A soft bass pounding in the distance reminds you that there is a nightclub nearby, it goes by the name of Club Nightmare and you wonder why that is. But not for too long as you head towards the correct street to get to the club. It was only a short walk away and the purple neon letters on the black front wall yelled out across the street. The pounding of the bass becoming louder and you could see it was quite busy but not so much that you would be denied entrance.
As you slip inside and look around the flashes of the disco make it able to see only for short periods at the time but you feel that the crowd here is ripe for the picking. The club was filled with the kind of girls that would reject you offhand. Tonight was different, tonight you wouldn't be asking.
Immediately you saw some options for yourself. There were dark corners in the club that were perfect for an ambush, the booths around the dance floor really lent themselves to the same sort of run by you did at the bus stop and the dance floor itself would perhaps lend itself to the possibility of really getting close before shooting your load.
You find it difficult to decide because you know that after this load you'll be spent and you'd want to leave the club before anyone realises what you did, especially the six foot something bouncer near the exit. |