Bachelorette Party Overload

The bachelorette girls are buzzing when the bell rings. Lauren swings the door open, ready to greet their "stripper," only to find skinny Damion Dayski clutching a steaming pizza box. He looks lost. They look delighted. Before he can say 'here's your order,' Andi grabs his belt and yanks him inside. Six hands land on him at once—Lolly tugs off his cap, Rachael palms the bulge already swelling in his jeans, Payton licks her lips. Damion's brain short-circuits: last week's fantasy football forum did not prepare him for this lapdance-by-committee. He lets them steer him to the couch. Shirts fly. Shorts drop. Someone tips the pizza sideways, grease stains the rug. No one cares. Five hungry mouths take turns swallowing him down, spitting, gagging, laughing when he twitches. He tries to warn them he's close, but it's too late—warm ropes splash across Lauren's tits while the others crowd in to lick every drop off skin and leather. Damion slumps back, dazed. The girls high-five. Party's only just starting.