Charlie Hustle, Ivy and Janay

Charlie shows up at the strip club horny and half-hidden in the back row, already stroking himself while Ivy and Janay grind on stage. They catch him mid-stroke, yank him out of the chair, and drag him onto the platform. Floggers hiss through the air every time he hesitates, forcing each piece of clothing off until he’s naked under the lights. When his whimpering gets old, they hoist him upside down, ankles strapped, head dangling between Janay’s thighs. Ivy works a strap-on between his cheeks while Janay fucks his mouth; the two women rock him back and forth like a toy. They cut him down only to bend him over a stool, laying the leather across his balls and cock until he’s shaking. Every strike lands with a wet slap; every protest earns another.