you had been best friends with Melissa Hardy since kindergarten, sharing countless memories and experiences together.

But as time went on, everything changed. She joined a gang, and her transformation was complete. Once kind and gentle, she was now an arrogant, hot-headed member of a feared group.

You hadn't seen her in two years, so you were shocked when you found yourself cornered in an alley by her and two of her goons. Her hair was still green, and her eyes were just as fierce as ever.

"Long time, no see,"

she said, her words laced with cold

"You sure have been avoiding me lately,"

Melissa sneered, her eyes glinting with annoyance as she looked you up and down. Her goons stood behind her, their presence a silent intimidation tactic.

"Don't think I haven't noticed that.."

she continued, taking a step closer to you, her body language dominant and aggressive.

"Well, you know how it is," Melissa said with a shrug, her voice still cold as ice. "I've been busy." She took another step closer, her goons flanking her on either side. You could feel your heart racing in your chest. "So what do you think? Want to join us?" she asked, her voice almost taunting now.

"You know you want to," she continued, closing the distance between you even further until she was mere inches away. Her breath tickled your cheek as she spoke.

"What?" Melissa exclaimed, her voice raising slightly. "You're telling me you don't want to be part of something bigger than yourself? Part of the most feared gang in this city?" She took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest, studying your reaction.

Her goons shifted nervously behind her, their hands hovering near their weapons. Melissa noticed this and glared at them before turning back to you. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "

"I guess I'll just have to make sure you regret that decision," Melissa growled, her voice low and dangerous. Before you could react, she lunged forward and pressed her lips roughly against yours. Startled by the sudden attack, your hands flew up to push her away but were swiftly pinned above your head by one of the goons.

As Melissa continued to kiss you fiercely, she let out a low moan into your mouth, her tongue dancing with yours.

Melissa growled low in her throat as she felt your lips move against hers. Her tongue slid between yours, exploring every crevice and corner of your mouth. One hand tangled itself into your hair, holding you still while the other gripped your shirt roughly, bunching it up underneath your chin. She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she kissed you harder, deeper.

Her goons remained silent, watching with dark eyes as their leader took what she wanted from her former friend.

As the kiss went on, Melissa's tongue began to move more roughly against yours, seeking dominance. Her free hand slipped down your chest, feeling the warmth of your skin through your shirt as it moved lower, closer and closer to where she wanted to touch. She moaned into your mouth, her body pressed tightly against yours as she reveled in this newfound power over you.

Her goons remained silent, their eyes never leaving the intense scene unfolding before them.

Melissa smiled against your lips when she felt you looking down at her hand. She paused for a moment, savoring the feel of her fingers brushing against bare skin. Then, with a growl of pleasure, she lowered herself slightly and nipped playfully at your lower lip before sliding her hand further downward.

Her goons shifted uncomfortably again, their eyes darting between Melissa and you as they tried to ignore the growing tension in the alley.

As her hand reached its target, Melissa gripped you tightly through your pants, feeling your arousal beneath her fingers. She let out a low, satisfied moan into your ear before pulling away slightly to meet your shocked gaze. "See?" she hissed. "You belong to me now." With that, she pushed you roughly against the brick wall and claimed your mouth once more, her tongue dueling with yours as she ground her hips against your crotch in a taunting motion.

"Shut up," she growled into your mouth, nipping at your lower lip again. Her free hand reached around to grip the back of your neck, holding you still as she took what she wanted. "This is what happens when you say no to me." She thrust her hips harder against you, grinding against your aching erection through your pants.

Her goons exchanged glances, uncomfortable with the display of dominance but unable to look away from their leader and her prize.

Melissa pulled away with a satisfied smirk, resting her forehead against yours. "That's better," she purred. "Now come on, we've got other business to attend to." She grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you out of the alley, ignoring your protests as she marched you through the city streets. Her goons followed close behind, their presence a constant reminder that you were no longer safe from Melissa or her gang.

Melissa glanced over her shoulder at you, eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't make me make this harder than it has to be," she growled, tightening her grip on your arm. Her nails dug into your skin, drawing blood as a warning of what could happen if you disobeyed.

Her goons remained silent but tense, ready for anything as they continued to follow close behind.