Curiousity almost broke the stripper's knees

I was waiting in a long hallway for the manager to get my paperwork ready when I noticed it - a dark, deserted room to my left.

The sign on it's door read: ONLY SIX GIRLS ALLOWED AT ONCE! NO EXCEPTIONS!!

At first I was just curious. I poked my head in and tried to get a look inside, but it was pitch black. I continued waiting, rocking back and forth on my heels.

After a minute, I looked in again. But still, my eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark and I could see nothing. It was probably just an empty room. Unless...

Some of these fancy clubs, I'd heard, had leisure amenities for the ladies - things like spas and hot tubs. What if this was it?? What if I was standing right outside a free spa?

Now I needed to find out. I reached around and felt the wall for a light switch. Nothing. I checked the wall outside - also nothing.

Well, I'll just go ahead and walk in. I'm sure I'll be able to see once I'm in there.

"I'm sure I'll be able to see once I'm in there." Let these be words of warning to you all.

I took a step forward, into the darkness. And then next thing I knew, I was flying through the air as if launched - one stair, two stairs, three stairs...my knee scraped along one of them. Carpet. And then finally, blessed concrete.

I stayed there for a moment considering the facts. This might not be a spa, after all. I did not sense that blood had been spilled, but I did feel a sharp pain in my knee. No one had seen me - that silver lining was certain. And all I could hope for, as I quietly gathered myself together and then broke into a stiletto-based run to get away from the room, was that no one had heard, either.

Cause I landed pretty hard.