Chapter 14

“I can put our names on a guest list, if there is one. I could always teleport myself inside, but I wouldn’t be able to bring you along that way. That’s a skill we’ll have to work on for you. If all else fails, I’ll convince the doorman to take a break to get his cock sucked.”

“What, you’ll use me?” Azelia asked, blushing a little.

“Actually, I was thinking of just getting a girl in the queue to do it. It wouldn’t be difficult. Look how easy it was to get the hotel clerk and the security guard to give you what you wanted.”

We arrived at the club, and I paid the driver. As Azelia exited the cab, I was glad once again that I had convinced her to not wear panties.

There was a small line of couples and groups waiting to be admitted. A few faces looked vaguely familiar.

“Look,” Azelia said, nudging me. “Is that, um,...?”

“I think so. Hard to tell with the glasses. She looks like she’s ready for a stint in re-hab again, doesn’t she?” I remarked.

“Since when is she seeing him?”

“I wondered what kind of people we would find here. Listen carefully, honey. Even though we are immune to all human disease, some things are still just nasty. Coke-whores are pretty high on my list of nasty things. We can do much better than the likes of her,” I admonished.

“Assuming we can get inside.”

“We will. Just look sexy and important. I’ll take care of the rest,” I said, taking her hand and moving toward the doorman.

“John!” Azelia hissed. “That man has a gun!”

“Where?”

“Fourth couple in line, the guy in the gray blazer,” she whispered.

“I don’t see it,” I said.

“I smell it. It must be in his jacket. My grandfather had some hunting rifles. I can smell gun oil, but it’s been fired since it was last cleaned. Recently, from the odor. My God, my nose is sensitive!”

“All your senses will heighten, but I thought concealed firearms were illegal here?” I said under my breath.

“They pretty much are. Not too many people have certificates,” she said. “Our club would never let him inside.”

“You just gave us our tickets through the door, my dear.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to walk right up to that bouncer and you’re going to tell him,” I said, pulling her with me.

I guided her to the biggest, meanest looking man there.

“Get in line,” he said. “At the rear.”

“Sir, look at me,” Azelia said.

He did, a grin trying to ruin his severe expression as he looked at her cleavage.

“Look at my eyes, please,” Azelia said.

His pupils dilated ever so slightly when he did. She moved very close to him, and used her shawl to hide her fingers caressing the front of his trousers. “There is a man in line with a concealed gun. Short brown hair, gray blazer. That’s not allowed, is it?” she cooed. “I just want to have some fun tonight. I don’t want to be in any danger.”