Inferno sounds the best.

Speeding away on your little motorcycle 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 wind whipping across your skin, your nipples begin to harden and your mind truly begins to question what is real, the hear and now, or that odd dream where you were a man working in a mall.

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. Opting not to risk pissing anyone off you decide to leave your .50 cal pistol in the compartment on your motorcycle with the shotgun, you head to the front of the line. 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, 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.

“Why, you are going to let me in silly.” You say and make your move. Not sure if the suggestive property of your saliva can work, you figure what the hell. Leaning in to her with your best seductive look, you simply grab her shirt, pull her to you, and give her kiss, slipping your tongue into her mouth as soon as you can. She fights for a second, and you feel her obviously cybernetic hand clamp your throat with enough **** to tear your head off, the suddenly she has her tongue fighting back at yours to get into your mouth, as if to try to drink you up. The crowd cheers the two of you on as she grabs your ass, picks you up and spins around slamming your back against the wall.

Finally she breaks off, locks her eyes with yours and smiles, “You are going to get me fired bitch. Here is my number, I might just have to fuck you later.” She drops you back onto your sexy heels and slaps your ass, “Go on in.” Then in a whisper, “Oh yeah, and suggestion type **** saliva only works if you make a suggestion after you hit them with it you silly little slut.”

You smile back at her lick your lips almost sucking on your tongue stud, and answer, “Heh, I just got them, sorry about that. I just didn’t want to wait in line.”

She tosses back her head and lets out a snort of a single laugh and looks at you with a huge grin, “Not to worry, I liked the taste.”

As you slink past her she slaps you on the ass hard, and you can’t help but wonder what it is about you that seems to provoke that response from everyone. Once inside you head toward the bar. As you reach the dance floor you see it is glass, with another dance floor below it, and possibly more even below that. You are not exactly sure what the best way to get someone to talk to you, and decide to play the concerned friend. Pulling out a picture of her and setting it on the bar you ask the bartender, “Hi, a friend of mine is missing. Have you seen her? I am really worried about her. I think someone is trying to kill her.”

She eyes the picture for about a second and answers, “Yeah sure you are, you and all the others so far tonight that have asked me the same question. Tell you what, I’ll give you the same info I gave them. 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 are pretty sure she is lying but as you glance about and see several security guards you decide it best not to make a commotion. Just then a horrible realization hits you, the security guards you see wondering around don’t work here, they are from the same company you hit the other night. Heading around the room to see how many guards there are here, and to see if you can spot who is leading them. You also look for anyone else the bartender might have been talking about. That is when you just about ****, letting out a little laugh. “Wow, right in front of everyone, this chick certainly has a pair.” In front of you is 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. And unless you are seeing things, it is Misty.