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Julianna looked up at the other cop and laughed. “Officer Hung, huh? Cute.”
The pieces fell into place, quickly. The cop with James was a stripper. “Oh, for the love of…someone should have hired Commander Cock Choker instead of a damn cop,” I scolded.
“I’ll be sure to let the guilty party know the policeman was a bad choice.” James shot me a mischievous grin. “I think ‘Ball Gag Green Beret’ would be the perfect stripper for your bachelorette party.”
I couldn’t help but snort. “Save your money. I’m never getting married. Look, I’m sorry for being so harsh and insulting, but…”
“It takes more than that to insult me, pretty lady.” James grinned. “I still think you need a ball gag, though. You’d look stunning in one.”
Even though I was still irked at James for frightening Leagh, I regretted ripping into him so vehemently.
“You’re here to spy on us too, aren’t you, James?” Julianna asked, cocking her head and watching his reaction closely. “Yep, you’re here to make sure we behave like proper submissives, right?”
A guilty grin tugged his lips as he winked. “Now, would I do that sort of thing?”
“In a heartbeat.” Turning her attention back to Leagh, Julianna and I helped the girl to her feet.
“Come on, baby. Tony’s perfectly fine. Officer Hung here has a present for you…in his pants,” Julianna explained with a giggle.
“Oh hell, he’s a fucking stripper?” Leagh gasped. “Who got me a stripper?”
“I think Tony did. Come on, sugar. It’s time for you to sit in the hot seat,” Julianna laughed.
Suddenly, as if a light had gone off in her head, Leagh scowled and pinned James with a look of suspicion. “Tony’s got a female stripper at his party, doesn’t he?” she hissed, wagging a finger in James’ face.
“How the hell would I know? I’m here with you.”
“Oh, that’s a convenient excuse now, isn’t it?” she spat. “Fine. I’ll get the details out of him one way or another. Oh, and one more thing. You do not have permission to record any of this…um, I mean, please, Sir, don’t record this for me?”
“Tony will have a good time breaking you of giving orders, Leagh. And I’m personally going to enjoy the hell out of watching him do it, too.” James smirked. “I may not have your permission, but I do have Tony’s.” James laughed and slid his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Oh, shit,” Leagh moaned.
Trevor set an empty chair in the middle of the room with a giggle, as Julianna and I led Leagh back into the living room. James and Officer Hung—complete with a 1980s boom box—followed behind us. The subs surrounded Leagh in a big circle, laughing and taunting her as loud dance music echoed off the walls.
Officer Hung wiggled his hips in Leagh’s face, gyrating in sexual suggestion before peeling off his clothes. Laughing, Leagh pointedly gazed at James’ cell phone as he recorded every bump and grind.
“Thank you, Master. But just for the record, I’d rather have a lap dance from you. Hurry home and strip for me, please? I’ll pay you with something special.”
Casting a glance up at the muscular man, he stroked his night stick with hard, jerking movements. Leagh squealed, then looked back at James. “Okay, so maybe this once, I’ll manage to enjoy another man dancing for me. Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”
Several subs pulled out their phones to record every shimmy and shake. Trevor all but drooled as he watched the buff dancer. When the stripper tore away his pants, wearing only a bright blue thong with a massive bulge, the whole room went wild. Screams, whistles, and cheers thundered as I stood back, laughing at the raucous bunch.
Julianna kissed Leagh on the cheek, then placed a wad of money in her hand.
“See what he’ll give you for tips,” Julianna giggled.
“Oh, lord. I think I’m going to pass out,” Trevor exclaimed as he grabbed a stack of napkins and began wiping the perspiration from his forehead.
When Leagh was done carefully tucking money into the dancer’s grinding g-string, he scooped out the bills and shimmied out of his thong, wearing nothing but a nice tan and a hard, thick erection.
“Oh, sweet mother of big, beautiful boners,” Trevor whimpered. “If I ever get married, I hope Daddy sends this guy to my bachelorette party. Look at that cock. It’s breathtaking. I bet that monster’s at least eight inches.”
“Eight and a half, Goldilocks,” the dancer replied before blowing Trevor a kiss.
Joshua’s cock is bigger and far more talented. As soon as the thought entered my head, heat rushed to my cheeks and blood pooled behind my clit. Sliding my phone from my pocket, I quickly glanced at the empty screen. With a silent curse, I shoved it back in my pocket, convinced I’d clearly lost my mind.
“Get over here, Mellie, and get in this chair,” Leagh demanded. “You’re the only one who won’t get into trouble. Come on. Get nasty with this big ol’ cock.”
