On the way home

You quickly ran to your car, happy you had put a camera in Morgan's car. When you opened your computer, you saw that Bill was driving. Morgan was running her hands through her hair. You turned up the volume.

"You're such an ass," she shook her head, still in a daze from the actions at the stripclub.

Bill looked over and laughed, "You don't look like you hated it."

Morgan was all but squirming in her seat. Her eyes closed. Her hands rested on her chest. "That was so wrong. So very wrong. But it just felt so....so...." she sighed, unable to finish her sentence.

That's when your heart almost stopped as Bill pulled her head to his and kissed her again, for the second time in the night. This one was much more passionate, and you could see your girlfriend's tongue fighting against your supposed friend's own tongue. She stopped the kiss and pushed him back. "You're so bad," she shook her head.

"You love it," he sneered. You hated him right then, unsure if he was right.

Morgan looked over at him devilishly. Her hand reached down to his crotch below the steering wheel. Your eyes bulged when she began to massage his...well....bulge. "You wanna play games," she whispered in his ear, leaning over. "I can play like that."

Bill grunted as she began to rub the massive bugle in his pants. "Unnnh," he groaned. "Babe, I'll get into an accident."

Morgan laughed, looking forward, never letting her grip on his crotch stop. "Well, you better get home fast then, or you're gonna "go" in your pants mister." Was she so dirty now? When did she talk this way. Bill seemed to speed up at this taunting. Her eyes went wide. "You might wanna slow down, or we'll get pulled over."

Bill's right hand reached over to her leg. She swatted it away. "No touching. Club rules." She giggled. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me." She continued her rubbing of his jean covered cock. She stopped and looked over. "You think I danced well tonight."

He just nodded his head over and over. "Best fucking stripper I've ever seen."

She moved her hand now to his pockets. "How much money do you have?" She tried to gain access to his pockets.

"I got a little," he was confused. "Why?"

She then said something that made you red. "Because if you want a private dance, I'm REAL expensive."

Soon, you watched them pull into an ATM, and Bill pulled out money. They then headed back to Morgan's house. She began to fix her make-up and ignore him. When they arrived at her house she ran in, and he followed quickly. Morgan threw her purse and jacket down, and told him to sit. You switched feeds to watch her go to her room. She searched her walk-in closet.

What was she getting out?