A trade: a show in exchange for information

A smirk spread across your face as a mischievous plan began formulating in your mind. "How about a deal, gentlemen?" you asked. "You tell me anything and everything important about the fella who owns this place, and I'll ... dance for you for as long as the information flows." You bit your lip seductively, making it obvious what kind of dance you were offering.

The two men glanced at each other again; the lust in their eyes was evident. Slowly, Gold Chains nodded, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards. "Aight, Nightie, show us what you got." Stupid Laugh gave a stupid laugh.

You stood up and swayed over to Gold Chains, holding your hand out for your batons. "If you don't mind ...?"

Hesitantly, he handed them over before sitting down next to his friend. "Start dancing, then, Nightie," he said.

Smirking, you began gently undulating your hips to the beat coming from below, allowing yourself to get lost a little in the rhythm. "Start talking, then, Mr 'King'," you said as your hands lightly caressed your bare midriff.

"Uh ..." Gold Chains hesitated, clearly distracted by the movement of your body.

"The guy who runs this place's called Sour Bill," Stupid Laugh started after a moment, although his eyes were locked on your ass. "He, uh ..."

"He's kinda small," Gold Chains continued. As he talked, you couldn't help noticing the bulge growing in his sweatpants. "Like, midget-small, and he's weird-ass, too."

Still listening, you kept dancing to the heavy thumping coming through the floor, and honestly you were starting to get more and more aroused from the two men's gazes; you swayed over to the bar, leant against it with your back to them and bent over a little, giving them an amazing view of your bikini-clad ass as you shook it from side to side. Irritated, you realized that they had gone silent, and you glanced over your shoulder. "Keep talking."

Stupid Laugh jumped slightly and shook his head. "Uh, yeah ..."

"Yeah, he's weird, man. We barely see him, but sometimes he just kicks everyone out and lets some nasty-ass chicks in -"

"Yeah, like, they've always got weird costumes on - I mean, a couple of them are hot, like that one who's always in that red jumpsuit -"

"Bit like you, Nightie. But not so much of the goody-two-shoes shtick," Gold Chains said.

You grinned inwardly as your hands teased the hem your bikini-bottoms. You've got to be kidding, no way is this a villainess hideout, you thought to yourself. "How many of these women are we talking about?" you asked. It was starting to become difficult to keep your mind on the interrogation; the heat in your loins was distracting, and your eyes kept straying to the bulges straining against their pants.

They glanced at each other. "I dunno, ten, fifteen?" Stupid Laugh said.

"Yeah, probs, but it changes, you know?" Gold Chains said.

You nodded, only half paying attention. In order to cool off a little, you pulled your bodysuit up over your head, throwing it onto the floor as you freed your tits. Stupid Laugh gaped at your perky boobs, and Gold Chains' eyes seemed to double in size. "So where can I find Sour Willy? Where does he hang out most of the time?" you asked.

"Uh ... Sour Bill's upstairs in his office, usually," Gold Chains said dazedly. "He's got the entire floor to himself."

You were starting to get the impression that you'd milked them for all they were worth, at least in the information department. Although judging by the erections straining against their pants, they had plenty that needed milking elsewhere. You giggled to yourself at the thought...