At the club

John, Cameron, Casey, and her four kids arrived at the club within about 20 minutes, after an uneventful ride. John and Sarah were happy about this because eventful, in Casey's case, probably meant a pre-club fuck, or atleast a pre-club tease. Casey worked her way up to the front of the limo from the back seat, bending over so John got a good view up her skirt. "Stay here." Casey said to Sarah. "Got it." Sarah responded, sounding about as happy and calm as a bear that was repetitively poked with a stick, which wasn't far off. "You seem tense, you could use a massage, and what type of person would I be not to give you one." Casey said as she started rubbing her female captive's shoulders. "Why are you doing this?" Sarah asked, trying her best not to let the robot's skilled hands ease her muscles. "Because," Casey said leaning in to whisper into Sarah's ear, "I find it's much easier to make you stay by knocking you out, than by simply bringing your son in with me, and if I make it look like I did it through the massage, when I use the real method later, your son won't expect it." Casey said as she started to hum into her ear.

The frequency and pitch being used was one some researchers stumbled upon while trying to find one that would cause agression in people, but ended up finding ones that caused eveything from confusion, to lust, to the current one, orgasms. This pitch was able to be altered to make the victim start to get wet, to an orgasm of ****, as well as bringing someone to the brink of cumming on that same range. Sarah was getting the "Oh my god, screaming in pleasure, knocked ****, not waking up for several hours" orgasm, which took atleast a minute to get the desired result. While this was happening, one of Casey's daughters quickly sat on John's lapped and kissed him for the entire time, to stop him from trying to help his mother. Once the nympho Terminator was finished, the hybrid on John's lap got off, and sat down next to him. "Good work." Casey said as she moved back to the rear of the limo, past the slightly dazed general.

Casey's two sons left the limo first, and with alittle prodding, John followed, snapping out of his trance. Casey's two daughters followed him, and Cameron and Casey took up the rear. "So how exactly is this working?" John asked. "Simple, we go in, take out the bouncer, get member cards, and then party." Casey explained as she moved over to John's right side, putting an arm around his waist, with Cameron stepping to his left and mirroring her sister, and the two female hybrids taking either side of the trio, and putting their arms around either of the future Terminator's waists. "I'm assuming the four of you are suppose to be my dates." John said, trying not to let himself get distracted by this. "Yes, we are, you're going to be a wealthy playboy, and they'll be playing your body guards." Casey said nodding to her two boys, "This means for all appearances, you'll be taking lead. Think you can handle that?" she added, with a smirk. John thought for a second, and decided it was either this, or what happened to his mom, so he said, "Sure, why not." and put his arms around the twins closest to him. They then proceeded to a very plain looking door, which lead to the entrance of the club.