The taxi stopped in front of the club, one of the biggest and most well-known in Los Angeles. Sasha got out, paid the driver, and turned to enter when she saw her girls approaching.
"What the hell took you so long?" Agatha asked, dressed to kill in a short black dress, her hair in a ponytail.
The others looked at Sasha, who clasped her hands in front of her chest. "I'm so sorry, I had to wait for Michael to come home, that's what took me so long. I'm really sorry," she pouted.
"Oh, I see, did you two sneak in a quickie?" Agatha teased, making the girls scream her name in unison. "What?"
Janet shook her head and said, "Now you're here, so let's go in. I'm dying for a dance."
"And some drinks," the rest added.
"I'm sorry, girls, but I don't think I should..." she began, but then though
