Laura slipped the guy at the door a thick wad of cash, and he let Claire and Laura in. Claire's eyes widened at the sight, but Laura shrugged.
"I really am sorry," she shouted over the music as it drowned out all thought and reason. Everything was bass. The lights flared when it pulsed, blinding Laura and spiking her mind with pain from her migraine. The bodies across the floor followed the bass. Claire's hips swayed to it, her gorgeous and perfect ass moving hypnotically to the beat.
