The Girls arrive inside the club

Still fairly shaken, the girls slip through another set of doors. Cautiously, Holly peeks around, but no one is watching as they head into the club proper. The place is dark and crammed, with writhing bodies and joyful cries all around. Lights in the entire visible spectrum - and several others - pulse constantly, and the music is a pounding, bassy thrum.

"Okay, well, totally worth it." She gives Leah a shaky grin, and Leah squeezes arm.

"Yeah! It'll - it'll be fun!" She nods, doing her best to appear eager. She has to admit, the light and sound is a bit overwhelming, as are the sheer number of people. But now that they are safely inside, she feels a growing sense of excitement. "But let's find you a corner or a loo, and get that thing out of you. We can find their guy in the jacket and get on with our night."

"Yeah." Holly nods. "God remind me to never get fingered by a Chiropten again. Yeuch."

"No, probably not who you were planning on getting finger-banged by tonight."

Holly looks at Leah with a shocked expression - Leah is a little surprised at herself too. Then Holly's face splits into a grin, and she shrieks with laughter. "Come on bitch, let's get a drink - I can wait a couple minutes longer!"

They make their way over to the bar, sidling past a press of people. The bar is crammed, and it takes a minute for them to catch the eye of the barman. Leah yelps as she feels a hand squeeze her ass, but can't find the culprit when she looks around. Blushing, she orders a pair of shots. Couldn't even say hello?

"Let's get these down us." She calls over the pounding music, sliding a shot to Holly, "I reckon you need one as much as I do!"

"Yeah..." Holly mumbles. Leah peers at her. Her face lit by the neon strobes, Holly's eyes look glassy all of a sudden. She tips back her shot, spilling part of it down her chin. The liquid glistens on her cleavage, and the petite pilot sways a little.

"Holls, you okay?" Leah asks, anxiously.

"Feel kinda... funny." She places a hand on her lower stomach, and it slides down a little. "I think... I think that thing is... uh..."

"Oh shit - you think its affecting you?" Leah panics, dropping her glass - thankfully silicon - and grasping Holly's arms. She's been so stupid - putting it inside her, of course that could risk whatever is inside affecting Holly. "Okay okay okay - come with me, we're gonna sit down, and I'll - I'll figure something out."

She ushers Holly away, the smaller girl stumbling along beside her. They garner more than a few lusty looks, and some leers at Holly's condition - they must assume she's wasted.

Not the time. She tells them silently, but as a muscular, golden-skinned alien looks her up and down, she can't help but enjoy the blatant attention.

They make it to a booth a little way aside from the dancefloor, and she sets Holly down, helping her off with her shoes, and lifting her bare legs up onto the seat. Holly's head lolls to one side.

"I'm... fiiiiine..." She giggles, her cheeks flushed, then lets out a low moan that sounds like one of arousal, rather than pain.

"Holls I'm sorry." Leah mumbles. She slides a hand gently under Holly's dress, and under her thong. She gasps as she feels how wet her friend is, and feels her own pussy fairly pulse with pleasure. Not now! As carefully and as clinically as she can, she slips her fingers inside, and retrieves the capsule. Sure enough, it seems some of the liquid inside has leaked.

"Oh Holly!" She murmurs, "This better not be dangerous." She looks at her slick fingers in the light, and then looks around. The dozens of patrons dancing and flailing all seem busy. Shyly, she raises her fingers to her lips, and like Holly earlier, tastes her friends juices.

Fuck.

She shakes her head, doing her best to focus. Holly is now out for the count, her lips slightly parted, but she lets out another **** moan. What should she do? Stay with her friend and look after her, or rush to find help?