Hell yes you do.

You scamper to the door with a sort of half skip half sexy wiggle only to find a long line. “Awe lines suck.” You say with a pout and a little stomp.

“You, cheerleader with the pink hair.” The voice catches your attention. The bouncer waves you up, “Go on in hot stuff.” He says and reaches out to take your hand.

Of course you take like a lady and he gives it a kiss as you blush and say, “Thanks, will I see you inside?”

He looks you over like a predator, “Guess we will see won’t we.” You walk on in and the driving beat takes over your senses as you make your way around the room looking for your friend.

Quite a number of bodies press against you as you make your way through the building. You even make out with a stunning but sweat drenched little Latino with the most amazing little perky breasts but opt to break it off when she passes some pills into your mouth, which you do swallow, but it feels dirty to keep kissing her after that.

A long sweaty hour later you feel a pair of hands around your long sexy neck. “Go to the women’s room, last stall or I won’t fuck you senseless.” A sultry voice breathes into your ear. Then just like that they vanish into the crowd.