"Whew feels good to leave those bitches" Locke muttered as she stretched. The punk girl laughed as she kicked a loose brick into a window, shattering it.
"Must you be so.... vulgar?" A well kept woman asked. She looked out of place in her prison suit but her hair and nails were well done and oozed 'rich style'.
"Oh blah blah miss Madam, what made you so high and mighty. This is what not getting any thing from anyone besides your rigid friends gets yah. Speaking of getting some..." Locke put an arm around Greg's neck and pulled him close, sandwitching him in her leather bound breasts, "How about you and me go some where...."
Greg was about to respond when he was pulled away by a girl clad in what looked to be new age club rave gear. "Oh no you don't shank I saw him first when he came in." Once more Greg was about to studder out a response but another figure pulled him away shouting for her turn. The father was pingballed around the women before an authoritative bark of "SHUT UP" came out and they put him to the sidewalk.
The woman in the scorched prison suit stood over him, her firey red hair and almost glowing orange eyes looked down on him before she she started to talk, holding that same stern voice. "No you gits. We all hate each other but we hate the cops more. He did us a favor so I say we.... give him maybe a couple hours leniency. " her gaze drifted over the others as she asked, "Or are your gangs so backstabby and crass as to do in someone that did you a favor cause remember, we'd be behind bars without him. So can it on the horny."
The other girls muttered and groaned but none of them made a move on Greg after that, eventually just getting a move on down the street. The scorched girl helped Greg up and took off after the others. Not knowing where else to go, Greg kept following them.
He stayed with them as they quickly broke into a building, a former clothing store of some kind, barricaded the entrances, and ended up changing into whatever was at hand if they were only in jumpsuits, though the scorched one kept hers on. While they behaved as part of some sort of 'code', the girls did tease Greg with all manner of poses, suggestive teases and 'can you help me' with zippers. This made Greg very flushed and would get a few glares from the other girls. Soon the girls were fully dressed in their own style each one differentiating from the other.
Biker punk and New Age Club girls were there, but the well kept woman had put on dress pants and a blazer, making her look more like a lawyer or office worker than a criminal. Another woman, a pretty blonde, was also done up in the fanciest clothes she could get in this store, and wore as much jewelry as she could.
Another two were a black woman wearing jeans and a tank top with some sport logo on it and an Asian woman that looked like she raided the costume section and looked more like an assassin of some kind. Next to them was another that looked like she raided the wrong section, having a patched together gothic outfit, high boots and arm length gloves. The scorched prisoner suit woman simply had gone and gotten a t-shirt and bottoms to not be nude under her clothes anymore.
The woman around him were talking among themselves for a bit, trading barbs and comments of what next before they seemed to start leaving. But before any of them could make it out of the room Greg, having lost track of basically everything shouted out "Okay no what is even happening anymore! Who are you people, what is this fucking place! My family just became fucking BIMBOS and you're acting like it's normal, none of this is normal! Some explain to me just WHAT THE FUCK Is going ON!"
His face was red by the end of it and the girls were a tad put off. One of them, the blonde looked like she was gonna tear into him but the Punk stopped her, looking over at the Assassin looking girl. "Oi... time to explain?"
She checked a watch she had picked up and calculated.