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You stroll into Club Snake with a confidence that belies what you truly feel on the inside. The club is filled with scantily-clad women gyrating on stage and on the dance floor. A number of men are on the dance floor as well, but many others are buying drinks at the bar.
Two men sitting at a table near the bar are admiring you. You notice them out the corner of your eye. In spite of your efforts to stop yourself, you cannot help walking over to them. You have no idea what your "puppeteer" is going to make you do next.
"Good evening, boys," you say in a sexy alto voice. Oh, my God, here we go, you think to yourself.
"Well, hello," says one of the men, a bald black man in his twenties. "I'm Rob."
"I'm Tad," says the other man, a dark-haired white male also in his twenties. Both gentlemen are very handsome, in your opinion.
"I'm Melissa," you sweetly tell the men. The flirtatious tone in your feminine voice is unmistakable. I'm going to hit on these men, aren't I?, you think fearfully.
"Well, Melissa, have a seat and let's talk," Rob asks, motioning toward an empty chair next to him.
You sit down and turn toward the two men, crossing your legs in a naturally feminine manner.
"Let me buy you a drink," Tad offers.
"Thanks, that's very sweet," you say appreciatively. "I'll have a daiquiri, please."
Tad places your order with a waitress and also orders a couple of beers for Rob and himself. As you wait for your drinks, the three of you have a conversation.
"So, Melissa, where you from?" Rob asks you.
"Oh, I live near downtown," you reply. "I have an apartment on River Street."
"That's not far from where I live," Tad chimes in. "I'm near the intersection between River and Charleston."
"Oh, really?" you say as the drinks arrive. "Nice area."
"Yeah, it is," Tad agrees.
As the men are paying for the drinks, your right hand reaches for something stuck to the underside of the table. You feel something metal that is firmly planted right above your knees. It feels like a device of some sort. Your finger pushes a switch. Two tiny darts embed themselves in the legs of the two men.
"Ouch! What the . . . ." Rob starts to say, but he stops speaking in mid-sentence as his facial expression turns zombie-like. Tad, also, is now looking very dazed. You begin giving instructions to the two men to meet in a warehouse nearby. They stand up and leave, still looking very out of it. After they exit the club, you stand up and start walking after them.
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