At a nightclub, and you go straight to the doors

Staring around you spot a long line of people in night club clothes, and a rather seedy looking place with lots of flashing lights and several large muscle-bound men guarding the entrance. Strangely there was no sign indicating a name, which you take to mean it's an exclusive place. A shiver of warmth goes through you at the thought of Jacob taking you to a special place like this.

The eyes of the bouncers lock on to you as you walk toward them and you put extra sway into your hips, immediately regretting it as you feel the skirt rise up.

Ignoring the line-ups, and not noticing the fancy restaurant across the road, you stop in front of the burlier of the men, admiring his chiselled physique. His narrowed eyes tell you how little he thinks of you, but your pussy seems to sit up and purr as he looks as you. He has that thuggish look that tells you he'd fuck you hard without a second thought to whether you liked it. You feel your pussy leak a line of lubricant down the inside of your leg like it's salivating.

"H-hi, I'm Jenny Rainwood. I think you're expecting me," you say with a smile and a wink.

The man looks you up and down, taking in the dress, collar, the numerous scratches, bruises and bites from last night's gang bang, and sneers. "I doubt it," he says, but ever-so-slowly flips through the pages of a clipboard.

"You might have me under Wright. Kind of like 'the right girl, right now'," you add with a flirtatious giggle, leaning in to say it softly, also hoping that your closeness might somehow make him more amenable. He sniffs and his pupils dilate, which you take to be a good sign, and let him get a good glimpse of your little cleavage if he wants it, or to smell your perfume, cheap as it is. Actually, it's the body lotion and the male-arousing pheremones it contains that have him reacting.

"I don't see it here," he says, to your disappointment. "But maybe it's in the special book we have inside. How about you follow me and we'll check?" he says, but doesn't wait to see if you'll follow.

Certain that you're going to get what you want you trot after him, missing the knowing looks of the other bouncers.