A few more dances and Jon was really working up a sweat. The bikini he wore was practically dripping from the moisture his body was creating. He loved keeping the same bikini on the entire night though, the sweat made him look and feel sexy, but he loved what he would do for his next dance.
He dug through the costumes and pulled out the cop's uniform. He squeezed into the tight blue shorts, put on the cap, grabbed a belt with cuffs and a fake gun, and donned the top, which was clearly meant for someone with a big rack. He tore most of the clothes off on stage leaving him back in just his bikini, the boots, the cap, and the belt. He leaned over a customer, and then the customer pulled out cuffs of his own and slapped them on Jon. He pulled out a badge and explained he was an undercover cop.
But then the world shifted again. Suddenly, it wasn't the man putting cuffs around Jon's hands, Jon was cuffing the man. Though he still wore the bikini and boots, Jon was now a cop. He saw the guy sitting there as underage, despite clearly looking to be about 40.
"Thanks, Mike!" Jon nodded to the greasy man who had been his boss moments before, "You're always helpful about these underage brats who sneak in."
Jon placed the man in the back of the squad car and sat in front.
"Where do you live, young man?"
The man was silent.
"Very well, I'll bring you to the station, and we'll work this out."
Jon now thought he was a cop, but also thought nothing of the fact that he was still wearing a bikini and heeled boots.
