Mike decides that if he’s going to leave with one stripper, why not take a bunch more? It might be fun to take them all home and play with them, or, better yet, have them all play with him. Plus, he shrank his first stripper without a problem, so how hard could it be to shrink a few more?
He even comes up with a terrific plan. He walks out into the lobby, where he sees a bowl with a pile of mints in it. After checking to make sure no one's watching, he pulls out the gun, sets it to "transform," and turns each mint into a stack of $100 bills. Then he heads to the front desk and asks to talk to the owner, slipping the guy in reception a couple C-notes for his trouble.
When the owner comes out, Mike tells him he'd like to get a private show from five strippers at once in a back room. "We don't do that here," he says gruffly. "You get the chicks on the stage and a private lap dance with one of them. That's it."
"I still think you should make an exception," Mike says, taking out a bunch of hundreds. He hands the guy about fifteen bills. "There's a lot more of that afterwards too, if you think you can be convinced." The owner stares back at Mike, then tells one of his associates to start rounding up some girls. Mike smiles.
Soon, he’s led to a private room in the back. It's not too well-furnished, but then again they seem to be serious that they don't do this kind of thing a lot. After a couple of minutes of waiting, Mike’s treated to the sight of five truly gorgeous women walking in. All beautiful, with fantastic physiques. He’s immediately realize he’smade a terrific move. The show starts immediately, with the girls thrusting and writhing practically on top of him. Best of all, he discovers that they've been instructed to let him touch and grab pretty much anything he wants. He definitely gets his money's worth.
Once he’s had some fun, he decides it's time to shrink the girls and take them home. "OK, now I want to try something with my toy gun," he says to the strippers, to make sure they don't scream when he whips out this particular personal item. It works like a charm (they don't seem too smart) and he shrinks them all with ease. He picks each of them up, and he puts them all in his pocket with that other stripper Kendra he shrank earlier. It's getting a little crowded in his pocket though, so he decides to leave the club.
Unfortunately, the owner of the club is standing outside the door waiting, with a stern expression on his face. Maybe he wanted to make sure everything went right for Mike’s special high-priced dance.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He speaks in a calm tone that makes Mike think he's just getting ready to kick his ass, or worse. Nonetheless, Mike’s not especially interested in playing his game. Maybe the gun and its powers have gone to his head. Of course, maybe he shouldn't have had three drinks while waiting for the lap dance either.
"Whatever I feel like, all right? How about you leave me alone." Mike brushes past the owner and starts walking down the hallway back to the main dancefloor, until he hears a click behind you. It's a troubling sound.
"Not until you tell me what you did with all my girls." Mike turns back around, and sure enough, the owner is pointing a gun right at him. This is not what he planned for. "Don't think I won't do this," he says. "No one fucks with me in my club. Now where are the girls?"