Laura loses her top to a trap

Damnit, the prank distracted me. I had to refocus on finding the Queen. This was not as easy a task as I hoped. Just before the prank occurred, a whole busload of people came into the club. The place was now packed. The newcomers were all laughing at the incident, pointing at the screen and ordering drinks ...Wait, ordering drinks?

I saw her. The bartender was back. She was short, pretty, had dark skin and was dressed sharply, with dress pants, a vest, and a tie. It was her! She was already turning around, I had to catch her before she could flee.

There were metal poles nearby that ran all the way from the ceiling to the floor. I jumped on one and slid down to the ground level. As my feet touched the ground, I realized that my stunt had cost me my slippers. Now wasn’t the time to search for them. I had more pressing matters.

Just as I landed, a couple of drunk boys hollered and asked me to keep spinning around the pole. I ignored them, but the Queen did not. She turned around and saw me.

“Oh detective, here for round two? …Are you sure you can play? It seems like we are past your bedtime,” she snarked.

“I’m not here to play. You won’t get away a third time.”

“Second time! Our encounter at the circus didn’t count.” She became flustered for some reason. “And neither will this one. I have a busy night, you see. Till next time!” The Queen pushed a button. The club’s smoke machine turned and filled the air between us with smog.

I was not about to let such a cheap trick stop me. I lunged at the smoke. I caught someone, and …she caught me? Whoever I was holding was grabbing me back too. The smoke cleared. I realized that I did not have the Queen locked in a grappling hold, but rather a chair disguised with a vest and wig. I couldn’t believe I fell for that. Worse, the chair was covered in glue, because of course it was. My shirt was caught. The Queen snickered behind me and waved goodbye. She started making her way to the backdoor.

The chair was planted firmly into the ground, I couldn’t move it. I was pinned to it. The glue pulled me back every time I tried to back away. However, If the Queen thought that this was going to stop me, she had another thing coming. I wasn’t glued, my shirt was, so I simply slipped out of it and ran after her.

“Hey girl, nice tits!”

“Yeah! Show em to me baby.”

I felt a hot blush spread across my cheeks. I don’t sleep with a bra on, meaning that my breasts were bouncing free and proud. I was surrounded by a circle of dumbfounded drunkards that kept staring at them. I folded my arms over my chest and kept chasing after the Queen.

The experience was anything but pleasant. Parting my way through the dance floor without using my arms was harder than I thought. I had to kick and head-butt people out of the way. It felt like half the club was hollering at me, the half that wasn’t doing so to the half-naked DJ. And don’t get me started on how sticky the ground was…