No time to waste.

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 half way 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. The guys are mainly in slacks and button up g.q. getups, and most of the girls in line are dressed to impress in their shiniest tiny skirts, belly shirts, and dancing shoes. 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 as her eyes settle on your package. “You think I am just going to let a freak like you inside?”

You smile back at her, lean into her so she can feel your cock against her leg, lick your lips, and give it your best shot, “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, “I have to admit it could be fun. Sure go on in.” As you strut past her she slaps you on the ass hard and you hear her speak quietly into her headpiece. “Keep an eye out, this one is packing some serious hardware, and I don’t get paid enough to try to stop someone with that much wiring.”

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. You aren’t quite sure how you should do this but to your amazement luck seems to be with you. 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 walks right up to you and flashes you a devilish smile, “Would you like to buy a shot of devil’s blood?”

You look her over and realize why no one can find Misty. She has definitely changed her looks, and isn’t simply dressed in a costume. Apparently she is only wearing a pair of knee high leather boots with 6? stiletto heels and a small 1” platform, a pair of long black also leather fingerless gloves, a black leather thong, a pair of 1” diameter gold nipple rings, matching ear rings, and a thick tongue stud. Her skin a deep bronze almost red. Factoring in her heels you figure she is about 5’7” and very slender, built like a model, with perfect c cup breasts, her hair is short and black. To finish that perfect devil look she has a cybernetic prehensile tail with a thick forked head roughly 3” across and a pair of somewhat curved horns nearly 5” long on the top of her head.

You figure luck seems to be with you and opt for the direct approach. Reaching forward you hook your right pinky finger into her left nipple ring, flash her a sexy smile and pull her to you and take her mouth in yours and kiss her deeply, dragging her toward the back door as you do. She seems so shocked she hardly resists till you hit the back wall, when she pulls away and breaks the kiss. You simply look her in the eyes and say, “I will give you $5000 to fuck you right now in the first motel we can find.”

She seems shocked at first, but as your cock rubs against her she gasps softly and gives you a reply, “I can”t leave right now my sister would kill me, but I suppose we could go into the storage room, I have a cot there if you want.”

Suddenly your conscience jumps up and bites you and you are not sure if this is right considering you are about to take her to her ****.

Fuck her?

Knock her out?

Convince her to leave with you?

Or do you have another idea?