The CS

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Kay Harris slowly stepped out of her midnight blue '99 Honda Civic and took a look at her surroundings. The CS stood magnificently before her. Hundreds of salacious adults piled around the front doors, each one trying to get inside before the other. Women stood off to the sides to smoke a drag while others blindly re-applied their makeup. The men stood either beside their women or in groups of four to ten scanning the crowds for women to pursue.

Tonight was women's night, which meant one thing; girls on poles and lots of dollar bills being given out. Kay turned around and watched her friend, Mandy, try to get out of the car carefully enough so that her skirt didn't show anything but her well-toned olive thighs. She stood upright and pulled her black leather mini down as far as it would go and checked herself out on the car's side window, standing on her tip toes so she could see every inch of her thighs clearly enough. Perfect, she thought, smiling, agreeing with her reflection. Mandy sauntered over to Kay and the two girls flicked their red-polished ring fingers together, a secret tradition between the two. Kay glanced down to the ground to inspect her boots to see if they were still at the same length, something that bothered her very much if they weren't. When she was sure her leather boots were looking proper, she linked arms with Mandy and started across the street. Their purses bumped against each other after every stride they took. Once they reached the red carpet leading to the front doors Kay turned around and pushed a button on her keys to put the alarm on her car. Don't want anyone driving off with my only ride home, she though. Beep beep said the car in response.

Instead of walking along the red velvet carpet the two women hurried over to the right side of the building, which was the most vacated area. They simultaneously reached into their tiny purses and pulled out their ID cards. Mandy was quite proud of herself; her first fake ID ever. Although it was a bit expensive, it was worth being able to party 'till the break of dawn with random sexy guys. Kay scratched a tiny black spot, almost unrecognizable to the eye, off her picture. "This had better work," she said to Mandy, almost whispering. Mandy chuckled at her friend and looked her in the eyes. "It will Kay! My sister did this all the time when she was our age! No one ever suspected she was only 17. That's why we're so dressed up," she winked, slowly turning her head to gaze at the crowds of people crowding the queue-line. Kay shook her dirty blonde waves in doubt, but what if WE get caught Mandy, then what will we do…

Suddenly someone grabbed Kay's hand and started pulling her. It was Mandy rushing towards to front door which had seemed to have been almost empty compared to 5 minutes ago. The tall muscular man at the door stood there, face expressionless and void of any emotion. When Mandy stood before him he looked down and held out his meaty hand, palm up. Mandy flashed him a smile, showing him her pearly whites and handed him her ID. He raised his tiny sunglasses about half an inch, scanned the card with his eyes then returned it to its owner. He slowly moved his large arm to let her proceed into the building. "Thanks!" she said, turning around to wink at Kay. Meanwhile Kay was breathing unusually. Short, fast breathes were soon followed by long, heavy breaths. She was getting more nervous by the breath. When the bouncer turned to face Kay, she gave him a shy smile and handed him her ID card. He took it in his hand and, again, scanned it with his eyes. Then he did something he did not do with Mandy; he looked at her. "How old are you?" he said in a surprisingly high pitched voice. In the background Mandy giggled into her hands and turned around so he would not hear her. "Twenty-two" Kay replied, smoothly. He immediately tossed her the card and moved out of the way so she could pass. For a moment she simply stood there, staring at this buffoon. Wasn't it obviously that she was not twenty-two? Apparently not, so she hurried into the building.

The first thing Kay heard as she re-linked arms with Mandy was the sound of techno music being played way too loud over hundreds of speakers.

If we did it on the bathroom floor, would your girlfriend call me a whore?

Kay could already tell that this club was a lot more different than the all-ages clubs she's gone to. First of all, there was alcohol; a lot of it. Secondly, everywhere they seemed to turn there were half-naked women dancing on poles, bars, tables, you name it, they were dancing on it. As they started pushing past the hot, sweaty bodies of fellow club-goers, they made their way to the brilliantly lit up bar. It was in the very center of the room and it was white with blue and pink lights coming from all angles. The stools were almost all taken except two off the far right side of the bar. The two girls sat down and swiveled the stools around to take a look at the club from a new angle; more dancers, more sweaty people and more alcohol. There were also people sitting down on the long white sofas. They were doing two things, either talking, making out or both. Mandy smiled with a devilish look on her face. It won't be long until I join the people in that area. She looked to her right where Kay was sitting only to be facing her back. She turned her stool to face the bar and poked Kay's soft milky white arm. "Hey, isn't this place awesome?" she asked, a giant smile plastered on her face. Kay looked to her left and adjusted her stood so she'd be more comfortable facing her friend. "Yeah, it seems pretty awesome so far. I'm a bit worried about.. you know.. ordering a drink." Mandy chuckled and faced the bar properly. The tall, thin bartender came up to her and waited for her to order. "Tequila sunrises, two, one for me and my friend," she said coolly. The man nodded and walked off to make their drinks. Kay was shocked that the man didn't ask her for identification. "H-how did –" she stumbled for her words but the bartender had returned, placing her cocktail on a cardboard club coaster in front of her. She looked down for a moment and analyzed the drink. She had heard about people slipping date rape drugs in your drinks, and she wondered if bartenders did it too. She glanced up to see the bartender drying off a short, fat glass with a white towel. He scanned the table, looking out for new customers or anyone who needed a refill. Kay turned back, now staring at Mandy as she gulped down her drink. "Easy there," Kay said when Mandy had finally finished her cocktail. "What, you don't like it?" Mandy said, pointing at her friend's full glass. Kay followed Mandy's finger until it lead her to her glass and looked back after a second. "No, it's not that, it's just I don't usually devour hard liquor in less than 30 seconds." "Ha! Hard liquor? You think tequila's hard? Just wait until you try a Zombie!" Mandy replied, still laughing. Kay looked at her, slightly tilting her head to the side, "A what?" "Zombie. It's got like… a shitload of rum in it and some other stuff, it's really, REALLY good." By now Mandy had another full glass of cocktail in front of her which she wasted no time in consuming again. She giggled and snapped her fingers to the bartender and ordered a Zombie on the rocks which was placed before her only moments later. "Wait Mandy," Kay said abruptly, shoving her hand over her friend's glass, "are you sure you want to drink that right now? I mean, you just drank two sunrises in less than five minutes." Mandy slapped Kay's hand away and picked up the glass, placing it in front of her pink lips. "Kay, I-I know what I'm d-doing, stop being such a f-fag. Why don't y-you j-just go and play with y-yourself or s-something…" Right before her eyes, Mandy had drank the entire glass within 10 seconds. She slammed the glass back to the table and quickly swiveled the chair to face the dancing crowd behind them, almost falling off balance. "I-I'm gonna d-d-dance!" she said and jumped off her stool, tugged at the left side of her skirt and pranced over to one of the areas where people were dancing.

Kay slowly turned back to the bar and faced her untouched sunrise. What the hell, she thought and drank from the glass until it was empty. Moments later she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking to her right, Kay found herself staring face to face with a ridiculously handsome man. She stared at him in the eyes for what seemed like forever until her eye was caught by a shiny thing on this man. A badge; a cop badge to be exact.