Steve uses gun on Marcy, making her a blonde...

Steve aims the gun at you and pull the trigger, giving you just a moment to make a sad pout before the world goes white.

You blink and whine. "What was that for? You know I got work tonight," you complain as you rub your eyes. Finding yourself standing in your door in some casual home-alone clothes, lacy white underwear and a tied crop top, with Stevie looking dumbfounded.

"Y-you wanted me to test this thing out," Steve stuttered apologetically, "and it says 'just point and click,' so I figured I'd try that."

"Yeah, but not on me," you pout as you give him a sad smile, finding that he looks very cute when he's remorseful. You walk over to him, strike a pose and let a casual hand pull accentuate your cleavage. "You now, I like your face when you are sad about something," you say as you get down on your knees, slowly unbuttoning his trousers. "I guess it's my fault that you did this, with me forgetting to wish you welcome home."

Steve blinks a few times, but nods as you pull out his dick and begin working it with a hand, savoring the scent. "I... guess. but don't you have... work?"

You glance up at him and roll your eyes, blowing hot air on his dickhead while still rubbing it. "The strip club doesn't mind, as long as I take a mint before going to work," you smirk as you put your lips against his dick and slowly suck it into your mouth.

After all, all they care is that they get a blonde stripper bombshell riding the pole, one that on top of it all was getting a degree in fitness and nutrition. They were more annoyed with her being loyal to her boyfriend Steve, but sometimes a girl had to say no.

And sometimes, when she felt Steve's sweet cum soak her mouth and throat, his groans making her moan, she relished her loyalty. She could tell she would be glowing on the stage tonight.