Head for Inferno.

‘He couldn’t be looking for me here could he?’ Your mind wonders again for a few seconds before you feel a hand groping a bit close to your crack. You slap the biker across the face and he falls back grabbing his cheek with a stupid grin on his face.

“Ow, what the heck?” He asks as if he didn’t deserve it. “I take it that is a no then?”

“Sorry I was tempted for a minute but then I remembered I need to feed my cat.”

“I got a nice sausage I could feed into your little pussy if it is hungry.” He smiles quite pleased at his attempt at humor and you hear a couple of his friends laugh.

You look him over and decide you don’t need any more enemies, “Baby I think my pussy would eat you alive. Sorry I just don’t have the time. If you really want a ride look for me at the tattoo parlor I am usually around there every so often you can drop me a note there.” You blow him a little kiss and spin to head away. As you leave you can’t help but get a little delight at the catcalls and whistles you leave in your wake. The party outside is no less intense and it takes nearly an hour to get back to your bike. You can’t seem to get rid of the smile on your face as you think of how many times you saw people eyeing your body, something that never happens in real life, and as you feel the heat of the motorcycle against your thighs as it screams to life your mind almost begins to question what is real.

You race into the night heading for the much wealthier side of town and the club Inferno. As you pull up you hear the driving beat of club music and see a line stretching down the block to get in. You decide to try your luck at schmoozing your way past the bouncer. As you walk up you give your best wiggle and strut on your high heels and hope your look is considered as sexy here among these 21 at best trendy fashion types. Most of the girls in line are dressed to impress in their shiniest tiny skirts, belly shirts, and dancing shoes. The guys are mainly in slacks and button up g.q. getups but you thankfully see a few in all black and think your punk anti society look might just have a chance. Then you see the bouncer and your heart nearly hit’s the floor. She is a blond bombshell standing nearly 6’ tall built like a mannequin perched on 4” stiletto heels you guess cost hundreds wearing loose white capri style pants, a white bikini top, a basically transparent armored jacket nearly identical to yours, and a pair of mirrored yellow sunglasses with small rectangular lenses.

“Where do you think you are going?” She asks looking at you over the tops of her thin glasses letting them fall a bit down her nose.

‘Fuck.’ You think but try anyway, “Inside I am meeting someone here and they told me you would let me pass.” You cock your right hip to the side and rest your hand on your hip giving her your best fuck me look.

She looks you over and smiles. “You think I am just going to let a freak like you inside?”

You smile back at her lick your lips clacking your tongue stud against each ring in your lip and answer, “Actually yes because I think you want me.”

She tosses back her head and lets out a snort of a single laugh and looks back at you with a huge grin, “You are quite a piece of work aren’t you. You know what fine go in but don’t be shocked when the owner tosses you out on your pretty little ass.” As you strut past her she slaps you on the ass hard and you hear her speak into her headpiece. “Freak coming in, don’t fire me I don’t get paid enough to try to stop that much hardware just keep eyes on her.”

You feel a bit disheartened to know she was just afraid of you but you will take it. You head up the bar and as you reach the dance floor you see it is glass and you see another dance floor below it, and possibly more even below that. Not sure how you should play this you pull out a picture of her and a 100 dollar bill and set them on the bar. “Can you tell me where I can find her she is in danger.”

She eyes the picture for about a second and answers, “There sure are a lot of you looking for that particular piece of ass. I will tell you the same thing I told all of them.” She grabs the money, stuffs it in her bra and continues, “She and her friends used to come in here all the time, no I don’t know her name, no I haven’t seen her in the last three days, and no I haven’t seen her friends either.” You reach out and grab her hand lightly and crank up your tactile boost to max and sure enough you can feel her pulse.

“Do you have any idea of anyone here that might be able to find her?” Her heart rate spikes as she says no and you know she is lying. You decide tough isn’t going to work with all the security you see here and decide to try another rout. “How about the bouncer?” She shakes her head. Nothing, “The owner, surely he knows her if they are regulars?” Again the shake and nothing, “Not any of the other workers?”

She pulls her hand away and states emphatically, “I said no, now I suggest you leave or I call security.” That one did it she definitely was lying. You watch her eyes and see they flash to the right and back to you. You quickly scan the area and sure enough you see a girl dressed as a devil colored red with a long tail, horns, the works, with a box at her waist filled with long test tube like glasses full of smoking red liquid hitting up people as they dance to sell them more quick drinks.

You play it off as if you give up, “Fine I guess I will just wait a bit and see if she comes in. I guess I will have a beer while I wait.”

“Suit yourself, but you are wasting your time.”

“I am sure of that but I have to try my best.” You tip the glass to her as you stroll away seemingly in a random direction and keep your eyes on the devil girl to see if you can’t get her alone.