Her friends break up the party.

As you suck her long tongue she kneads your breasts and grabs your ass holding you close to her you hear the door click open and realize the truth. She was just stalling for time. You push her head away from yours and try to toss her off of you and realize she is far stronger than she looks. However you were built for combat, you clamp your cybernetic hand around her throat and cut off the blood flow to her head.

Then you see her friends, the first one in the room is a female 5’6” clad from neck to ankle to wrist in a black rubber suit with spikes around her wrists, neck, ankles, and running down the sides of her arms and legs as well as down her spine. She also wears a rubber hood covering all but her mouth, bright red lipstick and nail polish, and a deep purple ball gag in her mouth. She walks like a cat on all fours, her arms even seeming a bit elongated but her hands and feet are bare and she appears unarmed other than her long finger and toe nails being slightly longer than normal and possibly reinforced.

The second to enter is a beautiful woman with a shoulder length bob cut bright blue hair and deep tan skin. She wears a yellow shimmering slightly metallic small bikini top over her perfect d cup breasts. Her body is a thing of perfection with the long lean form of a supermodel standing 5’9” tall and towering even taller on her 5” heel tiny golden open toe sandals. The only other thing she wears is a small blue tight skirt that reveals the strap of her shiny bikini bottom that matches her top. She carries a huge revolver that your data link tells you is a .666 cal hellbore super magnum indicating her arm is reinforced cybernetic or the recoil would tear her hand from her body.

The third person that walks in to challenge you is another statuesque beauty standing just under 5’7” but is just as tall as her friend with her black 8” stiletto heel sandals with large 4” platforms and straps tying just under her knees. She is obviously of Japanese heritage with long flowing black hair. She wears long skin tight black pants with wide open bottoms that only barely reveal her pink toenail polish. Her top is basically two straps of black cloth that start at pants 5” wide meeting just below her navel and stretching up her body over her breasts getting steadily smaller as they rise meeting as a strap behind her neck. She has a tattoo of a black cross partially visible on her chest and a sword down her spine with a snake coiling up it with the head hissing at the pommel. She carries a smallish sub machine gun your display indicates is a .32 cal whisper, a completely silent but relatively low power high fire rate weapon. Odd you think, it is almost too weak to penetrate any body armor.

The last to appear not even able to enter the now crowded bathroom is yet another near supermodel. She stands tallest at 5’9” and is perched towering above the others on a pair of 7” heel thigh high boots, the bottom of which are made to look like hooves and her legs appear to have another joint in them to bend back like a horse. She is clad in a tight black rubber bodysuit cut down to the navel and with open arms. She has a fiery red mane of hair that falls to just above her ass and carries an **** rifle your display tells you is a 7.62 cal AK-47 inspired Bulgarian weapon modified to fire ultra high velocity titanium core caseless rounds capable of penetrating even light vehicle armor. She chomps down on a shining silver bit gag basically confirming they are all clearly speaking together on cyber comms.

You hold out Misty’s **** form as her struggles subside as tears well up in her eyes and she begins to pass out from your hold. Drawing your sword with your left hand, knowing you can’t fire your gun with your meat arm safely, and point it at her new friends. Her tail still struggles coiling around your waist and she clutches and claws at your hands weakly. “Try nothing stupid or I snap her neck.” You call out a bluff knowing full well you don’t get paid if she dies.

The blue haired beauty is the first to react pointing her massive pistol at your head, “If you do it will be your last mistake. Give her to us or I kill you.”

“Back off, I am leaving here with Misty even if I have to go through all of you to do it.”

Several moments go by with you staring coldly into the eyes of their obvious leader, neither side wanting to show weakness or give the other an opening to fire. Finally you decide to call their bluff and walk forward, “I said get back or your friend dies.” You lurch forward using your boost and thankfully you get on the lead girl and put your blade to her throat. This catches them a bit off guard and they grudgingly back down letting you exit the bathroom unmolested. You are amazed to see all of the club patrons haven’t left but are all massed to the right or on the lower floors leaving you a clear path to the exit. You find this almost too easy and look around and notice a second exit back behind the largest bar where they have some food as well as drinks.