they work their way into the club

They reached a rather large looking night club around 10 pm. The line was long, but Jaqueline went to the front of the line. “Whoa, ladies,” the bouncer warned. He paused and eyed the lot of confused women, focusing on one in particular. “You’re good,” he said, opening the velvet rope and motioning The Cowgirl inside. She looked back at the others in confusion for a moment, but the smell of sweat and perfume and sex couldn’t be ignored for long. He shrugged and went ahead. The bouncer clipped the rope back shut.

The others looked around, Thundara throwing up her hands in frustration. “Can’t get in!? With jugs like these!? They gotta be almost F cups over here!”
“You realize you’re complaining that you’re not an attractive enough woman,” Jaqueline said calmly.
“Hey, don’t tell me none of you aren’t pissed about this!”

There was a vague murmur among them. Thundara stormed up to the bouncer, the amazon looming over the guard and chest heaving, muscles tensing. “You let me in or I’m gonna make you get plastic surgery to replace your face with your ass, just because it’ll look better than when I’m done with it.” The bouncer raised a hand in diplomacy… which Thundara promptly grabbed and twisted. He fell to his knees wincing. Jaqueline went to warn him as several men they hadn’t seen stepped out of places in line and the scenery, but the bouncer waved them off quickly. They quietly retreated.

Thundara noticed that much, at least, and let go. “You’re cool, babe,” he grunted as he stood back up, waving. “We could use more muscle gals like you around here. You a local?”
“Feelin’ sort of far from home right now,” she grumbled and stepped over the rope herself, but looked back expectantly at the others.

Tammy cleared her throat, took a moment to fix her breasts and shorts for what was either prepping for a fight or sex appeal, then marched up to the bouncer. “You uh… you let me in, assface, or you’ll need surgery so bad…”
“Can it, kid,” the bouncer said curtly, turning to let random women in and ignore the short teenager.

Tammy’s jaw dropped, Jaqueline nudging his back. “Thundara was 3 feet taller than you, bro. Any other bright ideas?”
“Well, I know Casey says she can get in by going into the alley with…”
“NO!” all said at once.

The Doctor sighed. “There’s no time for this.” she stepped forward. She gave a graceful brush of her hair and a polite smile. “Excuse me, sir, I have an appointment with…” she paused and looked over her shoulder at Jacqueline, who mouthed out something to her. “Yes, to see Zoe. It’s rather personal and I’m in a hurry…”
“Like you and everybody else don’t say they know Zoe,” the bouncer snorted. “Get back in the line and we’ll…”
His eyes roamed when Pam and Rachel appeared behind the Doctor, arms draping over each shoulder. “What’s wrong, doctor?” one of them cooed pleadingly. “You said we could have some fun tonight.” The bouncer didn’t even blink before opening the way again.

“Oh how I love science,” she sighed cooly and waited with Thundara.

“Are they always this picky?” 40 huffed.
“I could flash my ID, but it’d raise too many questions I’d rather not answer in public just yet,” Jacqueline grumbled. “Ideas, people.”
“On it,” 40 said, heading up the line and starting to talk to random girls.
“What about us?” Tammy asked miserably. “At least you’ve got boobs.”
“Thanks for reminding me, but I’m covered. Any specialties besides losing fights, Tim?”
“Uh… kind of.”
“Use it, dude. We don’t have a lot of options at this point. Don’t even THINK about fighting in.”
“Okay…”

Timmy went the other way up the street, Jaqueline shrugging and walking up to the bouncer. “Look, we’re just looking for some wild times. Looking for a friendly fight or five.” She touched the bouncer’s hand lightly, letting the bill slide into his palm. He eyed it, then scoffed.
“A five!? Seriously, girl, if you think…” He unfolded it to hand it back, then caught the note folded inside it. His eyes ran over it, and Jaqueline politely kept her eyes away from the building hardon as the goon wouldn’t even look up from the written dirty talk. So he had a way with words.

“What was that?” Doctor asked lowly.
“Bunch of empty promises,” Jaqueline smirked. “I’m gonna be a long way out of this body soon if I have my say. Told him in about a week, so should be plenty of time.”
“You hope,” Doc added.
“Hope.”
“Yes, well that wasn’t what I was asking about.” Doc pointed down the sidewalk to where Tammy was standing on one leg, limber young body straddling a streetlight with one leg. She hung back from it, long hair splashing down and waving gently before spinning around on it, small breasts bouncing from the momentum before she stopped to cup them, licking her lips and eying the bouncer.

“Oh god… all the times the girls made him dress up and strip for them…” Jacqueline muttered.
“That’s our teammate,” Thundara sighed loudly.
The bouncer let him in as 40 brought a pair of women from the line up. One seemed about to ask something when 40 suddenly kissed her roughly, her eyes widening as if to complain but quickly changing to accept and lavish in it. The other girl watched a moment, but 40 took the back of her head and gently urged her towards her crotch. A kind of animal magnetism urged her on, starting to lick at 40’s pussy through her pants. It started getting a bit more heated when the bouncer cleared his throat and tapped her shoulder. “You uh… you wanna take that inside for now?”

40 snapped her fingers confidently, the two girls tailing her inside.
“Alright, my sis’ gotta be in the VIP room if she’s not performing,” Jaqueline said, raising his voice a bit over the music. “She’s not exactly the office type.”