This choice: Shrink some more strippers • Go Back...Chapter #5Trouble at the Strip Club by: rockstatic  You decide that if you're going to leave with one stripper, why not take a bunch more? It might be fun to take them all home and play with them, or, better yet, have them all play with you. Plus, you shrank your first stripper without a problem, so how hard could it be to shrink a few more?
You even come up with a terrific plan. You walk out into the lobby, where you see a pay phone with a phone booth under it. After checking to make sure no one's watching, you pull out the gun, set it to "transform," and turn the phone book into a stack of $100 bills. Then you head to the front desk and ask to talk to the owner, slipping the guy in reception a hundred dollars for his trouble.
When the owner comes out, you tell him you'd like to get a private show from five strippers at once in a back room. "We don't do that here," he says gruffly. "You get the chicks on the stage and a private lap dance with one of them. That's it."
"I still think you should make an exception," you say, taking out your stack of hundreds. You hand him about fifteen bills. "There's a lot more of that afterwards too, if you think you can be convinced." He stares back at you, then tells one of his associates to start rounding up some girls. You smile.
Soon, you're led to a private room in the back. It's not too well-furnished, but then again they seem to be serious that they don't do this kind of thing a lot. After a couple of minutes of waiting, you're treated to the site of five truly gorgeous women walk in. All beautiful, with fantastic physiques, you immediately realize you've made a terrific move. The show starts immediately, with the girls thrusting and writhing practically on top of you. Best of all, you discover that they've been instructed to let you touch and grab pretty much anything you want. You definitely get your money's worth.
Once you've had some fun, you decide it's time to shrink the girls and take them home. "OK, now I want to try something with my toy gun," you say to the strippers, to make sure they don't scream when you pull out the gun. It works like a charm (they don't seem too smart) and you shrink them all with ease. You pick them up, and put them all in your pocket with that other stripper Kendra you shrank earlier. It's getting a little crowded in your pocket though, so you decide to leave the club.
Unfortunately, the owner of the club is standing outside the door waiting, with a stern expression on his face. Maybe he wanted to make sure everything went right for your special high-priced dance.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He speaks in a calm tone that makes you think he's just getting ready to kick your ass. Nonetheless, you don't feel like playing his game. Maybe the gun and its powers have gone to your head. Of course, maybe you shouldn't have had three drinks while waiting for the lap dance either.
"Whatever I feel like, all right? How about you leave me alone." You brush past him and start walking down the hallway back to the main dancefloor, until you hear a click behind you. It's a troubling sound.
"Not until you tell me what you did with all my girls." You turn back around, and sure enough, the owner is pointing a gun at you. This is not what you planned for. "Don't think I won't do this," he says. "No one fucks with me in my club. Now where are the girls?" | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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