Getting Inside

The closer you get to Pulse, the louder everything becomes.

Bass vibrates through the sidewalk hard enough that you can feel it in your chest before you even reach the entrance. Blue and purple neon lights spill across the street while groups of people crowd near the doors laughing loudly over the music.

The line stretches halfway down the block now.

Girls everywhere.

Tiny dresses.

Crop tops.

Bare skin glowing underneath neon lights.

You walk beside the guys while your eyes drift automatically across the crowd.

A brunette near the front of the line wears a tiny white dress that clings tightly against every curve of her body. The fabric hugs her waist perfectly before stretching tightly around her hips and ass while the neckline presses her chest upward enough that your eyes lock there instantly. The dress rides higher every time she shifts her weight, showing more smooth thigh underneath the club lights.

Beside her, a blonde leans against the railing in skin-tight jeans and a black corset top that squeezes tightly around her chest and waist. The top pushes her cleavage together hard enough that it’s impossible not to notice while the jeans cling closely around her hips and thighs like they were painted onto her body.

Another girl walks past wearing an oversized jersey as a dress with tiny shorts underneath. Every step makes the fabric shift slightly against the curve of her ass while her long legs disappear into white platform boots.

Jesus Christ.

“No shot we wait that long,” Chris says while looking at the line.

“We’re literally already here,” Tony says calmly.

“I’m just saying I could survive without this,” Chris says.

“No you couldn’t,” Rob says immediately.

“That’s fair,” Chris admits.

The closer you get to the entrance, the more the whole atmosphere changes.

The music gets louder.

The crowd gets tighter.

The girls somehow get hotter.

A blonde near the barricade laughs while fixing the bottom of a tiny silver dress that barely covers the tops of her thighs. The material wraps tightly around her waist and presses closely against her ass every time she shifts her hips. Thin straps rest against her shoulders while the neckline squeezes her chest together hard enough that your eyes immediately drift there before sliding lower again.

Beside her, a brunette with long dark hair checks herself in her phone camera while wearing low-rise black jeans and a tiny blue top stretched tightly around her body. The fabric clings against her chest while the jeans hug perfectly around her hips and ass every time she turns sideways laughing with her friends. The longer you look, the more your brain keeps noticing details automatically.

The curve of her waist.

The smooth shape of her stomach.

The way the top presses against her chest whenever she crosses her arms.

You feel yourself getting harder again just from standing in line surrounded by all of it.

**** definitely isn’t helping.

“You’re doing the stare thing again,” Rob says while smirking.

“I’m literally just looking around,” you answer.

“Like a horny labrador,” Chris adds.

You flip him off while laughing.

Eventually the line finally moves closer to the entrance where two massive security guards stand underneath flashing lights.

One guy gets turned away immediately for being too drunk.

“Damn,” Chris mutters quietly. “That’s terrifying.”

“You’re nowhere near that bad yet,” Tony says.

“Yet,” Rob repeats proudly.

“You are not helping,” Tony says.

A group of girls walks out of the club entrance laughing loudly while squeezing past the line.

One brunette wears tiny denim shorts with a black halter top stretched tightly around her chest while her friend beside her adjusts a tiny skirt that keeps riding up around her ass whenever she walks.

The smell of perfume drifts past you immediately.

Your brain starts wandering again.

Crowded dance floors.

Hands sliding around waists.

Girls pressing close while dancing.

Making out somewhere dark between songs.

“Empty your pockets,” one of the security guards says once your group finally reaches the front.

Everybody immediately starts pulling phones, wallets, and keys out.

The second guard pats quickly down your sides, waistband, and pockets before waving you forward toward the ID check.

Standard club security stuff.

The guard motions toward Rob next.

“You boys been drinking tonight?” the guard asks flatly.

“No,” Rob says instantly without missing a beat.

The guard stares at him for one second. Then continues:

“IDs.”

You nearly laugh while pulling your wallet out.

The guard barely even looks at Rob before taking your ID next.

For a second he studies it underneath the flashing lights before handing it back.

“You’re good,” he says.

One by one the rest of the group gets through before moving toward the cashier stand beside the entrance.

“Twenty cash,” the girl behind the counter says without looking up.

“Robbery,” Chris mutters while pulling money out.

“You spent seventy dollars on a game yesterday,” Rob says.

“That was different,” Chris argues.

“No it wasn’t,” Rob replies.

You hand over your cash while the girl snaps a neon wristband around your wrist.

One by one the rest of the group gets theirs too.

Then finally, the doors open fully in front of you.

Sound crashes into your chest instantly.

Bass.

Lights.

Heat.

Bodies moving everywhere.

The inside of Pulse glows underneath flashing blue and purple lighting while music pounds through the walls hard enough to shake the floor beneath your shoes.

Girls crowd around the bar area wearing tiny skirts, dresses, and shorts that show off smooth legs and curves underneath the neon lights while groups move between the dance floor and tables carrying drinks overhead.

One blonde near the bar wears skin-tight leather shorts and a tiny black top that pushes tightly against her busty tits every time she leans over laughing at something her friend says.

Another brunette squeezes through the crowd wearing a red dress that hugs tightly around her hips and ass while the neckline dips low enough that your eyes catch there automatically before she disappears deeper into the crowd.

A third girl dances near one of the booths wearing tiny denim shorts and a white crop top stretched closely against her body while her friend grabs her wrist laughing and pulls her toward the dance floor.

The whole place feels alive.

“Okay,” Rob says while grinning at all of you. “What’s the first move?”

“Drinks,” Chris says immediately.

“You already had drinks,” Tony replies.

“That was parking lot hydration,” Chris argues.

“We should do a lap first,” you say while looking around the club.

“Smart,” Tony agrees.

“Counterpoint,” Rob says while staring toward the dance floor. “Shots.”

You laugh quietly while looking deeper into the club again.

Girls dancing.

Bartenders pouring drinks.

Bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder underneath flashing lights.

The night finally starts now.

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STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

64/100

Intoxication:

38/100

Current Goal:

Figure out the vibe inside Pulse and find the best place to start the night.

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