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College. I'm at McDonald's with a friend. In walk two hot chicks with a ~2 yr old kid and they head over to the FunZone. He's playing in the ball pit, they order and sit at the table next to us. I'd rate them a 10 and 9.5, or a 12 and 11.5 on a mountain town scale. We strike up a conversation and find out they know the owner of the gym on my friend's t-shirt. Nice guy, we know him too. Conversation continues and my friend has the balls to ask for their number and gets it. Weekend rolls around and we call the number. No answer. Monday we call again. 10 picks up. They work on weekends but there's a party at this club on Thurs night, do we want to meet them there? Hell yes! We go.
The "club" is a converted warehouse in an industrial section of the city. The highlight of the evening is Rick James walking in wearing a full length fox fur coat along with his entourage. Hey, this place is cool. It comes to light during the evening that these two girls are strippers and work at one of the higher end establishments in the city. It wasn't entirely a shock but what actually was? 10 was sorta married. But he wasn't around we were told so hence the sorta part. The kid made sense now too. I'm thinking I'd better stick to 9.5 for the evening and leave 10 to my friend. I was only giving up 0.5 point in exchange for what seemed to be a less dicey situation and they were hitting it off.
Due to the kid having a babysitter, the girls had to get home sorta early but invited us back to their place. The lived together in an apartment on the 2nd floor of a house. This whole thing was weirding me out a bit now but 10 and my friend were really hitting it off. In for a penny, in for a pound I reasoned, so 9.5 and I were having some low key fun on the couch while my friend and 10 migrated into her bedroom. Then,
*Bam!*
9.5 jumps up and goes to the window. It was a car door slamming in the street in front of the house. She completely freaks out and and starts pounding on 10's door yelling that Frank was there. I'm not sure who Frank was but I sensed he had something to do with her being sorta married and shit was about to hit the fan. 10 is now frantic, and tells us we have to jump out the window. It's a big drop into a bush. I consider taking my chances with Frank. After all, I'm with 9.5 not 10. But I reason I'm guilty by association. It's amazing how fast a mind can work through a decision tree of outcomes sometimes. Fuck it. I jump putting my hands over my eyes so they don't get speared by the sticks. It probably hurt a lot but my adrenaline was pumping hard. I worked my way out of the bush and ran down the street full speed. I think my friend landed in the same bush or maybe a different one, but he's also sprinting behind me.
Next day we were pretty banged up from the fall but glad to be alive.
Never went back to that McDonald's ever again. Never did find out who Frank was either.
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