Laura chases the Queen and a DJ is caught in the middle

I sneaked into the back of Club Harlequin. The place was quiet, relatively speaking. Music was still blaring of course, but there weren’t a lot of people inside. The night was still young.

The dance floor was a mess of twirling colors, courtesy of all the lights that shined it from above. An HD screen glowed with an image of the few dancers moving about. The bar was weirdly empty, no one was serving drinks at the moment. At the corner, a DJ was jamming her tunes and nodding her head like she was a Bobblehead. She had purple hair on her head and a pair of giant headphones. She was wearing a black tank top and pants. The girl looked about the size of the Queen but was way too pale to be her.

The Queen was going to tamper with the lights somehow, I had to beat her to the punch. I found and climbed the ladder to the rafters. Each step up the ladder was deliberate, as my slippers felt like they were a wrong move away from falling down my feet. It wasn’t the easiest of things, but I didn’t have much choice. Wearing slippers sure beat going barefoot, if barely.

I reached the upper railing. I was surrounded by all the lights that shined the club. There wasn’t another soul nearby. I began to inspect the projectors.

“Eek, a spider!” Someone yelled from down below. It didn’t concern me. I kept checking the lights.

All the lights to my left were normal. No clues there. “Aaaah! It’s still there!” Oh for crying out loud… I peeked over the railing. The DJ had a spider sitting right over her… cleavage. Apparently, in an effort to get rid of the arachnid, she tried taking off her top and throwing it aside. She was standing in only her white bra.

The DJ kept patting the spider, but it refused to move …until it did, scooting right over her pants. I noticed that one of the lights moved a bit too. Of course, a projection! The spider was merely a trick.

The panicked DJ threw her pants away. That did nothing. The shadow of the spider was still being projected over her white panties.

I could have helped the girl by turning off the light, but that meant giving away that I was here. Better to use this chance to find the Queen and retain the element of surprise.

I scanned the room for anyone suspicious. Three more lights turned on, covering the DJ in many more spiders. The spiders were projected over each of her breasts, atop her panties and on her stomach too for good measure. The DJ screamed and tried to jump over her station. Just as she did, the needle of her disk spinner stood up and caught the hem of her panties.

The poor woman fell onto the dance floor with her now bare bottom pointed at the air. Her panties had gotten caught on the machinery. To make matters worse, the screen now displayed a very detailed image of her posterior to all the dancers. The club erupted into laughter.