Valarie is "helped out"... Again

Valarie couldn't believe this. She was naked. She was covered in dried mud. She stank to high heaven due to her recent skunk attack. And now, as the DJ put on some generic techno beat, she was expected to dance for these idiots!

"I am not dancing for you perverted creeps!" Valarie snapped as she stomped her foot, causing her body to jiggle and earn some laughs from the crowd.

"Is there a problem?" One of the strippers asked as she and a coworker stepped on the stage.

"Apart from you not knowing what soap is?" The second woman asked, holding her nose.

"Listen, I've been having the worst day of my life!" Valarie whined, annoyed by the second woman's comment. "And I don't need some stupid bitch's comments from the peanut gallery! What I really need is someone to help me out!"

"What did you just call me, Fat Ass?!" The second woman snarled, only to stop as the stripper stopped her. As her friend and coworker whispered into her ear with an evil grin, the second woman smirked. "So, you want someone to help you out, eh, Stinky?"

And as Valarie realized that she had fallen into the same trap again, it was at this point that Valarie realized that the second woman was dressed as a bouncer. And was practically ninety-nine percent muscle.

She gulped and chuckled nervously.

"AND STAY OUT!" The Bouncer shouted as she tossed the naked woman out the front door, Valarie landing on her ass on the sidewalk as the other woman slammed the door.

Valarie groaned as she got back up to her feet. Looking around nervously, her eyes widened as she realized that she was only five blocks away from the record store!

And that a large crowd of people who were waiting in line at the strip club were staring right at her.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Valarie squealed as she slapped her arms over herself, racing past the the laughing, cheering, and jeering line as she made a mad dash for her work.