Anke joins them in the booth

“That was quite a show,” said Steve. “Are you sure you’re ok with all this. I’d never thought you would be into all of this.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought,” said Nora. “Maybe I’m just taking an interest in something new. What do you make of it all?”

“I’m amazed at how confident she was and how she let herself be fucked in front of everyone like that. The audience was so nice as well. Your friend Antoine was right. How do you know him again?” Steve asked.

“He’s a friend of a friend,” said Nora. “Anyway it’s nearly time. Are you ready for our private lap dance?”

“I think so,” said Steve.

“Let’s go then,” said Nora. “Unless you’re still too hard to stand up without embarrassing yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Steve protested.

Nora and Steve headed over to a row of doors on one side of the bar and found number 3. They handed the token over to a member of staff who opened the door to let them in.

They were now in a smallish room with subdued mood lighting. On one side of the room was a low couch, covered in red leather. The other side of the room had floor to ceiling mirrors and a stripper pole on a small circular platform. Looking up Steve and Nora could see ceiling was also mirrored. Some smooth jazz was playing quietly.

“Excited?” asked Nora, putting her hand on Steve’s chest as if to feel his heart.

“A little,” said Steve. “What happens next?”

“Let’s sit down and see,” said Nora. “Unless you want to give the pole a spin while we’re waiting.”

They sat down and a moment later a slim young woman entered the room from a door on the other side.

“I’m Anke,” she said. “I’m your entertainment for the night.”

She was wearing a white, half cup push up bra, emphasising her small breasts, some tiny white panties and hold up white stockings. The outfit was finished off with a pair of patent white stilettos.

She adjusted a dial on the wall and the jazz became a touch louder, then stepped on the platform, put both hands on the pole and began to dance.