That's not really fair, is it?

"Hey! You think you can just hog the entertainment?" You laugh, flicking an ice cube at Jack. Ana slinks down off the stage toward Jack's recliner, slowly letting the robe fall until she's only wearing her thong.
Lucy slides off the arm of your chair to stand in front of you. "Don't worry, stud..." She grabs the hem of her golf shirt, pulling it upward as she sways her hips, showing off her own beautiful stomach. "I can keep you entertained."
You smile, unable to help yourself. Every step that led you here seemed so innocent. You glance left, and Ana is bent double, grinding her ass on Jack's dick through the fabric of his boxer briefs. She's amazing.
"Eyes on the girl in front of you, mister..." Lucy grabs your chin, turning you back to face her as she swivels her hips and turns slowly, gyrating her big booty in your face as she peels her shirt upwards revealing her dark purple bra. Once the shirt is over her head, she tosses it backwards onto your head, and you take a whiff of her scent before depositing it on the floor.
Before you know it, Lucy's on her knees in her bra and panties, nuzzling your bulge with her nose and tossing her mane of blonde hair. You reach down to pluck off her glasses. There's a familiar sound coming from the other recliner: the wet sound of a pair of lips slurping on something.

So far, you haven't done anything you can't justify. You've been to strip clubs before, and Jenna knows it. But Lucy's hot breath is penetrating the fabric of your underwear, and it's driving you nuts. Clearly, Jack has no qualms about getting polished, as you can see Ana's head bobbing in your peripheral vision.