How about an arresting performance?

The lights dim and your heart flutters in anticipation. A fog machine onstage spews eerie smoke as a deep bass line rumbles in. And out struts David, a 6'4" chiseled police officer tapping one nightstick in a palm while sporting another in his pants. The girls whoop and cheer and clap and whistle as the Revolting Cocks' "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" plays on the sound system.

He makes his way over to your girls, and to your surprise locks eyes with curvy Megan and not Annie. Well, surprising since Annie is the bachelorette and not because Megan isn't already a ball of fire, even without the blessings of Lilith. He taps his palm with the stick a few more times before backing up and grabbing a chair from the corner. Placing it facing away from your friends, he taps the seat while keeping his stare fixed on sexy Megan, who soon enough stumbles over and sits down.

Holstering the nightstick, David starts unbuttoning his shirt as he sways to the music, his perfect chest coming into view inch by inch until he turns around. With a final shimmy the shirt comes free, treating you all to the sight of his powerful shoulders and broad back as he pulls it off.

David plants himself in front of Megan, hands on either side of her, and gyrates. Megan looks back at him rapt, her large brown eyes wide. You can smell her desire from your perch. When he spins and grinds on her lap you wonder if her wetness will stain his pants. Back and forth he rolls with the music as Megan tips her head back and spreads her legs wider.

A glance to the side shows your friends as wrapped up in the proceedings as Megan. Karen bites her lip, her hands pressed against the couch fabric. Deborah has a hand down her pants, Annie looks dazed and Emily has a curious perturbed look.

David rolls up and slowly pulls his belt from the loops before twirling it over his head and to the side as Tiga's "Hot in Herre" suitably comes up next. He moves for the button on his pants but Megan beats him to the punch, springing from the chair and rushing toward his crotch. She half-tears his pants down, treating you all to the sight of his thick cock heavy in his G-string. The next move, however, isn't David's or Megan's after all.

"No!" Emily shouts, stomping over to the dancer and her horny friend. "This is all wrong. This is Annie's night, not hers. Bad cop!" She spanks David hard. "Bad! Bad!" She whacks his ass again and again before slapping a pair of cuffs — maybe she takes them everywhere with her, maybe they're a part of the stripper costume — on David, trapping his arms behind his back. "Momma's gonna punish you."

She casts her hat aside, and then Emily yanks down the G-string, freeing David's turgid meat stick, which promptly vanishes into her bobbing mouth in a noisy blow job. At first only a fraction of his cock fits between her slick lips but soon she's inhaling more than half of the massive member with each move of her head. Megan, with a front-row seat, rubs her tits, while Deborah threads her way to the door on shaky legs. You swirl your hand over your crotch noting Celeste is fingering herself. Annie retains a stunned look even with Karen rubbing her arm.

By this point Emily has done it, taking David down to the root as she slides her mouth over him, her hands firmly on his ass. "You, sit," she commands, and the stripper obeys. Without ceremony she peels her cutoffs and sticky panties off her luscious ass and past her boots and straddles the seated stripper. She plunges onto his pole and begins riding him roughly, a cowgirl in need of a bull.