The cab drove for a long time before reaching the next club "“ a rave in a converted warehouse on the edge of town. Satina Mercedes was acutely aware of how short the night was becoming. It was nearly 2am. She would have to complete her business here fast if she was going to have a good chance of reaching another club before they closed.
Satina tentatively removed herself form the cab. Within the last few hours a simple thing like negotiating a car door had become a major operation. Her outfit did her no favours in this area; her skirt was short enough to flash her nethers if she wasn't careful, and balancing on those heels was a literal pain. Then her pumpkin-fake breasts and pillow-fat butt always hit the frame, and now she trailed about five feet of voluminous hair she had to make sure she didn't trap it when she shut the door.
Satina congratulated herself on another successful vehicle exit as she stood on the pavement, adjusted the hem of her dress and shook out her hair.
She could hear the music quite clearly from outside the building, and the lone bouncer let her walk right on inside without pausing a step. Her extraordinary hair swished gracefully as it bounced off her extraordinary back bumper. Her spongy rear wobbled with each movement of her hips, which in turn swayed with every last click-clack of her heels on the hard floor.
She strode, with poise and purpose, into the belly of the club. She was about to get her hair dirty.
