Queen

"Yes! Abs wins again!" Charlie pumped her fist in victory, before tapping the button, Queen's name highlighted as it played a jingle.

Moments later, wearing a military bikini, in breasts far more modest a size than your own, yet with such definition in her abs, arms, and legs, she looked like a amazonian warrior, her huge bulge barely contained in her shorts.

"Ladies," Queen said in a smoky voice as she stepped down from the stage and looked you and your friends over. "What is your request?"

"Is there anything off menu?" Charlie asked, visibly gulping, her hungry eyes taking in the beautifully fit body as she placed a hand on you. "My friend her is about to be married and we want to make this a night she will always treasure."

"Hmm," Queen hummed as she walked over to you, putting one leg up onto the couch as she leaned in so close, her straining shorts was touching your nose. "I can deliver a special sausage for you, if you want it; I can even go all night, should your friends wish to join in too?"

You blush and turn away.

"That's fine right now," Queen chuckled as she moved on to your friends in turn. Dry humping and pressing faces into her abs. She flung her top to the side and squeezed a nipple, milk squirted out and hit you in the face. "I don't suppose you all would like a taste?"

Charlie was the first to take up the deal, more interested in rubbing against the abs, squeezing the milk into the abs and lapping it up with the sweat. Nikki had herself a taste and enjoyed it, but seemed a little put off by the muscles. Hilda was a girl all about breasts, so she loved them a lot, but would have perfered something else, you could tell.

Your turn, you enjoyed the definition and the strength of the body against you, enjoying the muscle milk.

Queen, finished, picked her top up and grinned as she turned to the stage, her hips swaying. "The offer is still on the table."