Cliff Richards wasn't the kind of guy to follow the path of the straight and narrow. During his life he managed to gain a sizable fortune, although (At no fault of his own or so he liked to tell people) he was running out of cash. Its not his fault that cocaine and hookers cost so much money. If it were up to him it'd be free for everyone to enjoy, but lucky for the rest of the world he wasn't in a political position to make such decisions.
A party boy by heart, each night he'd spend copious amounts of money to have the most beautiful woman and the best party favors anyone could ever ask for. He had many things in his home to impress people. A mahogany bar with an endless supply of alcohol, a large flat screen that covered an entire wall, a DJ booth that came with the hottest DJ in town; even small time celebrities would sometimes stop by. Cliff had definitely made a name for himself when it came to parties. Although, he always wanted to step his game up. Even though his cash flow was drying up he knew exactly what would be his next attraction.
Cliff wore nothing but a speedo with a pink bathrobe wrapped around his body as a truck began to unload a large package. "Just set it up right here boys." Cliff said with a bossy tone. The men opened a crate revealing a high-end hot tub. They quickly set it up in its designated location and soon Cliff would be having the time of his life.
Music blasted and bass rattled his home. Everybody was having a good time. Of course Cliff was partying in his new hot tub. "Come on in here baby. This is the V.I.P lounge." He called out to a woman and she agreed. Cliff was nude and had consumed a large amount of alcohol. Cocaine coursed through his veins. "This is how we do it here baby!" He laughed like a mad man, revealing his gold tooth.
The women in the tub were topless, which was just how Cliff liked them. His parties were always out of control, but this one was on a whole other level. This was his night, his whole life was leading to this point. Complete euphoria overwhelmed Cliff. He would surely go down in history for having the biggest and baddest parties his town had ever seen.
After sometime Cliff had ceaselessly fallen asleep. When he awoke he was the only one left in the hot tub. It was still early in the morning, the sun hadn't rose yet. Music could faintly be heard from the inside of his home. "Damn, I must've missed out."
The water in the tub was still, a light fog floated above it. Cliff was coming down from his high and just then, as if the god's above demanded it, Cliff vomited over the edge of the tub. That's when he noticed something strange. He felt multiple tiny pokes pressing against his body. Curious he looked to find that all of the jets had fingers poking out of them.
"What the hell am I looking at?" He said aloud then started to laugh it off. "Phew these drugs are really fucking with my head."
Then the jets turned on. Ferocious bubbles popped against his body. "Alright... that was a little weird. Is someone messing with me?" He looked over his shoulder only to find no one in sight.
He felt a powerful current begin to take ahold of him. The water began to spin him in an endless whirlpool. "What the hell is going on? Who is doing this?" He shouted as he spit out bits of water.
The temperature was rising. They call it a hot tub for a reason. The water began to boil Cliff's skin. "Cut it out! It burns you assholes!" He pleaded but no one could hear his cries for help. He violently splashed about trying to get a grip on the tub. The current was powerful but he managed to grip the side eventually. He clung on to dear life as he desperately tried to escape the clutches of this hellish hot tub.
His skin bubbled and turned a crispy-fried red. The skin melted off of his bone forcing him to give up his grip. He was at the mercy off the maniacal machine. The current viciously pulled him into the burning depths of the hot tub. Fatty bubbles rose to the top along with a tint of red. Cliff Richards boiled alive. His body floated to the top of the water and the jets ceased there tireless efforts. No one ever used that hot tub again.
