Explore the darkness.

You didn't brave a murder toilet and the doorman from Hell to get felt up by fumbling failures, pretty prey, and short distance spurters. You want the real scary studs, the head of the pride, the ones on the wanted posters to make you their oh so willing victim. You lead Barbie to the back of the club, more certain you made the right choice with each step that you take without some stud claiming you as his right and taking you on the floor.

When you start down the sinister hallway, lit with a dull red glow, Barbie whispers, "Are you sure about this, Ella?" Lying, you nod and keep walking deeper down the slowly spiralling corridor. It has a slight incline and seems to wrap around the underground club to a lower level. You don't know how far you've come, but you can no longer hear the booming bass of the club, meaning they would not be able to hear your screams. You shiver and break out in a cold sweat, but you keep walking forward. It's as if you are trying to confront the face of fear itself, and then make out it with it.

You finally reach a solid steel door with no handle. You give it a push and it budges slightly. You put your shoulder into it, and with Barbie's help, you manage to push it open. Panting with exertion, you don't notice the door slam shut behind you until you hear a echoing CLAAAAAAANG followed by the unmistakable CLICK of the lock springing into place. You are trapped in a sex dungeon for the folks too creepy for the sex dungeon, and when you check your phone, true to the horror movie trope, you have no service. Barbie panics, "Fuck me, Ella! What are we going to do?!"

"I'll protect you, little lamb." A gaunt figure in a shiny three piece suit and a leather wolf mask steps from the shadows. As he approaches, you see his outfit is made entirely of some synthetic plastic, like some kind of suave slaughterhouse worker. You see empty eyes shine from behind his mask and you wonder why fearing for your life makes you so horribly horny.

"Now, now, now. Why let the little lad wolf watch over you when there's a big strapping man to keep you safe?" Another figure steps out, broad shouldered and stocky leather overalls so you can see there is muscle under his hefty physique. You are almost hypnotised by his bald head greased and gleaming from behind his bull mask. His horns are made of of dildos shining in the darkness, dripping with what you lube. His eyes burn hungrily behind his mask and you can hear his lips smacking. He seems to he imagining you roasted naked on a silver platter with an apple in your mouth and his cum in your ass and you wonder why that makes you hungry.

"Why do you young bucks always have to be so scary? Little ladies like this need a firm hand, sure, but not claws or horns." You see a third man step forward and can hear from his voice, as well as from his vernacular, that he's probably old enough to be your grandpa. He wears a plastic painter's jumpsuit over a solid frame and walks with a world weary, seen it all swagger. He wears a leather lion headpiece and you can practically feel the roar resting in the back of his throat. He looks like he could break every bone in your body before you could breathe, but all you can think of is that you hopes he would cuddle you after.

You look at Barbie, who seems even more hopelessly lost than you. It looks like you will be choosing your date for the evening for the both of you.

(Another quiz! Who are these three masked men and which of my stories are they from? Hint: Brian/Barbie is from the same story. First person to comment gets to pick who gets chosen first.)