It goes as well as it could

Casey, Lisa, and 40 cent come into the strip club.

Women were dancing, showing off their ass and tits while money rained on them.

Casey holds her fingers to one, "Ohh, look at that one."

Lisa slaps Cassey's hand, "Down girl. Stop thinking with your pussy and remember why we are here."

"And why are we here, damn." Casey says waving her fingers from the slap that Lisa got her.

Lisa looks around and points to a booth in the corner, "There, that's whose we are suppose to meet. Now shut up and let me do the talking and remember no screw ups."

"Fine. fine."

40 Cent just chuckles.

Casey looks at him, "Aw shut up."