The blessed make their own futures

You watch as Destiny emerges and wipes down the pole with a spray bottle and cloth. She's all soft curves below a cute face, brown eyes and long chestnut hair. Or so you guess mentally peeling her parody of a firefighter's outfit off her. The top ends in a dayglo yellow and reflective strip and accentuates her modest breasts, while the short black skirt supported by red suspenders hits mid-thigh, where it hovers over a pair of thick-soled black boots that stretch to her knees.

She starts her set on the nose with The Cult's "Fire Woman," swirling around the pole, tossing her hair and shaking her little firefighting — or fire-starting — ass while bent over. Alluring, sure, if a bit staid for your turbocharged tastes so far. Good thing Destiny isn't the only dancer in the room.

Off to one side you see a raven-haired porcelain beauty grinding on a male customer. She's a skinny thing with no tits but apparently knows what she's doing from the club goer's face and arms locked on his chair. Turning the other way a curly-haired Latina with colorful tattoos arcing across her coffee skin is rubbing her thigh across the Lycra-covered mound of a tiny cute Asian while her equally attractive petite girlfriend observes with a smile.

You also spy a bare-chested David with a bottle of tequila surrounded by a circle of MILFs. Your sneaky stripper friend is pouring body shots, which the ladies slurp off his chiseled torso before grabbing limes from his tainted lips as their friends whoop and cheer. The sextet of blonds and brunettes is a well-toned and rather leggy group right now, so they should be truly delightful when he's done with them.

And then there's the last dancer amid a small mixed group whose bonds you can only guess at — swingers? They lounge on a circular couch, where she sits between a handsome man and a cute brunette who each cup one of her breasts. In return her hands work two crotches, in a scene very much prohibited under normal club rules. Another man and brunette at the table are making out while the third man, who you recognize from his time on stage, takes in the tableau around the table and the dancer on stage in a daze.

Last — and certainly not least — there's your fellow soldiers for Lilith, who have mostly drifted into the crowd. But Celeste remains with you and Deborah, as if guarding her still human friend. Or saving her for herself.

Up on stage you can see you were right — Destiny has unzipped her top, releasing her sweet titties above creamy flesh. Tits capped with a pair of stiff nipples. Her hands roam her body as she dances to Shiny Toy Guns' "Le Disko," sliding over her sides, along her breasts, grasping her sex. Destiny slips a brace off one shoulder, then brushes the other off before hooking her thumbs inside the skirt. A lacy thong comes into view as she works the skirt over her juicy ass. The fabric is soon discarded on stage and you await seeing her in her full glory.

But first you glance around the room again. The raven-haired dancer leads Karen to a couch, giving you a chance to ogle the stripper's magnificently tight peachy butt before she performs for your friend. Emily is talking to the woman who had been watching her girlfriend get a dance; now they both drink in the action. David locks lips with one of the brunette MILFs before a blond friend spins his head and dives in for a kiss of her own. Two more of the women explore each other while the remaining two eye his bulge and ass with hungry eyes.

The other dancer in the crowd is at the center of the most debauched scene, though, swallowing a customer's pole while his female partner eats out the dancer from behind. Another man in the group laps at his partner's pussy while she presses him deeper into her. The last member of the group has vanished.

A harsh synth beat and crisp snaps mark the start of the next song. Destiny struts toward the pole, her cheeks trembling, and gives one looks back at the audience before beginning her routine of spins and dips. Which means she isn't focused on Megan stalking toward the stage as the singer sings, "You turn me on, my love is burning up." Or her tossing away her top to "My inhibition's gone, I wanna know what's up." By the bridge Megan is slinking onstage, and the movements of a confused Destiny have lost their rhythm as she eyes the curves of the approaching hellcat. Then your friend is crawling to close the distance to her prey, who has her back to the pole when Megan secures her prize.

You and the crowd — or the portion that isn't focusing their lusts elsewhere — watch as Destiny's dark thatch pops into view as Megan strips her of her last shred of clothing. And as Destiny moans and steadies herself on the pole as Megan's tongue and fingers do their own dance with Destiny's pussy as "123, If You Want Me" continues. Megan's skirt has ridden up and she's not wearing any panties, giving the audience a tempting view of her full ass and dark thoughts of what lies just out of sight as she works to conquer Destiny. A shocked buzz resonates in the air, the heightened lust sending a shiver through your core.

"Oh, god, Celeste!" you hear from your left and see your sexy friend with her hand deep within Deborah's jeans. "Do you want me to tongue fuck you like Megan and that slut?" Celeste breathes into her ear. Deborah moans. "Drag orgasm after orgasm out of you? Bend you over so some rando can rail you til you can't see straight?" A half-wail escapes her lips. "Little skank wants a fat pipe to split her open? I bet you eye-fucked all the dudes here wondering if they're the one that's gonna fill that box to the brim, yeah? Maybe our dancer over there? He was so fucking good Emily was shrieking like a demon as he pounded her." Deborah gives a soft grunt as Celeste's hand continues diddling her. "Hung like a horse but you'll have to fight for it."

Indeed, two of the tall blond MILFs are deep-throating his meat and sucking his balls while a shorter brunette has her skirt hiked up and is riding his face. The other three ladies lap eagerly at their friends' pussies nearby in a daisy chain, pants and dresses hastily pulled aside or shucked.

The swingers' orgy also has picked up steam in the short while since you last glanced over. The man has moved from devouring his lover's pussy to frantically fucking her into the couch. The other man takes the dancer from behind while she feasts on the lips of the other woman. Another couple apparently drawn in by the spectacle have squeezed in and 69 next to the others.

"Or maybe we should get Emily over here to stuff your slutty holes herself?" You follow Celeste's cue and discover your demonic sister has freed her beast, cleverly disguised with a bit of glamour as a large sex toy. The formerly passive clubgoer laps at the "fake" cock as the dancer continues to grind on her girlfriend.

"But then again, maybe you want to know what got sweet, shy Karen to loosen up for the night." Your liberated friend has quickly turned the lapdance around, stealthily slipping her tail between the stripper's slick thighs. She teases her with the tip as the dancer moves slowly. An overloaded Deborah bucks on Celeste's fingers.