Doggy Style

She rolled down her window and yelled out, "Hey, that's my parking spot."

The man looked at her and shrugged and walked away.

"Ooh, that's the same asshole who was behind me on the highway."

Angle said, "Just go park over there, there's plenty of space just past those cars."

Trish continued on and the paved section ended. She pulled left to park and hit a large pothole which bumped everyone into the air. Trish whacked her head on the car roof.

"Ow."

She looked back at Angela.

"Nice going, Ange."

"Sorry."

The girls exited the car. Trish was rubbing her forehead and fuming.

"I'm going to find that guy and give him a piece of my mind."

Penelope said, "Just forget it. Come on, let's have some fun."

Penelope's pass phrases got them through the small door at the far end of the club and past another interior door. The girls found themselves in a long room with a counter at one side. Behind the counter stood an attractive receptionist.

"May I help you?"

Penelope stepped up and said, "Uh, we just wanted to know if there were any shows going on tonight."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing scheduled. You can arrange something private if you'd like."

The receptionist handed Penelope a clipboard.

"Thanks."

The girls huddled together and looked over the forms.

"Hey, look, we could set up our own 'erotic fantasy'."

"Yeah. Wow, look at all the choices. Wait a minute. Check out those prices. Yikes. We better just go on back to the club."

Trish looked around and a man at the opposite end of the room caught her eye.

"Hold on a minute. It's that jerk from the highway and from the parking lot. I'm going to go over there and stomp on his foot."

Penelope looked over at the thin, gawky man of average height. He had just written something down on his clipboard and turned red in the face. He looked over at the girls and then quickly looked away.