Head to the club

Your ride to the club was fairly uneventful. You pull up around the corner from the club and park your bike in a open parking space. You fall into a comfortable stride and you walk down the dark street towards the club, the clicking of your heels on the pavement and the cool night air seems to comfort you. Across the street you see a couple ‘working girls’ plying their trade. They barely give a look you way before going back to trying to entice the men cruising the street. You catch one of the patrons of the girls slow down and check you out. You look him over as well. You notice that he’s a fairly good looking guy. The realization that you are starting to find guys attractive makes you once again briefly question your sexuality. You can’t help but to give him a smile before turning your head away and continuing onward. Seconds later he continues on his way without incident.

You turn the corner and see your destination halfway down the block. The thumping beat of the music inside spills out the doors and two very imposing ork bouncers stand at the entrance. A dozen or so hookers are hanging out around the club but none close to the entrance. You even spot a couple male prostitutes as well. As you head for the entrance you notice that you are not all that different looking than these street whores. Heavy makeup, slutty clothing, high heels, all quite similar to the girls milling around on the streets here. You even notice that some of them are even armed quite well. After all, this is a dangerous world, you could see it would make these girls tricks think twice about stiffing them! You come to the realization that you could easily pass as one of them. The thought of that is kind of exciting but is that really the image you want to portray?

As you approach the club entrance You realize that the huge bounces you saw from a half block away aren’t just huge, they are massive! Even in your 7 inch heels they both still tower a good foot and a half over you and out weigh you by at least a half ton. You know better than to mess with these guys.

“Sorry babe,” One of them says as he drops his huge hand in front of you. “couples only. You have to go find yourself a date before you can enter.”

You can’t resist trying out your newly acquired feminine charms. “Would one of you gentlemen like to be my date?” You coo sweetly. You’re not sure why you just said that besides the fact that if felt naughty as hell and it made your nipples hard! Being naughty was exciting to you!

That huge hand moves forward and gropes your tits and you just bite your lip and stand there letting him. “Sorry sweet thing but I’m on duty.” He tells you as his fingers pinch one or your rock hard nipples making you gasp. “But come back around 3 in the morning and I’ll show you the time of your life!”

You retreat across the street before you get yourself into a situation you’re not too sure you want to get into, especially right there on the street. You lean against a wall and light up a cigarette blending into street whore population littering the streets.

You spend a few moments clearing your head as you stand there. ‘Ok,’ you think to yourself. ‘This is a game and this is part of the game. It’s a challenge, a puzzle.’

You stop yourself. Something just seems out of place here. You can’t quite put your finger on it. You put your cigarette to you lips and take a long drag. You tilt you head back and exhale a long thick stream of smoke into the night sky before you stop as it finally dawn on you.

“Why the hell am I smoking?” You ask yourself out loud. You experimented with it years ago but you never took it up as a habit. You realize it must be one of the behaviors from the behavioral chip you have installed. You have always thought women who smoked were sexy in a bad girl way. You smile as you think back to your actions. You have been a bad girl lately! You take a long leisurely drag off the cigarette. It’s not going to hurt you and it gives this character you’ve been building some flair. You have more important things to worry about anyway.

Getting back to the puzzle at hand. The most obvious solution is right in front of you, hire a hooker and walk into the club. You could also try slipping around the club and try to break in. That would seem a bit excessive but you could probably pull it off. You do grin as you realize a third possible way you could get into the club as you see a guy negotiating with one of the whores. Instead of spending money to get in you could actually make some!