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Chapter 16 by cphi cphi

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Ana's got skills....

{if Morality < 30
}As you start into your second Screwdriver, you start to relax. Sure, Ana is slowly but surely climbing her way onto Jack, and he's doing nothing to stop her, and Lucy is being... Lucy, but the **** is calming your nerves. You've done nothing wrong.
{elseif Morality < 45
}The second Screwdriver is swimming through your veins, loosening your apprehension and inhibitions. This is fun. Ana is practically on Jack's lap, now, and no longer even concerned when her robe flaps open to expose tanned flesh. You've gotten a eyeful of a perky breast more than once. Lucy is laughing at some story Jack is telling, and you haven't stopped her from rubbing your arm occasionally.
{else
}The second Screwdriver has washed away any misgivings you might have had about this endeavor. {if Frustration > 25
}Your cock is straining against your boxers as y{else
}Y{endif
}ou watch Ana practically climb into Jack's lap, heedless of how much of her tanned body she exposes. Lucy is laughing and leaning over, rubbing your arm as Jack tells a funny story from work. You suddenly feel jealous that Ana is draped over Jack, though that makes no sense.{endif
}
"...boss has a weakness for strippers, apparently." Jack finishes his story with a nod towards the pole. "I can't say I don't share that weakness, truth be told."
"Oh you're in luck, then." Lucy points at Ana, "This one is practically a Pussycat Doll. She worked the pole for like, two years when she first graduated high school."
"Psh... that was like... nine years ago." Ana laughs, and Jack slips a hand inside her robe, probably cupping a breast. He whispers in her ear, which leads to a sly smile spreading on her lips. She quickly hops off his lap.
"What?" Lucy looks intrigued.
"Give me some music, Luce. I'm going to earn some cash while we wait..."
Lucy looks to Jack, who shrugs.
"I told her I'd pay her $100 for a show."
Lucy whoops with delight, coming around the bar. "Excellent!" She grabs your hand, {if Morality < 30
} towing you along somewhat against your will to one of the deep armchairs. {else
} leading you to one of the deep armchairs. {endif
} She grabs a remote from the end table, turning on a sound system.
"Any preferences, girl?"
"Don't act like you don't know..." Ana puts her back to the pole, cinching the sash of her bathrobe tight, and bending one knee to plant her foot against the pole as she snakes her hands above her head. "Play my song."
I'm feelin' sexyyyyyy...... I wanna hear you say my naaame......
When Beyonce kicks off, Ana kicks into gear. Ten years have done nothing to dull her skills. Lifting, twirling and bouncing, she grooves to "Naughty Girl", and her robes rises up to bare her shapely legs as she twirls. Jack is paying rapt attention, and you find that you can't tear your eyes away either.
Around the end of the first chorus, Ana pulls her sash loose, letting one shoulder of her robe slip down to expose her breast, before re-covering, and bending double, ass towards the audience, hem of the robe hiked up to show that undeniable ass, clapping around her black thong.
"Ow, Oww!!" Lucy yells from her perch on the arm of your chair, snapping her fingers. "Get it, girl!" When she lowers her hand, she plants it in your lap.
I know you want my body...
You can't deny that you do. Jack certainly isn't. He pulls out a fan of twenties, waving them at Ana as she looks over her shoulder, and beckons her closer.
"Can daddy get a lap dance, sugar? Another $100?"

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