Striptease Undercover

The escape

The Niima Outpost was not too crowded that night. Lately, people would not attend that much after Rey left the club. She was the only attraction in that place for many male customers. The other strippers lacked the confidence Rey possessed while dancing on a pole. Rey was special and her sensuality drove customers to the edge. There were only three tables occupied that evening and it irritated Unkar Plutt. The bar area only had two drunkards who were on the verge of falling asleep in the counter. 

Plutt blamed Ren for his downfall. The rich bastard took Rey away from his wrath practically succeeding in the end. He wanted Ren's head on a plate, continue to make him suffer. Plutt also wondered about his condition after the beating he received a week ago. Armitage Hux never answered his calls and was just another traitor in his black list. Someday, he was going to get revenge on Hux too for such contempt. 

"Waiter!" He yelled at the young male serving drinks around the place. 

The waiter quickly approached his boss cowardly, "Y-yes sire?" 

"Bring me another drink, and this time, don't take to long!" He ordered madly turning to look at the girl dancing on the pole. She was no Rey and never will. "And you! Take off your  top already, dammit!" 

His club was going to hell, no doubt about it. It wasn't convenient to close it up either. Plutt would go bankrupt soon and needed to pay his bills. The fine group gentlemen that used to reserved the same table also stopped attending the club. They treated him like a miserable piece of garbage who was inferior to their status. 

When the young waiter brought his drink, the show got abruptly interrupted by a group of police officers stepping inside the club. Plutt turned around holding his drink to look at the officers. The music stopped and the topless stripper slowly retired backstage. 

"Unkar Plutt," one officer called out to him. 

He stood up and noticed the few customers started leaving the place murmuring to each other. "Yes?" 

"We're here to check all the club's surveillance cameras. Show us to them." The officer ordered moving closer to Plutt. 

"And why the hell should I? Where's the warrant?" 

The man took out a light blue paper from his jacket, "Here it is." He showed it closer for Plutt to see it. "There was an incident a week ago were the owner of The First Order got severely attacked in one of the VIP rooms. Cameras may prove this case and your innocence, Mr. Plutt."

"That bloody bastard! How dare he.."

"Will you show them to us or should we put you into an arrest? You decide." The officer interrupted him. Plutt saw the other cops taking their handcuffs out of their belts, waiting for an order. 

"Alright, copper. I'll let you pigs check my cameras. Mr. Ren used to be a client here interested in one of my dancers." 

The officer sent a group of other cops to check the VIP rooms and take the cameras with them. "We don't care if Ren attended this low life place, Mr. Plutt. An attack is still a crime in the eyes of justice." 

After hours of seeing all surveillance cameras, Plutt was put under arrest and taken out of the club handcuffed. The blobfish didn't resist but needed to formulate a plan to make Ren and Rey pay for this. People in the streets watched as he got escorted to a police car. The club was then closed under police investigation. 

"Dinner was wonderful," Leia said to Kylo and Rey who also finished their food. "Your fiance is a good cook."