Micki Steele thanked her lucky stars that she and Jessica Tang had managed to slip out of their houses and meet up undetected. It had been a little tricky finding their way downtown, but the two girls had managed. Micki checked her purse to make sure she still had the fake IDs with her. Good, they were ready to hit Inferno.
"Isn't it amazing, Micki?" Jessica gushed, pointing ahead. In front of the two cheerleaders was a building with the word Inferno emblazoned on a sign in fiery neon letters just above the door.
"It's even more amazing inside," Micki grinned. "Come on, let's head in!"
They were met at the door by a burly bouncer. "Can I see some ID? We have to make sure you're over 21, and frankly, you don't look it."
"Sure," said Micki, handing the bouncer the fake IDs.
The bouncer inspected the IDs for a second before handing them back. "Alright, my mistake. Have a good time, Ms. Smith, Ms. Chan."
Micki and Jessica sprinted inside before he could reconsider. "Ms. Smith?" wondered Jessica. "Ms. Chan? Who the hell are they?"
"The fake names on our fake IDs," Micki groaned. "Sheesh, Jess, you're getting to be almost as dumb as Ashlee."
Jessica blushed. "Oops. Nevermind, let's just enjoy the club."
"I'm with ya, girlfriend," Micki said. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Inferno, true to its name, had a very lavish Hell theme going on. The interior was sculpted to look like a subterranean cavern, and flashing lights above bathed the whole room in a hellish red glow. The dance floor was ringed by flame jets that spewed fire in time with the pounding music. The staff (appropriate for a town chiefly populated by sapphic women and straight men) were almost all attractive young women, and they were all dressed, from the hostesses to the bartenders to the DJ to the dancers to the bottle girls, in skimpy red devil costumes.
The hostess adjusted her horns headband and ran over to greet the cheerleaders. "Hi, welcome to Inferno, the hottest club in Stokerville! I'm Sabrina, and I'll be your hostess tonight. Do you have a reservation?"
"Not really," Micki said truthfully.
"That's okay," Sabrina said reassuringly. "We still have some unreserved tables free. Follow me."
As they followed Sabrina, Micki gazed up at the shockingly realistic stalactites. Jessica, meanwhile, was watching Sabrina's fake tail sway as she walked... as well as the cute, round ass it hung from. Sabrina sat the two cheerleaders down at a table perched on one of the club's many faux stalagmites.
"There you go," Sabrina grinned perkily, twirling her little toy pitchfork. "A bottle girl should be by shortly to take your drink orders. I hope you two have a devilishly good time!"
"Oh, trust me, Sabrina," Micki smiled back at her hostess, "we will!"