Dirty Moving
It had been simple, a drugged drink and the next thing she knew she was in a strange room, a decorated basement in some remote canyon of northeastern Los Angeles. Upon awakening she had found herself nude and held captive in this big room. Shortly after she awakened, two women walked in. “Hello Kerry,” one of them spoke. “My name is Abra and this is Amelia.” “Who are you? What am I doing here?” Kerry demanded. “We’re lesbians. Real dirty lesbians...