After my recent run is with the SAS, I thought I'd hide out in a strip club not too far from the Motel where they busted me. Might as well relax whilst the agents were pre-occupied with sorting out the mess I've created. I should have bought a couple of hours before they send new agents after me.<br /><br />The strip club was called Cheetahs and they had some fine women dancing for the sleezy patrons that occupied the place. I sat down at a booth right next to the stage and ordered a gin and tonic from a hot barmaid wearing nothing but a fishnet body stocking, which displayed her tiny g-string wedged in between her luscious behind. "Coming right up," Candy replied, before going to place my order into the system.<br /><br />Suddenly I was approached a preppy looking asshole, with sleeked hair and glass which looked quite expensive. The prick was in a nice business suit; you can tell he was rich. Probably an entitled brat that had rich parents, I thought to myself.<br /><br />"Can you go somewhere pal? That's my booth you're sitting in. Me and the boys always sit here," the prick said try to shoo me away. I was about to reply, but the rest of his friends quickly surrounded him. I knew this was not the time nor place to be dealing with rich dumb jocks, specially since they all looked like they could kick my ass any second.<br /><br />"I don't want trouble, I'll move. Enjoy your seats fellas," I said, a little pissed off, but what could I do. As I was walking away, I heard the guy say to his friends, "What a little bitch." This pissed me off even more.&nbsp;<br /><br />I sat down on a table not far away as I contemplated what to do. Candy cam back and handed me my gin and tonic. "Don't mind them honey, they're all pricks. I guess that's why I never got into guys, coz of assholes like them." She said setting the drink down and walking toward their booth to take their orders. How unfortunate, Candy was a lesbian, who would have thought. But suddenly what I had planned didn't seem to bad now that I knew that information.<br /><br />I downed my gin and tonic and stood up. I called out to the prick with glasses, "Hey dickwad! Have a nice life!" I pressed the button and swapped his head with Candy's. Suddenly his preppy, annoying looking mug was on top of Candy's banging body covered in fishnet. He must not have noticed yet, because when he turned to me he was still smiling, probably thinking about the lapdances he was about to pay for. His boys, all simultaneously spat out their drinks when they saw his new body. The pricked looked down and grabbed his new breasts. "What the fuck!?" I heard him scream as I was walking towards the exit. <br /><br /><br />Meanwhile, Candy, who was suddenly in a business suit and now sporting a massive erection, dropped her tray and ran straight passed me towards the ladies room.&nbsp;<br /><br />I exited the club and immediately boarded a taxi who was waiting outside. "5th Ave please," I said to the taxi driver and it took off. I looked behind and saw the prick running after the taxi, breasts flailing around. I flipped him off as the taxi turned the corner.&nbsp;