The two women strolled arm in arm from the parking lot towards the entrance of Dante’s Inferno. The line of glittering social elites waiting to get in was already stretching around the corner of the popular club. Tanya Marisart leaned over to her Chinese companion, Ni Ni Xiaolu, and whispered to her as the pair headed to the entrance for guests with special passes. They could feel the stares of those in the long line and could imagine what was being said about them. Tanya had spent enough time in similar lines to know that people were wondering who they were and how they rated special passes.
Two huge trolls stood guard at the red-roped special entrance. Tanya stepped up to one, offering her right wrist as she said, “Hello, Henry, Giles. Beautiful night.” The Troll named Henry nodded as his companion stared at the beautiful women, looking them up and down. Tanya knew the stare had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with security as the Troll’s specialized cyber eyes scanned them for weapons. Tanya twirled and her already very short skirt rode up almost to the point of displaying her underwear. “Does it look like I have any weapons?” Giles looked at her, finished with his scan. “No, Lady Marisart, but I have to do it.” He turns and nods to Henry, who speaks into the air in front of him. “Lady Tanya Marisart and companion Ni Ni Xiaolu are cleared to enter.”
The Troll moves the rope aside and waves the women on. The wave as they pass through and walk up the slight incline to the entrance to the club. Dante’s Inferno was the hottest club in Seattle right now, despite its naysayers, and the number of people inside gave testimony to that. The women snagged drinks from a passing waiter, sipping at them as they began trolling. They already knew many of the people here and frequently stopped to chat. The club caters to the best and brightest, and the wealthiest of Seattle’s upper class. The clientele here was all about the best; best dressed, best hair, best jewelry.
It was the latter that Tanya and her friend were interested in. Tanya knew a lot about jewelry, but could not hold a candle to the knowledge that Ni Ni had. The Chinese woman kept her arm on Tanya’s and used her fingers to tap in a pre-arranged code. Lots of no’s and a few maybe’s later, she finally tapped out yes. They were talking with an older woman who was escorted by a way-too-young man who was very interested in Tanya’s exposed cleavage. The woman’s necklace had caught Ni Ni’s eye. After excusing themselves, the women moved a short distance away before separating, Tanya staying to watch the target and Ni Ni moving back to the bar. The older woman drug her companion to the dance floor and Tanya followed, walking up to a man who appeared to be flying solo.
“Care to dance?” She asked. It turned out that the man was very willing and took her onto the floor. The music was Latin and Tanya allowed her body to move to the Salsa beat, at times flinging her skirt up and then moving in to cling to her dance partner. The man was smiling as if he felt he was going to get lucky later as he caught and twirled the woman who had picked him from the crowd. Tanya maneuvered the pair to be next to the target and her partner. Tanya grimaced at the woman’s choice of frock. It was certainly posh and had probably cost a fortune, but it was completely wrong for her. As Tanya danced, she considered her options for getting the necklace, or if it even seemed possible.
Suddenly the music changed and Tanya smiled broadly as she realized that the club was going to do half her work for her. The new song was from an extremely popular new artist and the dancing that usually accompanied it was nearly as frenetic as the beat. The people on the floor began throwing their arms up in the air and lowering them as the tempo picked up and the lights above the dance floor began to flicker in time to the music. Tanya used the motions of the people near her to hide her quick movement. The necklace was released from the neck, dropping into Tanya’s left hand. She lowered the treasure and used a silent mental command to open a small concealed compartment in her right arm, placing the necklace safely inside.
From there she deftly maneuvered her partner away in the crowd, staying for several more songs before begging mercy. The man laughed and escorted her to the refreshment tables, then asked her if she wanted some fresh air. The cool evening breeze was welcome after the heat of the dance floor and they walked into the rooftop gardens. Movement and soft laughter indicated that they were not the only ones out there and they had to look about for a place in the garden that would afford them a modicum of privacy. Tanya allowed the man his sense of good fortune; after all, he had been unwittingly very helpful. Her low moans punctuated his thrusts until release.
Straightening her clothes she left the man, never getting or giving a name or comm code. The tan line on his ring finger indicated that he would probably not be looking for more than this anonymous encounter and she certainly wanted nothing more from him. She proceeded to the exit, passing the bar and signaling to Ni Ni, who came over and took her arm. The pair left the club, waving to the Trolls as they did, and headed to the parking lot and Tanya’s racing Mirage. Tanya slid onto the bike and turned it on, pleased at the purr of the powerful engine. Ni Ni climbed on behind and put her arms around her friend’s waist. As Tanya moved the bike out of the lot and onto the busy street, Ni Ni said, “Let’s get that thing back to your place so I can get a better look at it while you shower off whatever man you were with, then some Champaign to celebrate.” Tanya smiled and nodded, knowing that the celebration would not end with the drinks.