Special agent Dale Cooper was aroused by the sight of the native american stripper in front of him. It had been a long day working with the investigation of a woman called Laura Palmer and the sexual tension had to find some way out. The stripper picked up on his interest and stepped down from the scene. She gracefully lifted one leg and planted her right shoe on his shoulder. She then proceeded to lean her bossom towards him for then to whisper into his ear: "Join me in the champagne room." Her eyes were shimmering with lust. He knew that she meant business. Serious business.
He quickly followed her and once they were in the champagne room behind the many crates of Santana DVX sparkling wine she looked at him and said: "My name is Pochahontas. I'll suck your dick if you buy me some more Santana"
Dale hesitated, this was prostitution and he was a man of the law. On the other hand this was not the kind of girl you stood up in any way. He looked into her eyes to check if he was able to pass it up and he jizzed in his pants.
He quickly followed her and once they were in the champagne room behind the many crates of Santana DVX sparkling wine she looked at him and said: "My name is Pochahontas. I'll suck your dick if you buy me some more Santana"
Dale hesitated, this was prostitution and he was a man of the law. On the other hand this was not the kind of girl you stood up in any way. He looked into her eyes to check if he was able to pass it up and he jizzed in his pants.