The officer removes the handcuffs from our disguised Reginald and pushes him into the cell. Reg looks around and sees the bored faces of several attractive ladies. One of them hops to her feet (in platform heeled boots) and she comes to take Reg’s hand. The women are all instantly supportive and guide him to the bench where they’re gathered. Based on his scared and confused expression, the ladies correctly gather that this is Reg’s first night in jail. Several of them lean in close and offer supportive hugs and kind words and let him know that he has nothing to worry about. All the girls on the street look out for one another. Reg sputters and tries to protest but they wave him off. Don’t worry about it, girlfriend. They all spend a night in jail eventually. You just went for a bad client or your luck was off for the night. You do your time and you’ll be back at work in no time! Reg decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut as much as possible.
In the morning, most of the women are collected and led out of the cells. They happily wave to one another and a few kisses are blown. Finally, the female officer from the day before arrives and points at Reg. Natasha’s story checked out and they can release her to the club. The remaining ladies in the cell wave good-bye to Natasha as wish her well and Reg shamefully hustles away. The officer signs some papers and hands them to another officer before giving Reg a stern nod and walking away. The officer at the desk looks Reg over and then nods to the paperwork she’s been given. She wheels around to a cabinet, double checks the numbers with the paperwork, and hands Reg a bin. She then points to a room behind a curtain and tells Reg to get changed and to return his borrowed clothing. Reg looks up at her, confused, and protests that these are his clothes. The officer glowers at him and says she doesn’t have time for this. Either Natasha gets changed or she’s going back to the cell. The bin contains the clothes she was checked in with and her office clothes are what she borrowed for the night. Reg groans and shuffles over to the room.
Pulling the curtain aside, Reg stumbles out in the outfit. Clinging tight to his padded curves, the minidress pulls and rides up forcing him to keep tugging it down to stay covered. The shiny, rubbery material seems to collect every spot of light it can to shine off his chest and backside. Towering in thigh-high stiletto boots, Reg makes small, mincing steps back to the officer and returns the blouse and skirt he never thought he’d be desperate to keep. The woman grunts in approval and marks off her paperwork and points him to the exit. An officer is already at the club waiting for him to show and confirm his employment, so strut over there quickly. If Natasha doesn’t show up soon, there’s going to be trouble. Reg nods and races through the station, feeling as if every eye is burning into him as his heels loudly clack on the tile flooring.
Panting from the walk in the ridiculous outfit, Reg stumbles through the door to the club. The woman at the desk nods her head towards the officer leering at a waitress bringing him another early morning drink. Reg reluctantly confirms his Natasha identity and that he works here. The cop nods and sternly adds that they’ll have police stationed at the bank all month for the investigation, so if Natasha even sets foot in that neighborhood, she’ll land back in jail. The officer finishes his paperwork, and downs the remainder of his drink. The suspicious woman from the bank appears from the shadows, shares a few words with the officer, and then he’s led out of the club. The woman then claps her hands and squeezes Reg tight in a hug. She’s thrilled Natasha took her up on the job offer so quickly! Her and the boys were pleased with how Natasha kept her mouth shut when the bank was raided, to which one of the large thugs grunts in agreement. The owner pats Reg on the back and says that behavior is very strong! She then pats his padded hips and adds that this outfit is also much strong! Far better than office slave fashion. Reg demurely thanks her for the compliment but says he’s not planning on staying long. He just has to- Reg then pats his sides and realizes he has nothing with him. Keys, wallet, phone, identification... Anything he has is back at the bank office, but even if it hasn’t been collected by the police, he can’t go back there to pick it up. His boss wouldn’t risk bringing the police down on the bank if she was seen delivering his belongings to somebody. The club owner catches his far off expression and slaps him heartily on the back. She knows that look, but not to worry. Natasha is welcome to stay at the club while she works. The boss has... friends that will make new identification and... find copies of Natasha’s work papers. The club will cover everything for Natasha!