Why not.

You climb into the passenger seat and he hops in and races off into the night. “We should get there in about a half an hour.” He looks over at you and gives you his little smirk and unzips his pants. Sadly you don’t even say a word as you get situated and bend over and gulp down his cock sucking it slowly and deeply till you hear his car finally stop. You then speed it up and he grabs the back of your head and fucks your throat till he blasts down into your stomach. You keep sucking and milk every last drop of his nice warm cum rationalizing you don’t want to mess your clothes. “We are here.” He states satisfied and tucks himself back in and climbs out of the car. “Do you know what the person you are looking for looks like?”

“I have her picture and name we should be able to find her easily.” As you climb out of the car you hear the driving beat of club music and see a line stretching down the block to get in. “Great any good ideas how to get in without waiting in line?”

“No problem just stick on me.” He extends his elbow to you and you take it and walk in swooning on his arm like a lovesick schoolgirl. 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. As you get up to the door you see the bouncer, 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. “Sebastian and friend.” He simply states as if he had a reservation and smiles at her.

She obviously calls to someone on her communicator before responding, “Of course sir have a wonderful evening.” The two of you stroll in and you admit you are impressed.

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. 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 looks the two of you over and eyes the picture for about a second and answers, “She and her friends used to come in here all the time but I don’t know her name and I haven’t seen her or her friends in quite some time.”

“She is lying I saw her eyes dart to the dance floor every time she or you mentioned her name, the girl is here on the dance floor.”

The bartender looks shocked and you see Sebastian smile as he turns to follow her gaze to the girl. You quickly scan the area he is looking and see 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. You look at Sebastian as you realize what he is thinking and simply state, “Yeah you are right that is her.”

“Thank you.” He states coldly and draws his massive pistol.