Just tell the truth, sorta.

‘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. “You don’t belong to anyone inside, what are you doing here?”

You smile back at her a bit taken aback at her question and are suddenly afraid you are in danger, “What do you mean?” You finally manage to ask, still trying to look sexy and innocent.

“What the fuck is your deal, my scanner read all of your augments the second you walked up here. I know you are one of those fuckbuddies, so who sent you here and why?”

You have no idea what say, and definitely don’t want anyone working for Sebastian to know a fuckbuddie is here, assuming he will know it is you, and can’t help but have a moment of panic. Having no better idea you finally decide ‘fuck it.’ Leaning in you whisper in her ear, “I did this to myself, you have no idea how amazing it is getting fucked like this.”

That actually seems to catch her off guard, “Wow, ok.” You can tell she talks to someone for a second before she looks back to you, “Fuck it, you are hot as hell, no prob. Go on in, have fun.”

Once inside you head for the bar. 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. Not sure how you should play this you pull out a picture of her and a 100 dollar bill and set them on the bar. “Can you tell me where I can find her she is in danger.”

She eyes the picture for about a second and answers, “There sure are a lot of you looking for that particular piece of ass. I will tell you the same thing I told all of them.” She grabs the money, stuffs it in her bra and continues, “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.”

Just then you remember what the doc said about your saliva being mildly euphoric and your mind races how you could use that to get her to talk when you spot someone that makes your heart jump in your chest. Standing by the back entrance is the man with the shotgun that was with Sebastian this morning. Seeing him can't help but make you think she might just be hiding here. You look back to the bartender to ask her more questions, but sadly your lapse of attention to her is all she needed to slip away and is now tending to her clients at the other end of the bar, obviously avoiding you. “Fuck.” Is all you can say looking around, suddenly feeling a bit lost.