Back in the car...

 

 

"Where are we goin' now, Jeanie?"  Sam was still groggy.  "I still need to get my clothes."

 

"Yeah I--wow, I guess this would be this place huh?"

 

Jeanie pulled into the parking lot of the strip club by the name of "Kitties Galore."  When Sam got out the car, Jeanie began primping herself.  She unbuttoned her blouse lower, teased her hair a little bit, and reapplied her lip gloss.

 

"Wow, you're hot."  Sam said.

 

"Focus."  Jeanie puckered her lips.  "Follow my lead."

 

She strode to the entrance of 'Kitties Galore' as though she owned the very pavement she walked on.  Upon getting to the entrance their forward progress was stopped by a burly man in a suit.

 

"Um--hi.  My name is Roxie, and I'm starting here tonight."  Jeanie caught eye contact with the bouncer.  "We're late and I--"

 

"Don't I know you?"  The bouncer asked Sam.  "Yeah you tried to come in here with a damn dead cougar!"

 

"Nah homie, but know this: if she don't make no money, I don't make no money."  Sam followed.  "And we can't have that, can we?  It's pimpin', Pimpin'."

 

Jeanie's smile, curves, and the $50 she produced from her cleavage, were all the ID they would need to walk in and gain access to the strip club where approximately 2 hours ago, Sam himself stripped.

 

"And she wasn't dead."  Sam mumbled as they walked in the club.

 

"Oh hey, what's up man?"  A man grabbed Sam's arm handing him a flash drive.  "Yo, you left this with me when you went on stage.  Takes a lot of balls to strip to 'Guile's Theme' and make no money at it.  All this time as a DJ, and I never saw that before.  You might wanna stay from downstairs, though."

 

"Guile's Theme?  Yeah, why not?  It goes with everything."  Sam shook his head.

 

"At least we know where your clothes are."  Jeanie said.

 

 

"Where?"

 

 

"Downstairs.  The place you may wanna stay away from."  Jeanie repeated the DJ's cryptic warning.  "Of course that's where your clothes are.  That's so you it's almost sad at this point."

 

 

Heading downstairs they were initially cautious of the man in the loud, lime green suit, but Sam's left shin started to itch again.

 

"What are you doing?"  Jeanie whispered.

 

"I think I got a rash or something, my shin is itching like crazy.

 

Sam rolled back the pant leg on his sweatpants only for two teeth to fall into his palm.  And as if that wasn't enough...

 

"There he is, daddy!"  A stripper exclaimed.  "That's the man who kicked Pearl's teeth out of her mouth!"

 

 

<_*_>

 

 

2 Hours Earlier.

 

 

A sweaty, naked Sam stumbled down the stairs.  He looked at the two strippers: Pearl and Vanilla Skye and initiated a conversation with them.

 

"Are dey--are dey always that cheap up there."  He looked for the edge of the counter to prop himself up.  "I mean I--I dance my butt off, and I dance my butt off, and I work hard."

 

Pearl patted him on the back.

 

"We strippers gotta--gotta stick together, y'know?"  Sam patted Pearl on her back as she sat down.  "Maybe we could form like--like a union or sumthin'; get some insurance."

 

"That is like--so smart."  Pearl added.  "It's like this one time me and Daddy were watching American Ninja V--great sequel by the way--anyway we...."

 

Maybe it was whatever was flowing through his system, or maybe it was just the way she said sequel after saying  'American Ninja V' but Sam's scowl appeared on his face.  He cracked a brutal roundhouse kick to Pearl's face, causing her to fall to the ground in a bloody heap.  Sam then turned his attention to Vanilla Skye growling at her.

 

 

"If Michael Dudikoff ain't in it, it ain't American Ninja, say it!!"

 

 

"IfMichaelDudikoffain'tinit,itain'tAmericanNinja!  IfMichaelDudikoffain'tinit,itain'tAmericanNinja!"  Vanilla Skye blurted, terrified for her life.

 

"Good. I gotta git out of here Banilla.  I gotta bed this cougar in my car.  Love you."   

 

 

He stumbled towards the fire exit.

 

 

<_*_>

 

 

Presently.

 

 

 

With the high steadily coming down, it was time for Sam to face the music for his actions.  That 'music' stands about 6'4 and weighs 251 pounds in a custom lime green suit.

 

 

"Lemme tell you somethin, bruh."  The green pimp began.  "You see this chain 'round my neck, huh?  You know what it stands for?"

 

Sam shook his head.

 

"Making Easy Money Pimpin' Hoes In Style--M.E.M.P.H.I.$. muh'fucka."  He stepped towards the former wrestling champion.  "Vanilla Skye and Pearl, them's mine girls, and when you knock Pearl's teeth out, you messin' with my merchandise, my money."

 

"Look we're very sorry about--"

 

"Nah, pretty thing.  You don't interrupt M.E.M.P.H.I.$. when he's talkin'.  But you gon' learn your place.  Skye, bless daddy's hand."

 

 

Vanilla Skye walked to M.E.M.P.H.I.$. hand and kissed it.  M.E.M.P.H.I.$ then performed a spinning back fist which he's been known to call the 'Divine Right Hand of Correction'.  Sam stepped in front of it, absorbing the impact for Jeanie and in the process dazing himself more than already was at this point.  Appreciative of Sam's sacrifice Jeanie took advantage connecting with her own spinning hook kick, driving her pointed heel into M.E.M.P.H.I.$. neck causing him to slump down against the wall.

 

 

"Hey there's my clothes."  Sam stood to his feet.

 

 

Still dazed from being 'Divinely Corrected,' Sam stumbled towards his pile of clothes balled in a corner.  He put his belongings: a wallet, and cell phone into the pocket of his current attire. 

 

"Um, Sam...we need to go."  Jeanie warned.  "Now."

 

 

Pearl, with teeth missing, came from behind a curtain brandishing a tec-9.

 

 

"I'm gonna thoot you bathturds!"  She cried.

 

 

"That's right Pearl, handle Daddy's bidness!"  M.E.M.P.H.I.$. shouted from the floor.

 

 

Making a quick exit of the running variety, Sam and Jeanie left "Kitties Galore" as the bullets started flying. Speeding off down Tilden St, they were glad this leg of their journey was over.

 

"Who's car is this anyway?"  Jeanie asked, slowing down.

 

"Don't know but it smells like that cougar in here.  So I probably--"  He was interrupted by his text alert on his phone.  Which he read aloud.  "Call me, I am at the gym."

 

"Who was that?"  Jeanie asked. 

 

"I don't know, they ain't leave a name."  Sam tried to go over his texts.  "Let's get back to the gym, though."

 

When Sam and Jeanie pulled up to the gym, the only thing that was there, was Sam's car.  No sign of anybody else.  Sam got out and walked around before Jeanie let him back into private gym they rented for this weekend. 

 

 

 

Of course there's more to this story...Stay Tuned.