The large SUV slowly rolled down the narrow alley, coming to a gentle stop next to a door illuminated by a single, shaded lightbulb. Through the tinted windows of her vehicle, Bree could barely see the guard standing in the shadows.
She waited for the driver to open her door. Sliding out, she stood up straight; then smoothed her mid-thigh length skirt and suit jacket. She could already hear the music coming from the club, and feel the bass pounding. The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement echoed in the gloom as she approached the back door.
Before she reached it, the guard opened the heavy steel door. She breezed by him without a word, and entered a long hallway. Ignoring the multiple rooms on both sides, she continued on until he she reached an archway leading to the bar area.
Bree took an open seat at the corner. Reaching in her clutch, she removed a pair of dark sunglasses -- which she put on to shield her eyes from the flashing lights -- a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes. The bartender gave her a disapproving look as she pulled one from the pack and lit up.
"Just give me a Malbec," Bree sighed dismissively, blowing out the first puff.
The bartender considered her for a few moments, shook her head, and grabbed a glass. Bree scanned the club. It was crowded, and women packed the dance floor; writhing against each other.
"Mind if a have a drag of your cigarette?" a voice asked.
"Excuse me," Bree said, turning her head to see a woman about her age.
She appeared to be Bree's height -- 5'6" -- and possessed a similar thin build. She wore a short skirt which showed off her shapely legs. Her B-cup breasts -- larger than Bree's A-cup -- were nicely displayed in a low cut top. Her long, dirty blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting with Bree's brown hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"Apparently, you're the only person allowed to smoke in here," the woman observed. "And, I'm dying for one."
Bree held out her cigarette. Rather than take it, the woman leaned closer, wrapped her hot pink lips around the filter, and inhaled. She held the smoke in for a few moments, then exhaled, lazily.
"Oh, I needed that," she whispered.
Bree stared at her.
"What?" the woman questioned. "I didn't slobber on it, did I?"
After lingering on the other woman's lips, Bree's gaze rose to her eyes.
"I'm Liz," the woman offered.
Bree didn't respond.
"Is something wrong?" Liz pressed.
"No," Bree said, at last. "I'm just wondering what your pretty face would look like between my legs."
"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out," Liz purred, keeping the shock she felt at Bree's blunt manner out of her voice.
"Let's go then," Bree urged, sliding off her chair just as the bartender set down the drink she'd ordered.
She walked past Liz. The latter turned to watch Bree make her way toward the archway leading to the rear exit. When she disappeared from sight, Liz turned to the bartender.
"The bitch ain't gonna wait forever," the bartender scoffed.
"What?" Liz asked.
"If you make her wait, she'll find someone else," the bartender warned her.
"Who is she?" Liz pressed.
"She owns this place," the bartender revealed.
Liz took a few moments to process this information, then moved to follow Bree.
"Have fun," the bartender jeered. "And, good luck."
Walking down the hallway, Liz peeked in each room as she passed. Not finding Bree, she eventually reached the exit. Pushing the door open, she stepped outside. Liz started at the sight of a man there. He chuckled, and pointed toward a car. Another man stood next to the car, holding the back door open.
"Are you coming?" Bree called out, from the back seat.
"Ye... yes," Liz stammered, and moved to the car.
She crawled in, and the driver closed the door. Liz watched as he got in the front seat.
"Drive, Jeeves," Bree directed.
"Where to, Ma'am?" he asked.
"The park," Bree answered, raising the privacy partition between the front and back.
"I love your club," Liz said.
"Thank you," Bree replied, disinterested. "So do I."
"It's fun. It has good music," Liz complimented. "And, lots of hot women."
"That's why I bought it," Bree told her.
"Are you..." Liz began.
"Can you use that mouth for anything besides talking?" Bree interrupted, spreading her legs to reveal the sheer black panties she wore under her skirt.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" Liz commented, leaning toward her.
"I don't have any to waste," Bree sniffed, grabbing Liz's hair to pull her closer.
Liz shut her eyes, thinking they were going to kiss, but Bree thrust Liz's head down between her legs. Liz fought for a few moments, then gave in.
