Who to call?

"God, they're all so good," Nikki groaned as she took a drink of sprite.

"Yeah, so many good pairs of tits," Hilda nodded, looking through the menu to order food.

"Cocks as well," Charlie hit her lip and ground her legs together.

They all then looked to you.

"What?" you asked, wriggling under their gazes.

"Its your hen do," Nikki said as she leaned on her leg, her eyes on your crotch.

"Its your choice, Kayla," Hilda licked her lips put a hand on her chest.

"I'm so glad we found this place, wasn't this a milk bar?" Charlie asked, turning to the other girls.

It was a supremely hard choice to make and not one that was all that easy, as so many of them seemed so skilled and down for a gangbang. Though it seemed that your friends were far more into it than you, since they weren't futas like you or the strippers they saw today. It was also your first time in a milk bar too, and never realised that it was a sort of strip club too since you never went to your dad's work before now. But then that would explain with the almost excessive amount of milky futas about the place, since it was a trait that was supposed to rare.

But looking at the eager looks of your friends, you saw that you had to choose, but who? You had no clue.