’ We can’t involve the cops now. ’
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Whose idea was it to go to a strip club and proposition an extremely voluptuous, attractive dancer is BEYOND Elaine––it was likely her idea, in all honesty; she’s a bit cross-faded to remember. Regardless, it started off as innocently as a night at the entertainment bar can go, the duo enjoy a couple lap dances before one of them (Elaine) asking one particular BEAUTY to come back with them. It’s been a k i n k of hers to watch as two people have sex, something she found to always get her off, especially if one of those people is C H E S T E R.
So, they book a hotel room for a single night to let their wildest fantasies run free. The pair settle on the bed, reveling in their high as the stripper gets freshened up in the bathroom, but a couple minutes turn to TEN. Annoyed, the male gets up to check on her to find the female entertainer on the floor against the wall, eyes rolled back in a d e l i r i o u s state. On the bathroom counter, there’s lines of cocaine––a couple of which have clearly been tampered with and sniffed.
He freaks out coming out of the bathroom with wide eyes and a nervous look on his face. As soon as the words fall from his mouth, Elaine scrambles off the bed, unceremoniously tumbling to the floor, before finding her footing once more, “ WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? ” She shrieks and finds that the beautiful stripper too doped up and ruining the name the designer kindly adorned her, bringing upon a repulsive sensation in the pit of her belly.
“ FUCK. FUCK. Do we dip ? ”