It was clear that this man was a part of some sort of biker gang or biker group or something that Sharon didn't understand. But the idea of a bunch of sweaty, drunk bikers using her like a piece of meat immediately began to heat up her box in anticipation.

"Lead the way," Barb replied.

The man walked up to the front door of the tattoo shop and flipped the close sign around and locked the door. He then led the two women to the side door he had entered from and lead them into the liquor store where he did the same thing. Finally, he stepped behind the register...