Party Transition

When they burst through the door, the bikini-clad beauties around me all screamed and scattered.

“Sorry ladies, but your friend here is a very naughty boy!” said the owner of the boot whose imprint was now on my front door.

“You’ll have to forgive me, which debt are you and your friends here to collect?” I asked as I picked up one of the spilt bottle of champagne.

The five of them walked in, letting the scared girls run past.

“Cole’s fifty million.” the leader said.

“Ah yes, I spent that on bodyguards.”

Then my bikini-clad bodyguards took them out.