Pretty damn good

Joey Lavine leaned against the DJ station, his arms crossed, surveying his domain. Word of mouth had spread quickly and his formerly empty club was now packed from wall to wall. Amy Adams was completely nude one one side of the stage being motorboated by a customer. Elizabeth Olsen was on the other end of the platform in the middle of her set. She was clad only in a scarlet thong and matching thigh-high boots. She was running her hands over her ample breasts and gyrating her hips inches in front of the face of a young man seated before her.

Sydney "Synn" Sweeney was in the same VIP room she'd been occupying for hours. She was taking yet another dick in her well used ass while smoking a freshly lit Newport. Carrie Underwood was giving a lap dance, discreetly jerking her customer off out of view of the bouncer and the other patrons. Alexandria Daddario was in the VIP room adjacent to Synn on her knees with a mouthful of her customer's dick.

This unfortunately led to the first hiccup of his new life as an entrepreneur. A well groomed man in a business suit approached Joey. He produced a badge, identifying himself as a police officer. He tried to speak, but his voice was drowned out by the raucous crowd and the thumping music. Joey gestured in the direction of his office and the cop followed.

They entered the office and Joey shut the door behind them. He gestured to a chair and took a seat behind his desk. The undercover officer sat on the other side of the desk.

"Mr. Lavine, I'm Detective Jennings and we've got quite a problem."

"What would that problem be Detective?"

"You've got several violations at this time. You're well over the approved population limit for a building of this size, this is in violation of the fire code. There have been multiple reports of your dancers performing sexual favors. There have also been reports of **** use on the premises. And you're in excess of the noise limit for the district. These are very serious allegations, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to shut down this establishment until my investigation has concluded."

"Isn't that a bit hasty for a couple of minor violations and a bunch of hearsay?"

"Mr. Lavine, I expect your full cooperation in this matter. Otherwise I will arrest you for obstruction of justice."

Joey reached into the safe under his desk and pulled out a stack of hundred dollar bills. He placed the cash on the desk.

"Isn't there some way to resolve the matter without an investigation?"

"Are you attempting to bribe me?"

"Of course not Detective. In order to cooperate with your investigation, I have to go out into the club and inform my customers that we are going to be closed indefinitely. And I'd hate for you to be unattended and bored while I'm away. So I'm simply leaving that money in case you want to tip the young ladies who will be entertaining you while I'm away."

Joey knocked twice on the rear entrance to his office. Seconds later, the door to the adjoining alley opened, revealing Ariel Winter and Emma Stone. Ariel was dressed in a leather corset, a leather miniskirt, a black thong, a matching garter, black fishnet stockings, and a pair of black Mary Janes. Emma was clad in a white lace bra and thong, a gray plaid skirt, also a matching garter and fishnets, and a pair of saddle shoes,

"Emma, Ariel please make sure the detective is thoroughly entertained while I'm gone."