Busted

Suddenly I felt a meaty hand grab my shoulder and pull me back. Two huge bouncers flanking a short, rat-faced manager stood there.

“You four, come with us.” He ordered. We were shepherded off the dance floor and into the back office of the manager. Mitch looked at me and flexed his fists, but I quickly shook my head. The two goons were as big as the four of us combined, and we were already a few pints deep. I was keen to get out of there alive. Rat Face led us to his tiny office and plopped down behind his desk. The goons shoved us all in and then shut the door behind us. Presumably they stood watch outside. Ria held my arm with the same grip she used while watching horror movies, and Diana did the same for Mitch.

The room had no windows, just a small desk with the fat, greasy fucker sat behind it.

“You,” He pointed a sausage finger at me, “I don’t know who you think you are, but no one brings whores into my club.”

“Excuse me?!?” Diana exploded.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He said. He pivoted his monitor around to show all the CCTV feeds in the club. One of which, I saw with alarm, looked right down into the stockroom where I took Ria. “Yeah, fuckhead. Someone’s been stealing my liquor, so I set a camera in there to catch them. Looks like I caught you four instead.

Diana and Mitch shrank like mice before a cat. But to my surprise, Ria - all 5’ nothing of her - somehow seemed to swell with anger to fill the small room.

“How DARE you!” She shook her fist in his face, “How fucking DARE you accuse me of being a whore!”

“Don’t give me that! I saw you go in there! I have the whole thing on film!”

“That is BULLSHIT!”

“Oh yeah, why’d you go in there and let Tommy eat you out then? Huh?” Ria fumed, but she didn’t rise to that bait. “Exactly,” He said. The door opened and Goon #1 passed our coats over to Rat Face. He slipped his hand into Ria’s coat pocket and pulled out her small billfold, casually flipping through until he found her identification. “Well well, Ria, is this how we’re paying for University?” He taunted. Ria’s jaw twitched, and I briefly worried if she was going to end up in jail for murder rather than indecency.

“I think there’s been a mistake-” I tried to intervene, but he cut me off immediately.

“No mistake. I got two whores and two pimps in my club, and I should call the police right now to have you hauled away.” There was a long pause, and he didn’t reach for his phone.

“But you don’t want to.” Ria sighed.

“You are the smart one of the group, I can see that. Best tits too.” He laughed at his own joke, but none of us joined him. “I don’t like to involve the police in my business, if I can avoid it. So you can make it up to me. You wanna dance? I’ve got a gentleman’s club down the street that is short-staffed by two girls. You go down there and give me two hours of work, I call it even.”

“There is no way I am dancing in a strip club!” Diana exploded.

“My backup offer is that one of you two comes back here and sucks my dick! You’d rather that? Huh?” He snapped right back. Rat Face whipped around to me. “I saw how you were acting out there, you seem to be in charge here. So what’s it gonna be?”

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