Daemon

off and flanked by a couple of bouncers. Gragg leaned in close to one of the bouncers. ‘Tell me when she’s taken the hit!’
    The bouncer knew the drill. He watched poker-faced as the young guy popped what he probably thought was ecstasy intothe girl’s mouth. She washed it down with a swig of bottled water, laughed, then writhed with the pounding music. The bouncer nodded to Gragg. Gragg nodded back and the rope was withdrawn to let them pass.
    As the boy passed by Gragg, Gragg leaned into his ear. ‘Play your cards right, man, and I’m gonna get you laid within the hour.’ The guy smiled back and gave Gragg what the kid probably assumed was the universal ‘playas” handshake.
    Gragg watched them go. They were now in the holding pen – a controlled area where he could further reduce her inhibitions. The prostitutes there and Cheko’s men would make it all seem completely acceptable to ‘go wild.’ Gragg had successfully separated her from her support system. The rest should be easy. He was already erect in anticipation, but a little patience was required.
    Gragg walked the perimeter for a good fifteen minutes before heading back to the holding pen. He found the girl dancing on the mid-deck with a crowd of perhaps twenty. Most of the women there were attractive and scantily clad – but these were Cheko’s whores and were of no interest to Gragg. The seventeen-year-old target was laughing as her date danced between women in g-strings. The girl was evidently flying high. On meth the laser lights, the trance music, and the writhing motion were said to be hypnotic. Accompanied by a surge of sexual arousal and perceived invulnerability. Or so Gragg had heard. He didn’t take drugs himself.
    Gragg radioed the security guard in the DJ tower. He couldn’t even hear himself talk, but he knew the guard would hear. The guard looked out and saw Gragg wave his arm slowly, then point at the girl dancing nearby. The guard leaned over to Mix Master Jamal, and the DJ looked out at Gragg. He nodded and then snapped his fingers at the light board operator. Gragg leaned over to her date. ‘What’s your girl’s name?’
    ‘Jennifer!’
    ‘You wanna see her tits?’
    The guy stared for a second in dumb amazement. Then burst out laughing. ‘Hell yeah!’
    Gragg spoke her name into the radio and moved forward. A spotlight shone down onto Jennifer, and the DJ’s voice came out like the booming voice of God, ‘Check out Jennifer! Is she hot or what?’ A roar of lust arose from a thousand voices.
    Jennifer laughed and looked back to see her date and those around her shouting encouragement.
    The DJ’s voice. ‘Let’s see you move, baby!’ The pounding bass moved back in, and she moved seductively to it. The other dancers moved away, and the laser lights enshrined her on the platform. The crowd surged in anticipation. Her eyes became wild with her potent sexuality. Each rhythmic gyration of her hips made a thousand guys howl. She was anonymous and powerful.
    But Gragg was her new master. He looked back at Jennifer’s date, smiled, and nodded to the DJ.
    The DJ’s voice boomed down again. ‘Lose the top!’
    A thousand voices roared and took up the chant. The chant quickly fell in line with the music. ‘Lose-the-top! Lose-the-top!’ Even the girls in the audience were cheering. Jennifer danced, soaking up the adoration. All eyes were on her body, screaming with lust. She was high enough that she didn’t mind, and it seemed such a small thing to please them all.
    She first teased them by flashing her breasts, but that only drove the crowd wild for more. They knew they had her now; it was only a matter of wills. They took up the chant with renewed vigor. ‘Lose-the-top! Lose-the-top!’
    When she pulled her top off and danced, breasts jiggling free, the roar of joy rattled the walls. They motioned for her to toss her top down, and she dangled it above the outstretched hands of the lustful mob. Someone managed to grab it from her, and it was soon torn to pieces. Jennifer laughed and tugged at the All Area Access badge around her neck. Girls around the room started flashing their breasts, sitting atop the shoulders of guys in the crowd.
    The DJ cranked up the music again, and the party moved on. But Gragg moved in with one of Cheko’s men holding a digital video camera. Jennifer smiled as they filmed her dancing topless in front of a thousand people. Her young, toned body glistened with sweat.
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