The music pounded around the enormous club. Neon lights flashed around the scantly clad dancers on the hardwood floor. Many of the people were dancing with a partner, either of the same gender or otherwise, while the employed dancers did so solo on platforms or in cages that hung from the ceilings.
Many of the men in the room were just staring at these dancers and drinking heavily, letting their minds wander to their rooms and who they wished would be sharing those confined spaces with them. Most of these men had their attention based on one dancer in particular.
She was one in of those in a cage near the center of the club. The woman was clad in a leaf green tub top that was almost slipping from its appropriate place, and a pair of extremely tight booty shorts in a colour that was slightly darker than said tub top. Hanging from her raven black hair and encircling her body were vines of fake ivy.
She was holding on to the bars of the cage and swaying her body to the ear-blasting music as though willing the men starring at her to picture her in most compromising positions.
Three young men in the back, sitting at a small, round table surrounded by glasses of some sort of alcoholic substance, were no exception.
All three had different lengths of midnight black hair. One had his hanging down to the small of his back, rippling with waves as he slowly bobbed his head to the beat. His purple eyes focused on the vixen in the cage. He was wearing a navy blue bandana that held his hair back. He also wore a navy t-shirt that hung loosely to his muscular body and a pair of white cargo pants that covered the tops of his jet black skater shoes.
One of his companions was leaning back against his chair with his feet resting on a small part of the table that wasn't covered in glasses, his tight leather pants covering the tong of his black dress shoes. His arms were crossed over his muscle defining, black mesh shirt. Of course his mud brown eyes were also situated on the minimally clad beauty in the cage but he did have enough intellectuality to say something about it.
"Miroku, keep you perverted self away. When her shift ends, she's mine." The man commented, in a slurred voice, glaring at his shocked companion.
The last, shocked young man also known as Miroku, sported a pair of tinted purple sunglasses that were almost covered by many wisps of hair that had escaped from the dragon tail at the nape of his neck. The first three buttons of his purple, silk, dress shirt were left open giving all curious females a wonderful view of his toned and tanned chest. His black dress pants gave him a regal, rich look that, so he thought, all at least semi normal women loved.
Miroku just snorted in response to his overly protective 'friend'. "Of course all great and mighty Kouga, I would never dream of taking a piece of ass that is so obviously yours."
At that exact moment a light bell rang that was barely more than a slight ping. The two boys' silent companion suddenly jumped out of his stupor.
Getting shakily to his feet he motioned to the door. They of course knew what this small signal meant. It was a warning for them and a blessing to the waitress that had been hassled by them all night. That small signal was the worst enemy to all underage club goers, saying that police were either near or in the vicinity. And of course no underage teen wanted to get caught clubbing by any kind of adult let alone a police officer.
That was why these three men slowly and unconsciously made their way to the clubs exit. That was what they were, three seventeen year olds too mature for their own good, or too idiotic, depending on the way you flipped the coin.
"Well so much for waiting for her shift to be over Kouga!" Miroku laughed drunkly, giving his friend a shove into the crowd of dancing people that blocked the way to the door.
"Hurry the fuck up you idiots, the cops are going to be here any second!"
The two fighting boys looked up at their tall, now not so silent friend, who was pushing the people around him, making a straight line to the exit.
"Alright! God Inuyasha, someone's a bit on the edge today. What's the problem, not enough to drink?" Kouga joked as he followed the dark haired man through the crowd to the exit of the club.
Before following the two boys, Miroku tool one look around the club, knowing that it would be one week until he got relax like this again. He looked to where his eyes had been focused only a few minutes before, the cage in the middle hanging near the center of the club. To his surprise the beautiful vixen that had been there had somehow disappeared. He sighed wanting only to get a last look of the girl before he left.
"Miroku, get your perverted ass over here now!" Inuyasha's voice came over the booming music.
"Coming, dahlin'."
The boys ahead of him turned and gave him a disgusted look. "What did you say!" They asked in unison.
"Never mind." Miroku mumbled and followed his friends to the exit of the club.
At the door they all took a quick look around to make sure that no one suspected that they were escaping.
"Dude where'd the chick go?" Kouga asked finally noticing the missing dancer.
Dunno, didn't see her before either." Miroku commented as he shrugged his shoulders.
Inuyasha pointed a finger to the back exit. "There she is! Did you still want to meet her Kog?"
"Hell ya!"
"You with us Miroku?"
"What the fuck do you think, dumbass?"
"Oh, Miroku's getting horny. Alright let's go find her." Inuyasha laughed at his pissy friend, turning and leaving the club. Instead of going to the parking lot to get his car, Inuyasha lead the way to the back of the club. His friends followed him unsure of what was going on in his head.
