The boots lead the girls into a shady nightclub

Left vulernable due to the girls which were their conscience, their moral compass left the infernal powers of the boots subtly influenced the way the girls took and lead them into a shady nightclub which went by the name:

"Glam Jail"

The bouncer at the door let them in with a sleazy smirk on his face. Which made some of her friends questioning the brides-to-be choice....

Yet the influence of the boots was stronger and her pussy somewhat feeling a little bit damp already by the mere idea of finding out about this place.

A tingly sensation soon was felt by the other girls too which were now also attacked by the corupting forces of the boots, yet to a far lesser degree.

It was already 3:00 am yet the place was still sufficently filled with partying people for the new arrivals to settle in and make them feel "at home".

Yet it had to be said that this was not the place the group of uptown girls who were well educated, working in upscale jobs would normally go. The atmosphere was full of fescennine vibes, the outfits of the other girls risqué so only the bride-to-be with her beloved black shiney high-heeled overknee boots really could compete with them....

The guys around this place looked very masculin and seemed to seep testerone, their way to chat girls up was not what the group of newcomers where used to, yet again the dark influence of the boots made them not only stay but sneaked into them, got under their skin reactivating some primeval receptors thought long lost to theses upperclass girls....

To their later surprise soon each one of them was heavily flirting with at least one guy. The air was filled with deafening loud music and a tension which smelled like sex.

Yet this was not all of it as soon the fighting began as for some reason, later no one would be able to remember what it was, the bride-to-bes best friend and the bride-to-be herself found themselves competing for the same guys(!)

One word let to the other and finally the following words were uttered:

"If you are as bold as you pretend to be how about proving it and entertain us with a little poledance..."

The marriage-witness-to-be and former best friend of the bride said