Just roll with it.

You wake once more in the police car, thankfully not handcuffed to anything. There's no sign of Officer Wisniewski.

You feel like you had had a full night's sleep though and that you could quite happily have mounted the cop one more time now you're awake. In fact, just the thought of it has your tadger standing to attention.

With the sudden vanishing of both the Cop and Cindy coupled with your inability to keep your eyes open as soon as you fucked them, you realize that this is all part of the alien ship's plan. As soon as you fuck anyone, they are going to vanish and you are going to have a nice nap until you're good to go for another round. You are on a production line, or a sex conveyor belt, or or, you struggle to think of another analogy, and whether or not to be annoyed about it all.

You probably should give a fuck. But right now you just want another fuck. Maybe after a few years of screwing every hot woman you lay your eyes on you should have it out with E.T., but not just yet...

You pick up officer Wisniewski's uniform from the street where you had discarded it earlier and recall that she was a tall, physically intimidating lady. Soon you have her uniform on! Actually its not a bad fit. (Well her panties chafe a little) Should be less shocking to anyone you happen to speak to than your bare assed frame anyway.

You get back into the cop car and turn the keys. Let's cruise! In 5 minutes you make it back to the doors of the Cathouse nightclub where there are a few women milling around outside, presumably sampled by the aliens as they were leaving with whoever they had pulled this evening. You set the blue lights flashing and get out of the car.

To your right there is a girl sitting on the sidewalk, with her head between her knees, presumably feeling the effects of air on a head full of ****.

Just coming out of the club's main entry door (luckily it no longer has any bouncers) is a redhead with a blonde two steps behind her. Both are in metallic club gear and beaming happily in skirts that you feel would reveal everything if they bent even a fraction backwards or forwards.