"You're on the list and he wants you to follow me"

The big black security guard lifted the rope and let the girls pass, nodding to his partner that he'd be gone for a while. Leading them into the dark entrance of the club he opened a door that was marked "No Entry - Staff Only" and gestured inside. The girls looked apprehensively down the poorly lit hall and at the man holding the door.

With a smile he said, "Don't worry this is just the way to get to the VIP booths without having to deal with the club floor. I didn't think your producer friend would want you getting swept away." His charming smile relaxed the girls and they giggled before entering the hallway.

Down near the end of the fairly long hall, bass from the club music seeming to shake the walls the security guard pointed towards a red leather door with a brass plate reading "VIP treatment". The girls grabbed each other and squealed in excitement before hurriedly pushing the door open and running inside. The smiles melted from their faces as a dirty stained bed with matching chairs, peeling wallpaper and various straps and restraints greeted their eyes.

Sarah turned around to say something as a giant black hand clouted Jessie on the head sending her flying against the wall, landing **** slumped against the floor. Before she could scream the hand;