Brad remembers his surprise.

"Actually," Brad said with a sly grin, "I've got something even better than RoboCop."

"Terminator 2?" D asked, one eyebrow raised.

Brad whistled and the closet door opened to reveal Monica. She stepped out and fixed them with a sultry stare.

D made no attempt to hide her surprise or her ogling stare. Monica revelled in the attention as D's eyes roamed across her body, clad only in a deep purple set of lingerie. "Hello, boys," she said with a suggestive wink.

D punched Brad yet again. "Dude, what the fuck? Why have we been sitting around watching TV when you had this in the closet?"

Monica approached the couch, her hips swaying indecently with each step. She stopped in front of D, who reached out. Before she put her hands on Monica's waist, she turned to Brad with a questioning look.

It took him a second to realize she was waiting for his approval. "She's a golem too," he told her. "Go ahead."

D didn't need any more encouragement. She ran her fingers up and down Monica's toned midsection as the golem gyrated under her touch.

Brad was incredibly aroused to see D enjoying Monica's body and said as much. D laughed huskily and Monica closed her eyes. She raised her hands above her head and opened her mouth slightly, giving the impression of deep arousal. D's face flushed and she lowered her hands to tug at the top of Monica's frilly panties.

"Dude," D said breathlessly. Her eyes never left Monica's body. "She is fucking amazing. You wanna get in on this?"

Brad was watching them interact with a massive tent in his pants. He licked his lips and reached out to cup Monica's ass. The firm, supple flesh moved gracefully under his palm and Brad realized he was in danger of blowing his load already. He withdrew his hand and D laughed derisively.

She brought Monica's panties below her knees, which caused the dancing golem to gasp with arousal. D eyes the neatly trimmed to cleft in front of her like a jeweller evaluating a ruby. "God damn, this golem has an incredible pussy!"

"Thanks," Monica said nonchalantly as she thrust it forward rhythmically. D grinned at Brad, who was watching the whole scenario in speechless awe.

"Fuck it," D said. "If you're not gonna get in the game we'll bring it to you. Hey babe, why don't you give our friend here a lap dance?"

Monica turned to Brad and eyed him hungrily. He looked to D, who was pulling up her dress to reach under it. "You kids have fun," she mocked. "I can finish myself off."