A woman who just dismounted the pole settles dizzily into a chair. "You should totally go for it," she says in encouragement to the girl.
The boat we're standing on has no name. The owner has sunk so many boats that he no longer names them. But it's known by reputation as the headquarters of PC Ventures, the biggest porn purveyors in Party Cove. Marc Hinrichs and Kevin Barber own the company. Hinrichs films Party Cove's nakedness and broad-daylight sex. Barber then posts pictures and video teasers on PartyCoveXXX.com.
Barber's cousin is the girl on the stripper pole. She's in town from Alaska. She looks at Barber, as if asking permission.
"Turns out she's a partier," says Barber, who's from Gardner, Kansas. He wears Oakley sunglasses and board shorts. A tuft of chest hair points down at his white stomach. The 28-year-old nods approvingly and steps back to give his cousin room to dance.
A growing crowd of guys circle like sharks. There's a shirtless bouncer on our boat with strict instructions to enforce a favorable girl-to-guy ratio, so most of the men bob in the murky water and swarm on boats nearby. Beyond them, the tree-lined hillsides envelop the scene like a bucolic amphitheater.
Hinrichs sprawls on a bench upstairs on the top level of the houseboat. The 32-year-old has short hair and a goatee. A firm beer gut tanned the color of maple syrup augments his lanky frame. As usual, he wears just yellow swim trunks with a smiley face on the butt.
He's surrounded by a dozen or so dancing sorority types who have tied their boat up next to his. He hasn't had much luck getting them naked yet, in part because he creeped them out earlier when they asked him to take a group picture and he tried to get them to smile by yelling, "Think 12-inch cock!"
The 16-year-old thrusts her crotch toward the big rod and slides down to the worn carpet below. She moves fast, like a child afraid of getting caught doing something naughty. Cheers erupt from the sharks.
Barber turns his attention to a curvaceous redhead in a G-string bathing suit. He slathers shaving cream on her shoulders and arms. The red bombshell arches her back and pulls down the back of her bikini as the white foam runs down her ass.
Hinrichs catches the action from above. He likes to get his partner in the shots sometimes because Barber is married. "Every once in a while, I like to put one in of him. I'll send him a batch of files ... and see if he catches it." He chuckles before taking a swig of Miller Lite.
I have 18 hours left to go with the guys who make their living off Party Cove's debauchery. It's 4 p.m., and the party is just cranking up.
Hinrichs aims his camera at the woman covered in shaving cream. That's when he spots a serious buzz kill coming his way.
From about five boats away, a guy wearing red board shorts and covered in tattoos vaults across the line of boats like he's hopping lily pads. His name is Paul, and he's built like a kung-fu fighter. He's ranting incoherently, something about exploitation of minors. And he's charging straight toward Barber.