Stacy looked around to see where she was. She felt like a prisoner as a bright Searchlight pinned her. Then she noticed the giant pools.
“ wait giant pools searchlights I didn’t just escape from prison like in a cool movie,” Stacy says face palming.
“I’m on the stage at the” boom Stacy Falls on her butt.
“ Strip” boom Stacy falls on her butt again.
“ Club” then another boom and a blaring voice that Stacy can only half make out. Another boom follows Stacy falling on her butt feeling like that scene at the beginning of Jurassic Park.
“ why bothered geting up holy!” Stacy shouts seeing a giant stripper. Coming on stage, she’s in all black. Black heels with black shorts, and a black shirt. With a motorcycle vest atop it, and chains around it. With a skull tattoo on her arm, and a choker. She’s a sight to behold and Stacy knows who this is. The friend Amber wanted them to chill with.
A party girl named Bones, a girl who might or might not. Stacy was unsure was part of a motorcycle gang. The Hells Angels, maybe The Pagans or The Sons Of Anarchy. Stacy wasn’t sure but Amber had said she loved to party, and that was why they were here. But now Stacy felt more fear as the girl walked toward her. Her heels click terrifying to Stacy.
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