I made a rare visit to a club with a wingman. I decided to just go up to the VIP lounge and drink a few beers on the couch. My buddy grabs a willing spinner and takes her to a private room so he can park the beef bus in tuna town. Supposedly the 30-minute rooms have full beds.
I take in the main floor as I browse my smartphone. Just then, the five-o enter the club: three cops decked out in bulletproof vests scurrying around every corner of the club. I panic as they seem to be heading towards the private room my wingman is banging a stripper in. What do I do? Do I jump in front of the cops and try to stall them? Do I call my friend on his phone, which he probably won't pick up as he is caught in the moment? If he gets caught in the act by the police and arrested for prostitution, he will lose his career, his family, and wear the scarlet letter for the rest of his life. All of those college degrees and years of hard work would've been for nothing. I can see my friend's life disappear as the cops' flashlights illuminate the curtains and corners.
Then as quickly as it happened, it is over. The police regroup and head for the door, not walking into the private area. Maybe they were just surveying the gayngsters and nignogs in the club. Maybe they were looking for drugs. Or maybe they know what goes on in the back and take payment from the club to look the other way.
The Parker Brothers don't know anything about Risk.
Have any of you had close calls or worse in regards to law enforcement getting nosy in strip clubs?


I am curious. In all honesty, what happens if the cops really did catch you with your pants down in the club?