Frankie and her roommates, the Psychotic Dolls, were decent musicians. But they also liked pushing the envelope into something they called, “Performance Art.” Their most recent outrageous act was their version of the Hysterical Literature videos. But three months ago, they had done something equally fun and outrageous. It also incidentally resulted in all four girls getting charged with being a public nuisance under California's Penal Code:
Anything which is injurious to health, including, but not limited to, the illegal sale of controlled substances, or is indecent or offensive to the senses, or an obstruction to the free use of property, so as to interfere with the comfortable enjoyment of life or property, or unlawfully obstructs the free passage or use, in the customary manner, of any navigable lake, or river, bay, stream, canal, or basin, or any public park, square, street, or highway, is a nuisance.
Kitten had started the conversation that led to their being charged with a public nuisance when she complained that an undercover cop was always checking out the clubs trying to get some of the girls arrested for prostitution.
“That’s entrapment isn’t it?” Frankie asked curiously. “I mean pretending to want a lap dance and then asking them for sex?”
“I don’t think so,” Natalie chimed in.
While the three girls spoke, Johara was busy Googling the laws. “Police have a lot of leeway in California,” she said, then laughed. “Not nearly as much leeway as in my country of course. It turns out they usually get girls for solicitation and as long as there’s even an implied agreement to exchange sex for money, they can arrest you.”
Initially, the girls were thinking of pranking the undercover officer. But it turned out it was far too easy to get arrested for solicitation.
“And then you’ve got a huge fucking red mark on you to employers,’ Kitten complained. “We can’t take that chance.”
Finally, they came up with the idea that everyone thought was hysterical. The girls picked out a corner just up the block from the Fifth and Central Police Substation. Each dressed in their best hooker gear. Frankie had chosen a little black dress that clung to every curve and fell just below her ass. She had torn it strategically to give off beautiful little flashes of skin. It was a one-shoulder dress and combined with five inch fuck me pumps, definitely had her friends agreeing that her outfit screamed “Whore.” She teased her hair up and went with heavy makeup. The other girls each wore their own take on “whore couture.”
Then they set up shop on the corner up the block from the police station, waiving at passing cars, talking to the people. Every now and then a fraternity brother or boyfriend would cruise by and after talking to one of the girls leaning on the window, she’d get in and they’d drive off.
There was a small stand behind them, which no one paid attention to. When the police finally arrived, they claimed to be selling baked goods for a charity. Challenged about a permit, they showed their permit that they had gotten from the city to sell baked goods for a local church.
They had planned to do this at multiple police stations throughout the city, but instead they ended up getting cited for being a public nuisance. So many cars had slowed down to look that traffic was backed up three blocks behind the girls. Three months later each girl plead guilty to being a public nuisance under the California Penal Code and paid a $100 fine. They thought the entire thing was hysterical and actually made friends with a number of cops who started coming to their concerts.
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