She pushed me against the stall door, flipping me around. She unzipped me and my dress fell to the floor. She smacked my ass. She unfastened my bra an... I felt her hands on my tits, groping and kneading. I kicked off my shoes and she slid my panties down. I heard two more chattering ladies come in, my face pressed to the cold metal door. She smacked me hard again. I cried out and their conversation paused. I mimed a ssshhh with my finger to my mouth and she grinned. Her hand slid between my. After some time sitting on the edge of the bed, realizing I was dressedonly in a clean pair of panties and no clothing in sight, I got up andwalked to the door, half expecting it to be locked. It wasn't. I steppedout of the room into an "efficiency apartment" just as shabby as thebedroom I'd just left.Len was sitting on the couch watching something on the television and asalways, drinking a beer and Mike was in the kitchen side of the roommaking a sandwich. Len saw me first, picked up the. But we figured we could manage. The bedroom had a double bed and a nightstand she stocked with condoms, handy wipes, tissues, and lubricant. There was an old dresser that she used for sheets and pillowcases and a closet for spare clothes.Jenny and I went downtown that night and started casing the bars. We talked to the bartenders to get an idea of who patronized their establishments. Most of them catered to the college crowd. The bartenders in the college crowd bars told us working girls were. This was a rather quiet three weeks in the annals of the Sacramento Marshal's office. Even the usual White troublemakers appeared to be walking on eggs for fear of being caught in a cross-fire. Of course, it couldn't last!Somebody decided to take advantage of the situation by robbing one of the more prosperous banks in town. A certain Mr. Butch Udall thought that he and a few of his closest friends (well, the only two other people in town who were stupid enough to listen to his wild schemes).