Train was in a strip club.
What's more, he was backstage, where many male AND female strippers were...errr…getting ready. Train blushed furiously as he noticed that some of the women (and men) didn't bother to go behind screens to change – they just stayed in the open. Clothes and cigarette ashes were on the floor, while smoke drifted through the air, making Train cough, it was so thick. He looked down and noticed that he was standing on a lacy turquoise bra, and quickly leaped back, straight into the arms of the manager.
"Oh, there you are!" huffed the manager, clearly annoyed as Train wondered what he'd done. "You're late! You were supposed to go on fourth, and now the TENTH woman's going on!" He gestured to a swinging door, where a female stripper was doing unimaginable things that Train couldn't even start to describe. "Here, your costume's over there. Make sure you put thong on under your briefs. My last substitute did it the under way around. Amateurs!" The manager sighed irritably and puffed on a large cigar, blowing smoke into Train's face. "Well, good luck!" He marched out.
Train just stood there by his 'clothes' (if that's what they could be called), looking bewildered, until a female stripper, sidled up to him. "New here?" she asked.
"Umm, no actually I just -" Train started to say when the stripper interrupted him. "Never mind the little unimportant details, lets just get down to business." She breathed in his face and Train could smell alcohol. "Now, let's help you get these clothes off, shall we?" Before Train could protest she had ripped off his shirt and was starting to work on his pants. "HEY! NO!" Train protested, but she had already done the job and flung the clothes off into a distant corner. Train, desperate not to be raped, grabbed the nearest clothes near him, which happened to be his stripper outfit. He pulled everything on in lightening speed, dodging the stripper as she tried to grab his – well, you know. Finally, train sped towards the front, running into the manager AGAIN, just as Creed came bursting through the door.
"TRI-TRI!!" Creed squealed, taking in Train's clothes "You are the most adorable little thing ever! Come here!"
"You're next now! Show your stuff!" the manager winked at Train, not realizing Creed was there, and pushed him through what Train now realized was the entrance to the stage. He disappeared through, stumbling onto the platform amid much applause.
"NO! TRI-TRI, MY DARLING, DON'T DESERT ME!" Creed wailed, as he raced towards the door. Suddenly a massive thigh came into view. Creed gazed up to see the bouncer, with bulging muscles and tattoos all over, glaring down at him.
"Going somewhere, bud?"