WELCOME TO OUTLIVE

The one that's not afraid of you

Inside they walked across the empty foyer to the door at the far end and when it was opened for them by the two bouncers who were standing beside it, the players were hit with music that was so loud the floor was thumping. The large speakers were blasting dance music and the dance floor was flooded with a young people that were dancing and having themselves a good time.

"Goodness we have to go through that?" Reggie asked.

"No we don't, check it, there's a place to walk on the side of the dance floor," Sue said.

"Oh thank goodness."

"What's the matter Reggie?" Roy asked. "Scared of teenager girls?"

"Yeah I'm not going to answer that," he said and the two of them chuckled as a few of the others just smiled.

"Alright let's move. Our client is in the main back room, let's go and get her," Den said and they moved out.

"Ooh look at Den taking charge, mama like that," a woman watching on her laptop said.

The players walked down the side of the almost football pitch sized dance floor and headed to the door that led to the area in the back where the back rooms were. Standing in front of it were two bouncers; dressed in black suits just like the other ones were.

"Whoa hold up, entry into this area is for private personnel only," one of the bouncers said.

"And we are private personnel. We're Ms. Peach Larson's personal security team and we're here to pick her up," Den answered.

"This time?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're late," the other bouncer said.

"No we're not. We just got here."

"Yeah and you just got here late. You're supposed to be here three minutes ago."

"Well we apologize," Den said and looked at Bella. "We were a little held up outside," he then said and looked back at the bouncers.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to," the bouncer said and opened the double door for them. "All the best," he then said and they walked in, with Den leading the way but slowing down so that Bella could catch up to him.

"See what your little stunt has cost us."

"We needed to know each other's name, you are not going to get an apology out of me for that so if that's what you're looking to get, you should keep walking because you're not going to get one," she said.

"Uh so you're that person."

"The one that's not afraid of you, is as tough as nails and is going to call you out on your BS? Yeah that's me," Bella said and walked off ahead of him as Den just stood for moment watching her go and just shook his head. The self appointed captain could already see that Bella was going to be a handful and he didn't like it.

The players walked down the hallway to the main back room to pick up Ms. Peach Larson and escort her to the front of the club where her limo was waiting for her, with Den leading the way and the music blasting on in the background.

They came to a door that had a star with her name on it and Den walked up to it and knocked on it as the others stood around.

"Ugh for goodness sake Gwen I told you that if he calls just ignore his call," Ms. Peach Larson shouted from the other side of the door.

"Uh Ms. Larson, it's not Gwen," Den answered.

"Then who the heck are you?"

"I'm Den."

"Den?" she asked.

"Yeah Den." The door unlocked and opened and there she was; a model looking woman with long platinum blonde hair who was wearing a pink leather dominatrix outfit. Her outfit was quite revealing but that wasn't what had everyone throwing their heads a little back when they saw her.

"That is stupidest name I have ever heard," Ms. Peach Larson said and Bella and Sue quietly chuckled to each other.

"Ooh look at this sexy little minx," a boy watching on his tablet said.

"Whoa what is with those eyes?" a girl watching on her phone asked and watched on.

"Thank you," Den responded.

"Who are you?" Ms. Peach Larson asked.

"I am . . ."

"Yes I heard your stupid name already but who are you?"

"We're your personal security team here to escort you off the premises," Den said.

"Now! Are you kidding me! I called you here five whole minutes ago. I have been waiting in here for five whole freaking minutes."

"O.k. sis it's just five minutes calm down," a girl watching on her laptop said.

"We're sorry we got a little tied up."

"I don't care whether the world was ending. I call you to show up now you show up now," Ms. Peach Larson said.

"Our apologies."

"Apologies for what, it's been five minutes not five hours, calm down," Roy said.

"Thank you I just said that," the girl said and watched on.

"Hey! Was I talking to you?"

"Uh no but . . ."

"No, so shut your face before I shove my foot in your mouth and shut it for you," she said.

"Wow, you kiss your mother with a mouth like that."

"Bite me."

"I'll pass but thank you," Roy said.

"O.k. enough," Den said to Roy and turned to Ms. Larson. "Ms. Larson we should have been here five minutes ago and we weren't and we're sorry. We're here now so can we please escort you out of the club so that you can go to your hotel room and have a nice relaxing night in."

"I am really tired, I have been performing for four hours straight I could seriously do with some relaxing."

"Awesome, let's get you out of here so that you can get to doing that."

"Ugh fine, but I am still pissed at you," Ms. Peach Larson said.

"I know and we will make it up to you by escorting you out of here quick."

"Good."

"Your eyes are pink," Brian said.

"Right, she looks like a sexy zombie," a boy watching with his friend said and they laughed.

"So?"

"Why are they pink?"

"They're contacts stupid much," she answered.

"Wow she is feisty," he said to Grayson who was standing next to him.

"She can hear you moron."

"O.k. calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down," Ms. Peach Larson said. "No one tells me to calm down especially not a loser security guard like you."

"Yeah I'm going to stop talking now."

"Thank you," she said and walked to the dressing table to grab her hand bag and touch her look up; she put some gloss on her lips, fluffed her hair and fixed her boobs.

"Goodness she is something else," Brian said.

"Would you hit that?" Roy asked.

"Are you kidding me she is crazy . . . Absolutely," he said and the two of them quietly chuckled as the others just stood shaking their heads.

"Alright knock it off, she's our client, show some respect," Den said.

"O.k. I'm ready let's go," Ms. Peach Larson said walking up to them but then stopped making a grossed out sound.

"What now?"

"Is that how you're going to be escorting me out of here?"

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.

"I mean dressed like that."

"Well yeah this is our uniform."

"It's hideous," Ms. Peach Larson said. "That blue is so going to clash with my outfit."

"So what exactly would you like us to do princess?" Bella asked.

"Go and change into something a little more flattering."

"Oh my gosh what a diva," a woman watching on her desktop said.

"More flattering than these sexy outfits we have going on, you must be higher than a kite."

"You look like a man," Ms. Peach Larson said.

"Thank you, wait until you see the size of my balls," she said and the others chuckled to themselves. "So are we going to do this or not?"

"With you dressed like that? No."

"Goodness it's like dealing with a child," Reggie said.

"Hey, hey! Who was that? Who said that?" she asked looking to the back and Reggie sunk a little to hide himself.

"Listen Ms. Larson you've had a long day and you making these unrealistic demands is only going to make it longer. We can go and change into something that's not going to clash with your dominatrix Barbie outfit but who knows how long that's going to take. If you were flipping out over a measly five minutes, you are going to have pulled out all your fake hair by the time we get back. The choice is yours," Bella said and Ms. Peach Larson thought to herself for a moment.

"Ugh fine, fine, fine! You can escort me as you are but if you show up to come and pick me up like this again, I will not be so nice."

"Wow this is you being nice?"

"Whatever, can we please just go," Ms. Peach Larson said.

"Absolutely, after you." She walked out of the room and walked off, with the players walking around her in formation; three on each side to make sure all angles were covered.