Frank has owned his own architectural business called, Frank & Sense, and has been quite successful for years. But the recent downturn in the housing market has buyers making offers on houses that are already built, since the prices are way below market value and new construction is so costly right now in the area. Two years ago Frank purchased a restored 1967 corvette and financed 75% of the $70K purchase price with the local branch of our bank. The third past due payment has just come due. For the last month Frank has made promise after promise that he will start to catch up on his payments. Frank still drives the vehicle on the weekends; especially when the weather is cooperative and it is suspected that he keeps it locked periodically in the garage that came with the property that he had bought when he opened up his shop. It is a brick house that he renovated to meet his business needs.
"I'm worried about repo'ing a high value vehicle and not having it damaged in the process by an angry owner," Steve told his family as they gathered at the shop to start another work day. "We need to have this man completely away from the vehicle when we take it. I do not want anyone hurt in this operation." Steve passed around a picture that was also included with the fax of the car and the owner's driver license.
"Hey, I know this car. I have seen my friend Susan with a man in this car. I didn't pay much attention to the guy, but the car was dazzling and it caught my attention," Darlene said as she held the picture of the car in her hands. "Let me call Susan and see what I can find out."
Darlene pulled the Rolodex closer and looked up Susan's number. It was only a few rings later when she heard Susan's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello, Vanderveen residence."
"Susan, its Darlene."
"Hey Darlene, how are you?"
"I'm doing great. How about you?"
"I'm doing okay I guess. I have been dating this guy who has this gorgeous car, and we broke up last night. I think he has the 20 year old itch, and my 40 year body doesn't scratch it well enough for him anymore," Susan said in a dejected tone.
"Wow, I'm sorry to hear about that. But since we're on the subject, what was the guy's name that you were dating?" Darlene asked.
"It was Frank. Why do you ask?" Susan wondered.
"Well, you know we are in the repo business, and I have seen you and him riding around from time to time in a 'vette, and I recognized the car when we got the repo notice on it. I hate to ask, but do you know where he keeps the car regularly?"
"Not really, as he always picked me up at my house and dropped me off before going home, or wherever he went. I didn't know he wasn't making his car payments. It serves him right for ditching me to have to lose his car. I can tell you this. He goes to the strip club out on Hwy 101 a few towns over on Friday nights."
"Yep, I know the place. I've driven by it going to the Wal-Mart," Darlene remarked.
Susan continued, "They have a contest every Friday night where local girls can compete for prize money, and he can't miss going there and looking at all the young hot bodies. Sometimes he drives the 'vette, especially if the weather is going to be good."
Suddenly a plan formed in Darlene's mind.
"Thanks so much Susan, I owe you big time."
Darlene hung up the phone and turned to her daughter Denise.
"Hey hon, how would you like to possibly make some money and help us retrieve a car?"
"Whatever it takes mom, I'm willing."
Darlene sat down with the family and discussed her idea. A lot of it would be chancy, as they would be "flying by the seat of their pants" as Darlene put it. But Denise was not only a beautiful girl, she was a quick thinker at the same time, so Darlene was confident that Denise could pull it off.
On Friday evening Darlene loaded Denise and Sambo into the SUV and took them to the club, where she dropped them off and then went back home to spend some quality time with Steven.
When they entered the club, Denise looked hesitantly at Sambo, as if she were having second thoughts. Sambo winked his wicked little grin, assuring Denise that everything would be okay.
While Denise went behind the stage to get registered and ready for the contest, Sambo walked slowly about the room, watching for any sign of Frank. Finally he saw Frank come in the club and sit near the front of the stage at a table by himself. Sambo wandered over to the table and asked if he could join him at the table, so he could have a good seat for the show.
"Sure, have a seat. I'm here for the night by myself, and there is no reason to waste a good seat for the show. By the way, I'm Frank," he said as he raised his hand to shake Sambos' hand.
"Hi, my name is Sam," Sambo said as he pulled the chair out from the table to sit down. "Waitress, I need a Budâ„¢," Sambo told the girl as she passed their table with her tray. The waitress nodded her acceptance of the order and headed for the bar to fill it.
"My sister is entering the contest tonight. She is really hot, and I think she has a very good chance to win."
"Really? You'll have to point her out to me when she comes on stage."
"Sure thing."
Frank and Sambo sat back and drank their beers, their eyes scanning the room for any girls to make conversation with. It seemed that any girl that would be worth talking to must have been behind the curtains, as the room was mainly filled with a bunch of horny guys "high fiving" each other and making cat calls as some of the girls made their way to the rear of the stage.
Without any warning, the lights in the club dimmed to an almost darkness and a man in his 30's came out on the stage, and the spotlight immediately shone down upon him.
"Ladies, and especially you gentlemen out there, welcome to the greatest show on earth! We are going to be in for a treat here tonight with all of the hot bodies that have shown up here tonight, willing to put themselves on display just for you. For anyone who is new here tonight, there are just a couple of rules. You can look, but don't touch. If you want to show your appreciation towards the ladies, they will approach the edge of the stage for you to insert your hundred dollar bills," the MC laughed at that comment and smiled really big towards the ladies that were waiting at the back of the stage. "Seriously, you are only allowed to insert the bills on the sides of the bikinis where the side strap crosses the body. Any touching on the front or back of the girl's bodies will get you thrown out and you will be barred from ever returning. The other rule is to make sure that you clap and cheer your favorite contestant on, as it is the first time for some of these girls, and the more you hoot and holler, the more you will get them to perform for you when they start to lose their inhibitions."
The MC stepped to the side of the stage, and the first contestant walked to the front of the stage where the pole was.
"Let's all give it up for our first contestant, Tiffany," the MC said loudly into the microphone, and then he exited the stage and went to a chair located near the back corner of the stage on the floor.
Tiffany started to dance her routine, but she was definitely new to pole dancing, and Frank and Sambo glanced at her while she danced as they talked.
"Hey, have you ever been to one of these contests?" Sambo asked Frank.
"I come here a lot of times for them. It's fun to watch the girls perform, and sometimes you get some that are really talented."
"This is my first time to ever come here, but I'm looking forward to it. I feel funny saying this about my sister, but she is hot so I'm curious to see how she does at dancing."
Just then Tiffany finished her dance and exited the stage. Two others, Amber and Paula went next. Both of them had danced in the competition before, and Sambo and Frank found themselves building tents in their pants as they watched the bodies swaying and wrapping around the pole in front of them. All 3 of the girls had plenty of guys putting money in their outfits at the end of each performance. As Paula was walking off of the stage, Sambo recognized the outline of the next contestant, and as they announced her and she walked out on the stage, Sambo leaned over to Frank and said, "This is my sister Denise."
Denise grabbed the shiny pole and started to walk around in a 360 degree circle, giving a display of her scantily clad body to the entire club.