Charisma, Hope, & A Lot of Dope

clubbing gone wrong

After getting in and out of countless clubs downtown with their fake IDs, they were finally coming to their last stop of the night. The club was called 'The Hustler', a well known strip club downtown. Cassidy had already downed at least 10 shots and had 4 glasses of some other mixed drinks Tyler ordered for her. Needless to say the lightweight was as drunk as a skunk. Cassidy was hanging out of the window letting the wind blow in her face. Tyler chuckled and slapped her ass, making her jump and hit her head. "Ouchie!" She sat back in her seat and rubbed her head, pouting. Tyler leaned over and kissed her head after parking. "We're here babe." He rolled up the windows before Cassidy got up and checked the place out. "The Hustler? Strip club?" she questioned with a brow raised.

Now I know what you're probably thinking. "Aw, he done fucked up now." No, no it was the complete opposite. In fact her final reaction was a surprise to Tyler. 

Cassidy started running for him, stumbling a bit on her way over her own heels. Tyler braced himself, expecting a few slaps on the head. What came next left the boy in shock. Once the drunk redhead made her way to Tyler, she threw her arms around his neck and swayed a bit. "Oh baby, thank you! I love  strippers, how did you know?" Without giving him a chance to answer, she had already adjusted her boobs and hair and was on her way to flirt with the bouncer. Tyler's jaw dropped, but he just shrugged it off and followed her. Cassidy pulled her fake ID out of her bra and showed it to the bouncer, being sure that her double Ds caught his eye. "So, can I go in now sir?" she said, batting her eyelashes at him, still swaying from side to side. He just nodded and smirked at her. Cassidy smiled and winked, giving him a kiss on  the cheek on her way in. Tyler came up to the bouncer and held up his ID, but the bouncer was almost in a trance from his run in with Cassidy. He nodded at Tyler like a Zombie. Tyler laughed after making it in and smacked his girlfriend's ass. "You did great babe." , he whispered in her ear.

After a few more shots and two margaritas later, Cassidy was ready to watch the strippers. She stumbled over to Tyler and leaned against him, facing the strippers. The girl looked up at him and giggled, "Hey Ty bear? Can I have some moolah moolah?" she tried to whisper whilst fist pumping. Tyler handed her about $200 in twenties and another $100 in ones. Cassidy squealed and ran up to the stage. She pushed through the men and made her way to the front of the stage. "Woo!", she exclaimed throwing twenties at the girls. One offered her a private lap dance and she gladly accepted. About thirty minutes later they made their way back out, the stripper had ones and twenties sticking out of her bra and thong. Tyler laughed when Cassidy gave him an innocent smile and a shrug. It amazed him how outgoing she was. 

Moments later, Cassidy was still very drunk and the liquid courage had her on the stage with the other strippers. She had already stripped out of her shorts and shirt, keeping her heels on. Her curvy yet slim figure now on showcase. Tyler was surprisingly not jealous, he simply joined in on the other men's cheering. Cassidy was working the pole like a pro, dancing along with the upbeat music. Tyler stared at her for a while, in a trance. What pulled him out of it though? Well, it was the one thing he feared would happen. The faint sound of sirens were heard from outside and Tyler saw those annoying lights of theirs. He looked up to see everyone else so focused on Cassidy and the other dancers. He saw this as the perfect opportunity to leave. He went out the back and hopped in his car. Forgetting Cassidy completely, he sped off taking back roads. 

Cassidy hadn't even noticed when the police barged in. They got her attention though when she was pushed against a wall and handcuffed. Her eyes widened and she looked back at them. "Hello, Officer. Are you a stripper too?", she slurred dragging out the 'o'. A few hours later she woke up in a small cell. The cops got her to put her clothes back on and she was laying on the floor. She had a massive headache. She looked around trying to figure out where she was. "What the fuck?" she touched her head lightly and winced. Suddenly she realized Tyler wasn't with her. She got up abruptly and looked for an officer. One walked in and smirked at her, "Well hello there sweetheart." He was staring at her boobs and she inwardly groaned. Perv. "Can I get my call now please?" He laughed and shook his head, "Naw sweetheart you used it and called Papa Johns. Nice try though. However, we did notify your mother and we believe she is on her way now."

Cassidy let out a sigh and took a seat. Her mother would be furious, but at least Cassidy knew she'd be there to get her out. Cassidy was still furious with Tyler. As far as she was concerned, they were over. Happy six months right? "I can't believe he left me to be put in jail!" she scoffed. The officer peered over at her and smirked again. "Aw, your little boyfriend left you? It's okay we have people out looking for him now." Cassidy's eyes lit up as she got an idea. "Hey, sir? Do you want a promotion." He looked interested but gave her a huff. "What do you say I give you information and you try to lower my bail price?" The officer thought for a moment before rising from his seat and taking a notepad and pen with him. Cassidy grinned and gave him Tyler's address and last name. He'd be screwed. The two shared a great moment and each went back to their places. Cassidy let out a sigh of relief. 

Karma's a bitch babe.