The girls hand over the goods

"That was..." Holly starts.

"Terrifying."

"I was going to say extremely gross, but yes, terrifying is also correct." Holly nods, giving Leah a quick squeeze. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Leah gulps, and nods, "Let's just get this thing out of my tits and drink till we forget about all that."

Still fairly shaken, the girls slip through another set of doors. Cautiously, Holly peeks around, but no one is watching as they head into the club proper. The place is dark and crammed, with writhing bodies and joyful cries all around. Lights in the entire visible spectrum - and several others - pulse constantly, and the music is a pounding, bassy thrum.

"Okay, well, totally worth it." She gives Leah a shaky grin, and Leah squeezes arm.

"Yeah! It'll - it'll be fun!" She nods, doing her best to appear eager. She has to admit, the light and sound is a bit overwhelming, as are the sheer number of people. But now that they are safely inside, she feels a growing sense of excitement. "We can find their guy in the jacket and get on with our night. Oh and I need to wash the lizard spit off my boobs."

"All very important details. He said the guy was in a blue jacket, right?" Holly leans up on tip-toe - impressive given her heels - and peers around for the man of the moment. "I can't see... light blue? Dark blue? Could we ask them to turn on the lights?"

"Oh yeah great idea." Leah rolls her eyes, "We'll ask them to turn on the lights so that we can identify the smuggler or **** dealer or arms-runner who we've been asked to pass illegal material over to."

Holly raises an eyebrow, looking up at her. "Wow. Bitchy."

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm just tense!"

Holly giggles, "No, I like it! I'm messing with you."

Leah sighs, giving Holly a nudge - then her eyes light up, "Oh! Over there."

She takes Holly's hand, and sets off around the dancefloor, towards a set of darkened booths. Sitting in one, arms resting against the back of the sofa, is a sharp-featured male, sporting a blue jacket with a protective sheen that catches the lights of the club. Mostly humanoid, his brow and forehead sport a pair of dramatic and swooping crests. Catching her eye as they approach, he gives both of the girls an approving once-over, and widens his stance a little, man-spreading in greeting.

"Evening gorgeous girls. Looking to spice up your party-going? I can help with that, one way or another." He grins, beckoning them closer.

Leah and Holly exchange a look.

"Careful," Holly murmurs as they arrive before him, "If you roll your eyes much more they'll get sore."

"Come sit with me ladies, tell me what Spike can do for you." He raises his brows, the crests pointing up fiercely.

"Spike?" Holly giggles, stopping short of rolling her eyes. "Scoot up then." She nods at the sofa, which he dominates the centre of.

"Not enough room for those fat little asses? My bad. But I'm pretty comfortable, why don't you take a seat either side." He winks, nodding left and right.

"Let's just get this over with." Leah sighs, and Spike's grin grows wider at her seeming resistance.

Reluctantly, the girls settle onto the sofa, on either side of their new friend. Leah keeps herself a little distant, legs crossed and arms folded. Holly makes herself more comfortable, kicking off her heels and drawing her bare legs up onto the sofa, though she stops short of leaning into Spike.

"It's actually what we can do for you, buddy." Holly smiles slyly. Reaching over him, she deftly slips thumb and forefinger between Leah's pillowy cleavage, fishing out the slim vial. Leah blushes furiously, trying her best to look at Holly reproachfully, but unable to entirely supress a small quiver of her lips.

"Really?"

"I'm not complaining." Spike grins. Holly supports herself with hand on his thigh as she leans forward, showing off the vial. Spike's eyes travel slowly from her own cleavage to the cynlinder.

"We were, uh, asked to hand this over to you." Leah begins, turning inward a little, her knee bumping against Spike's, sending a jolt up her thigh. She flashes a quick glare at Holly, who responds while Spike's attention is diverted by the vial, with a mouthed So? He's cute.

He is, actually. Leah has to admit.

A moment later she feels his idle hand slide around her waist, and watches as the other settles with a handful of Holly's ass.

She meets Holly's eyes again, and her blush deepens as Holly sticks her tongue out at her.

"Very very nice indeed girls. I've been waiting for this, and to be honest, I've been seriously bored waiting." He looks from one to the other, giving them another rundown with his eyes. "So I could do with a bit of fun, and you two deserve some too, for being such good girls and bringing me this. What do you think about trying some new product with me, and having a little party?"

The girls trade another look. Holly has a growing blush of her own, but looks quite happy with the feeling of the dealer's grip on her bum. Leah bites her lip softly, unable to deny the exciting feeling of the man's confidence, the casual ownership he displays, and the prospect of a little chemical fun...