Doggy Style

"OK, which exit is it?"

Trish was driving with Penelope in the passenger seat up front. Meredith sat in the back behind Trish's seat with Angela behind Penelope. The quarter were sisters in a sorority attending an annual Alpha Phi event together. Every year different chapters across Southern California sent between three and five members each to Las Vegas for the weekend.

After a hard day poring over sorority business in workshops (with a small lunchtime casino break), the girls were on the prowl for some fun. They were driving on the 15 in the outskirts of town looking for a small out of the way club called "The Web" that Penelope had heard about.

"I think it's the next one. Slow down." Penelope had a road map and a smaller hand drawn map open on her lap.

"Jeez, that guy is on my ass. What's his hurry?"

The man in the car behind the girls gestured and then swooped into the left lane and passed the girls. As he passed they could clearly see that he said "bitch". Then he pulled in front of them, cutting them off.

"Did he just give me the finger and call me a bitch? What a jerk."

Trish took the exit and followed Penelope's instructions which lead them out into the desert.

"Are you sure you know where you're going? What's so great about this club anyway?"

"Of course I'm sure. I heard about this place from a friend of mine. And it's not just a club. It's also a brothel and I think they have sex shows - if you know what to ask for."

"Sex shows? Like what?" Meredith inquired from the back seat.

"I'm not sure. Let's just check it out."

The place had a small paved parking lot that was packed. The bass from the music inside rattled the car windows. Lights strobed from the windows. Trish drove around a couple times looking for a spot.

"There's one."

Trish started to pull in but a car pulled ahead of her.

"Damn it!"