It had seemed like a standard traffic accident at first, just a regular fender bender. Then one of the women in the red car had started mouthing off at one of the men in the car she'd hit. He'd given her a serve in reply and her companion had chipped in.
Angie and Carla had watched with amusement. They were about to move on when the police car pulled up. A born rubber-necker, Carla had insisted on staying to watch. She'd been particularly interested when the cops had breathalysed both drivers. The male driver been given the all clear, but the redhead driver copped a ticket.
Apparently the redhead had had more than one too many. She abused the cop and finished up slugging him. The final result was the cops helped the two young ladies into the police car and departed with them.
Carla turned to Angie.
"How would you like to go along to a party?" she asked.
"Love to, but what party?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I do know the address and I know the magic words that will get us in," said Carla, smiling broadly.
Angie gave her a suspicious look.
"Give," she flatly stated.
"You saw those two women the cops just pinched. They'll be tied up at the cop-shop for ages. Notice how they were dolled up for a party?"
"So?"
"I was sitting behind them in Gloria Jeans while they were talking. A friend of theirs was getting them to go to a party because she couldn't make it. I remember the address. All we have to do is rock up and say Sandra sent us, and we're in."
"What sort of party is it?" asked Angie.
"Don't know," admitted Carla, "but does it matter? If we don't like it we can leave. Are you game?"
Angie considered the matter. On one hand there was a party that they could always leave. On the other hand, nothing interesting. She shrugged.
"Why not?"
Carla looked up the address in her street directory and the girls were quickly on their way, eventually arriving at a large, well lit place.
"Bit above the normal sort of place we party at," observed Angie.
"True, but people are people, no matter what. We're both nicely dressed. We'll fit right in. Let's go."
"Good evening," said Carla, smiling, when the door was answered. "I'm Carla and this is Angie. Sandra asked us to come along as she can't make it."
The man nodded.
"She warned us that she might have to have someone fill in," he said, "but I was expecting someone slightly older. No offence, but I trust the two of you do have proof of age?"
"No offence taken. It's always nice when someone knocks a few years off our age," purred Carla. "Yes, we both have id."
After checking the id the man nodded.
"Okay. Come through this way."
He led them through the house and into an extensive yard. More a well landscaped park than a yard, thought Angie, looking around.
"If you care to wait here," they were told, "things will begin shortly. Actually, if you wait outside that window over there you can hear the gentlemen being given their instructions. Then you'll know exactly when they're coming out."
Watching the man return inside, Carla and Angie looked at each other. Carla shrugged.
"Let's go listen," she said.
The girls crossed over to the window. It was slightly open and they could hear a low buzz of voices. There appeared to be half a dozen men in the room. They'd only been waiting a minute when there was a tapping sound and the voices died away.
"All right, gentlemen," a voice announced. "Sandra had sent a couple of nice young ladies over so the competition can begin. Tonight we are having a rape night. The first man to catch one of the girls has her, but only the first man. To lend some realism to this, the girls have been promised a large bonus if they can make it through to midnight without getting caught and screwed.
The bonus is big enough that the girls will do whatever it takes to keep their panties on. We're giving the girls ten minutes to make themselves scarce, and after that, good hunting."
"Carla, we've got to get out of here," said Angie.
"You're fucking telling me," gasped Carla. "Come on."
The two girls dashed along the side of the house to find a tall gate. Locked. One look was enough to tell them that their chances of climbing it were slim. Back to the other side of the house, where they found a similar situation.
"Why don't we knock on the door and explain?" wailed Angie.
"And what if whoever answers the door is taking part and promptly jumps one of us?" replied Carla. "Let's see if there's a back way out. Maybe we can climb the fence."
The yard, they found was very large. It took them several minutes to find their way through to the back fence. One look and their hearts sank.
"Who the hell puts barbed wire on their fences?" asked Carla with some bitterness. "Totally uncalled for."
The sound of a banging door and male laughter came floating through the air.
"Carla, what do we do?" hissed Angie, keeping her voice low. "If they catch us they're not going to believe we're not the women they think. They think we're prostitutes."
"Hide," snapped Carla. "It's out only chance. We can't hope to avoid them by just running and dodging. Pick a spot and stay hidden."
The girls split up, heading for different bushes to hide in. Carla, in a fit of ingenuity, chose a small shrub standing in a patch of lawn. Lying down, she curled up in a ball around the trunk, the shadows effectively hiding her from sight. She would, she thought, be safe. The bush looked too small for anyone to hide behind.
Angie, meanwhile, squeezed between two larger bushes and crouched down. Hopefully no-one would see her there.
