Joe: You let the girl in.

“Please go ahead,” you say as you open the door. She too cute, you could not leave her waiting here. You’ll check later, although she said not to mind so maybe you won’t.

The dark-haired goth steps into the club.

The guy behind her starts protesting. You give him the stare, he shuts up and you decide that he will wait five more minutes.

With the corner of your eye you see that the altercation in the line has stopped, the two girls that were fighting are now making out. Cool… You should be used to it by now but seeing two girls kiss is always a pleasant. In your pants your dick hardens. You finally let the guy and his friends inside.

Ten more minutes pass, a couple, a guy with the same lenses as the black-haired girl you shouldn’t let him in since he is alone but something tells you that you don’t want to cross him. A few more girls, a group of guys with a girl. One of them is caring a knife, you take it from his pocket and send him home. He seems about to make some problems but after a little taste of the stare, he walks away.

Inside the music is growing louder. You think you hear a scream.

“Are you guys all right in there?” you ask.

No answer. You’re about to go and investigate when Emma finally answers. She seems to be breathless.

“Joe… Yes…”

“Yes what? Emma, I think I heard a scream, do you need me?”

“No… Joe… please, stay outside… mind the door… but let them in… let them all in… She wants them all in…”

That’s not the Emma you know.