Suddenly, startled shouts, banging on the door, and hurried footsteps echoed outside, a chaotic racket ringing clearly in Shawn Young's ears. There were even sharp, jarring sounds that seemed to pierce through the door—“Crap!” It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over Shawn, instantly dousing his burning excitement! Shawn reacted in a flash, scrambling up in a panic, while Madam Silk’s body stiffened, her face turning pale; she already had a hunch that something serious was happening outside.
Madam Silk hurriedly threw on the underwear that Shawn had ripped off her, grabbed a handful of stray RMB bills from the bed and stuffed them into her bra. Shawn blurted out, "I haven’t finished yet... Give me back my money!"
Madam Silk scolded him in a panic, "Oh my... Pretty boy, do you know what time it is? The ones banging on the door outside are the anti-vice police! Who knows which bastard called them!"
As soon as Shawn heard the anti-vice police were coming, he broke out in a cold sweat! He was so scared he couldn’t move, no longer thinking about his thousand bucks. He grabbed Madam Silk’s hand, his skinny body trembling, "What should I do?... What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to get caught by the cops..." Shawn was nearly in tears from fear.
Just then, the sound of banging on the door grew louder, followed by Alex Easton's urgent voice yelling from outside the room, "Bro—hurry up and open the door! We need to get out of here—now!" Hearing Alex Easton's voice, Shawn felt like he'd been rescued, and rushed to open the door in a panic.
As soon as he burst out of the room, Shawn saw a nearly naked guy, but his head was covered with a black bra that hid most of his face. He looked absolutely ridiculous, and Shawn couldn’t even tell who he was at first glance.
"Hey! Bro, don’t freeze up—move it! The cops are about to bust in. Get Fatty and the girls out the back door, now! Uh—where are your clothes?" The guy asked Shawn anxiously. Only after hearing his voice did Shawn realize the guy with the bra on his head was none other than Alex Easton.
"Uh—let me find my clothes first—" Shawn stammered, frantically searching by the bed. But he’d been way too "active" earlier, and now his clothes and Madam Silk’s were tangled together, scattered all around. The room was so dark he couldn’t find his own clothes at all.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up, bro, just go for it! If you don’t run now, it’ll be too late!" Alex Easton was too anxious to care about anything else, grabbed Shawn’s hand and bolted outside.
The two of them burst out of the room, and—bam!—ran straight into two other naked guys. Four panicked, half-dressed heads collided, leaving everyone dizzy and seeing stars.
"Damn! That hurt like hell! You guys running blind or what—" someone yelped, and Shawn instantly recognized Fatty Ding’s voice.
"Fatty! Jade! It’s us—!" Shawn saw that the guy he’d crashed into was none other than Ding, all flab and panic, and next to him was Jade Jia.
"Uh—Shawn! Who’s the dude next to you? Nice look!" Fatty Ding grumbled, clutching his nose.
"Quit yapping! The vice cops are right outside—unless you wanna be famous, get moving!" Alex, still sporting the bra on his head, yelled.
By now, Madam Silk had thrown on a jacket and hurried past them, telling Alex, "Kid, grab your buddies and head for the back door! I’ll go stall them—buy you some time!"
BAM-BAM-BAM—CRASH! The rolling shutter outside was being pried open and yanked up.
The Phoenix Parlor’s owner, Madam Silk, put on her bravest face and marched out to meet them.
"We’re reporters from Night News Express, broadcasting live with the police anti-vice squad. Please cooperate for the interview—" a man’s voice came from outside.
Hearing 'Night News Express' and recognizing the reporter’s voice, Jade Jia turned pale with fright. He tugged at Alex, stammering, "Crap! Boss, that guy’s my uncle! I don’t wanna get busted, and I sure as hell don’t wanna end up on Night News! I’m dead if I do!"
"We’re out the back! And cover your faces, guys! If the cameras catch you, you’ll be famous for all the wrong reasons! No time—just move! Cover your faces!" Alex shouted, already bolting for the back door.
The three left behind were scared out of their wits. Outside, footsteps and shouting grew louder—Madam Silk couldn’t hold them off any longer. Fatty Ding dove into the nearest 'boom-boom room,' grabbed whatever he could, and came up with two bras. Jade snatched one and, copying Alex, pulled it over his head. Fatty didn’t hesitate—he slapped the other one on his own head.
It actually worked! With bras on their heads, most of their faces were covered—Jade’s was black, Fatty’s a ridiculous hot pink. The two looked like a mashup of Ultraman and Batman!
"Hey! What about me? Where’s mine?" Shawn realized there was no third bra. He almost wanted to cry—never in his life had he wanted a bra so badly.
"Sorry, bro—just these two! No time! RUN!!" Fatty yelled, and he and Jade bolted for the back door. So much for loyalty.
The footsteps were right behind him. Shawn couldn’t afford to mope—he dashed for the back door, poked his head out, and saw three half-naked guys with bras on their heads sprinting down the street. Crowds of gawkers and phone-wielding photographers snapped pics of the rare midnight streakers! Cops were closing in, and two Night News cameramen were right behind them.
Shawn poked his head out and saw, besides Alex and the other two streakers, a bunch of other half-naked, face-covered men running wild. Cops were grabbing them left and right—turns out the whole street’s 'customers' were caught in an anti-vice sweep. Some unlucky guys were already hauled off to police cars, and the cars were packed with equally embarrassed, scantily clad girls.
Shawn panicked and ducked back inside. Regret hit him hard—so much for his 'first time'! Now he was about to become a news headline, still a virgin! The footsteps were dangerously close, and Shawn seriously considered tunneling into the ground.
Desperation can spark some wild ideas. Peeking through the door crack, Shawn spotted a wall less than two meters high about ten meters away.
"Screw it! Here goes nothing!" Shawn took a flying leap and sprinted for the wall as fast as he could.
"Whoa! There’s another one—no mask! That dude’s got guts!"
Phones flashed like paparazzi—Shawn vaulted the wall, nearly splitting his pants, and landed with a thud.
"Ouch! My butt!" He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain, and dashed off into the night.
Behind him, the shouts and chaos faded. Shawn ran, half-naked, heart pounding, until he ducked into a quiet alley.
He leaned against the wall, panting, and peeked out. No sign of cops or cameras. Safe—for now.
Shawn wiped sweat from his brow and checked his phone. Ten missed calls—from Mom.
"Oh man, I’m so screwed…" he muttered, staring at the screen.
And thus ended Shawn’s first wild streak through the city—half-naked, bra-less, and still a virgin.