands and ankles are bound by these metal cuffs attached to a metal bar. Oh my god, what if they saw my identity?

"Next up is the last item of the auction and a new addition. Once again, we apologize for the disruption, but we've captured the culprit and now we will be auctioning her off, and we haven't removed the mask I might add, so no one has seen her real identity. That privilege will be for the winner," the man says as everything becomes clear. Oh my god! The warehouse. People being sold.

As the blur in my vision dissipates, I watch as a collared woman in tears is dragged off the stage. Two big burly men grab me and pull me up to my feet. They drag me on the stage and toss me on the floor in front of everyone. This can't be happening...

My heart feels like it's going to rip through my chest. I have to break through these bindings. I can't let this happen. I'm not going to be sold like some kind of cattle.

"We'll start the bidding at $50,000," the man says. Instantly almost every paddle goes up. "$60,000. $70,000. $100,000."

"One million dollars!" A big fat lard of a man says as he looks at me with such a possessive and disgusting stare. He licks his lips making my skin crawl. He makes me want to throw up.

"1.5 million," A woman in a gorgeous black dress says. Her hair is elegantly done up in a bun. Her mask covers her eyes, but her scarlet red lips are visible. She bites her bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine.

"2 million," the man growls. Please, this can't be happening. I'm not going to be anyone's slave, especially this man. I'd rather die.

"5 million," the woman says, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

"10 million," the fat ugly, bald man says. The room goes silent.

"10 million, going once," Please god. Don't let this happen. Especially not him. I have to break free from this. The metal of the cuff's cut into my skin and I can feel blood trickle down as I desperately try to free myself. I have to escape. I will not be anyone's slave. "Going twice."

"20 million," the woman says to the surprise of the bald man. He slams his fist down in anger.

"20 million, going once. Going twice. Sold to the woman with the number 15 paddle," the man says.

The woman looks at me licking her lips. My body quivers, but for some odd reason, a sense of relief falls over me. The men grab my arms and drag me to the back room where the mountain is standing.

They throw me into a cage. There are at least 20 other cages filled with women and even some men. This can't be real. What's going to happen next?

I hear the clapping of heels, looking up I see the woman who bought me walk over to me. "Mmmhmmm, you're going to make me very happy. So much potential. I'm going to mold you into the perfect pet."

Suddenly, it feels like a weight is being pressed against my head. So much pressure. I look up to the woman and there's a glint in her eyes. Tears begin to roll down my eyes. I have to get out of here. There must be a way.

"No, darling. There will be no escape for you. You're mine now." Her words are like ice, sending a chill down my spine.

To Be Continued

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