Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body glitter and a light sheen of sweat. Amy would letter find out their names were Cherry Pepper and Lulu) writhed around the pole and fondled each other as men threw dollar bills on the stage, Amy was writing a first draft email on her phone that she planned on sending to corporate tomorrow, explaining in full detail how allowing the sales dept to facilitate business with clients at strip clubs was an inappropriate and unnecessary use of company resources. Especially this one. Of all the sleazy strip clubs in Sierra Diabla,
America's Moist Wanted
was perhaps the worst; dark, dank and with a reddish haze over the place from the bad 80's neon lighting. And the place had a stupid name, even by strip club standards.
Amy was blonde, 5'6", very pretty and her business attire was "sassy-casual" (a term that she had made up) with white blouse unbuttoned at the top, short white skirt (with thong underwear to avoid panty-lines), a cute pair of knee-length black go-go boots and stylish glasses that accentuated her pert nose, cute freckles and blue eyes. Amy was an assistant director of human resources and had been assigned as the official chaperone for the sales team to make sure that things didn't get out of hand.
That'll give me an advantage over that bitch, Theresa
Amy thought as she worked on her presentation.
Cherry, the red-headed stripper (pretty face with a prominent nose & cheekbones and intense expressive green eyes) made eye-contact with Amy and waved her forward to join them onstage, which was met by cheers from her semi-drunk, sales team coworkers who chanted,
"AMY! AMY! AMY!"
"C'mon sweetie, bring that sexy body up here and let's give your friends a show!" Cherry said as she waved.
Looking up from her phone, Amy put on her practiced, semi-condescending smile and body language that said,
Thanks, but I'm good.
Not giving up, Cherry said, "C'mon, honey, don't be bashful. Let's have some fun together!"
Amy shouted over the crowd, "That's a tempting offer, but I don't think my boyfriend would approve, but thanks anyway." This was sort of a half-truth, as her fiance, Dan, a rookie cop for the Sierra Diabla PD, had recently broken up with her suddenly and without explanation, but he definitely would disapprove of her cavorting with strippers.
The strippers put on sad pouting faces (Cherry looking sincerely disappointed) as the guys booed Amy for not being a good sport.
Looking around the club, Amy noticed that a few of her people seemed to be missing. Walking towards a hallway at the back of the darkened club, Amy heard the sounds of 2014's sales team leader, Bill Grosbeck having sex with a stripper/whore.
No. No fucking way is this crap happening on my watch!
Amy thought as she dialed the number for the Sierra Diabla Police Department.
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After 40 minutes waiting in the inside lobby, Amy saw the red & blue police lights and thought,
Finally!.
Amy left the lobby and approached the two police officers. Both were caucasian, middle-aged, somewhat stocky with short hair, wide faces and looked tired. One was a man, one was a woman.
"Hi officers, I'm the one that--" was all Amy got out before the male cop gently grabbed her by the arm.
"Sorry sweetie, we got an anonymous tip about acts of prostitution going on in your club and we have to check it out. You know the drill; hang out in lock-up for a few hours and then you'll be out." the male cop said with a semi-apologetic look on his simple face.
Amy rolled her eyes, shrugged off the officers hand on her arm and said, "What? No, you idiots, I'm the--" was all she got out before the female cop had roughly spun her around and slammed her face down on the hood of the car.
"And
that
is insulting an officer and resisting arrest!" the female cop said as she cuffed Amy's hands behind her back. As the stocky peace-officer threw Amy into the back of the squad car (ignoring her outraged protests of innocense), other squad cars arrived for the raid on
America's Moist Wanted
. As the officers walked away to join in on the raid, Amy kicked against the door in rage, prompting both officers to turn around and give her a
Hey Now!
look.
Over the next few minutes, Amy watched as other patrol cars and paddy wagons arrived and started loading up strippers, bar patrons and her co-workers into them
but no sign of 2014's sales team leader, Bill Grosbeck
Amy thought to herself. Amy was so fixated on looking for Bill Grosbeck, that she was completely surprised when her lefthand door opened and Lulu, the mixed race Black/Korean stripper
was ushered into the squadcar and sat down next to her and smiled. Just then, the righthand door opened and the curly-redheaded stripper entered ("Watch your head, Cherry." the female cop said) and sat on her other side.
Eyes and smile going wide as she recognized Amy, Cherry Pepper said, "Holy shit! Look who it is, Amy! What're you doing here?"
Amy gave a barely-civil nod, thin smile and said, "There's been a misunderstanding." there was an edge to her voice.
"Uh oh, you're wearing cuffs. Only bad girls get the cuffs..." Cherry said and then made a