Meat My Girlfriend

A crew of rowdy guys sits around a bachelor pad waiting on a stripper. The best man brags about how smoking she looked in real life, swearing the groom will remember this night forever. The knock hits the door and he drags Kitana Montana inside. Every jaw drops, but Johnny's face twists like he's seen a ghost. Kitana spots him too, shoots him a glare, then tips her head toward the hallway like they need privacy fast. She flashes the rest of the guys a bright smile and asks for help carrying her bag to the bathroom. Johnny jumps up before anyone else can move. Soon as the door shuts behind them, the whisper fight explodes. "What the fuck, babe? You're stripping now? You told me you danced!" Johnny spits. "I am a dancer," Kitana snaps back. The truth spills: they just started dating, and she kept this gig quiet so she wouldn't scare him off. Johnny demands to know how he's supposed to feel about his buddies eye-fucking his girlfriend. She shrugs, says it's work and he doesn't get a vote. He fires back that he should get some say as her man. Kitana's eyes flash. "If that pisses you off, you're really gonna hate what I'm about to do." She storms out, leaving Johnny standing there while the other five studs lean forward, ready to watch her dance.