"Sure!"

Emily bit her lower lip as she decided to whether to go through with offering a private dance for the couple she had just met earlier. She nodded and smiled.

"I'm going to the ATM. I'll be right back," Ryan said. "I'll meet up with you at the VIP entrance." He did not make much as a field research archaeologist but he came from a wealthy family and had a big trust fund from his grandfather.

Emily and Marlissa walked to the back to the private champagne rooms, where the entrance was guarded by a big bald bouncer. "You were pretty good," the bouncer complimented Emily. "I'm Tony. I guess you wanna do a private dance already?"

"Yes," Emily answered nervously.

"It'll be fifty bucks for the house fee," he answered as Ryan got back from the ATM, "plus twenty for the VIP door fee." Ryan paid the fees before Emily could protest.

"Thank you!" Emily gushed at Ryan, hugging him as the bouncer open the door to the VIP lounge for them.

"Take whichever room you want," the big bald man grumbled, pointing to the six doors in the dark hallway lit by black lights.

The young brunette lead the couple to the farthest available private champagne room. The small dark room was lit by black light lamps, its walls were mirrored, and the only furniture was a leather couch and a side table with two glasses and a bottle in an ice bucket. Barely audible music played from ceiling speakers.

"Please sit," Emily said nervously, motioning the two towards the sofa. She closed the door behind them.

"Do not be nervous, honey," Marlissa said in a calm motherly voice as her green eyes glowed in the dark. "Just dance."

Emily nodded and her white smile shone in the darkness from the UV lights. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and started moving to Cherry Pie by Warrant. Marlissa and Ryan were in awe as the young waitress got up on the table and erotically danced to the music -- flinging her long hair about, gyrating her hips, and thrusting her ass towards them.

Marlissa did what Ryan wanted to do -- but felt too embarrassed to -- unzipped his pants and pulled out his enraged erection. His big, fat cock did not escape Emily's attention even while she danced. She could not stop staring as Marlissa stroked his thick, veiny shaft, all the while the couple continued to watch the brunette dance on the table.

Emily pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her big tits, and flung the shirt at Ryan, who deftly caught it. With a mischievous smile, she turned around and bent over, letting Marlissa and Ryan a nice view of her ass as she pulled down her skintight yoga pants. Ryan pulled out a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and gave it to Marlissa, who tucked it into Emily's g-string panties.

"Would you like to make some more money, sweetie?" Marlissa purred, her green eyes glowing subtly as she licked the length of Ryan's cock before kissing its tip. "We will give you five hundred dollars if you fuck my husband."

Both Ryan and Emily stared at Marlissa at her suggestion and then at each other. Ryan never paid for sex, let alone for five hundred dollars! Emily never offered sex for money, let alone for five hundred dollars!