Call it a night; come back tomorrow

NOTE:- This thread was originally submitted by, and is credited to CRISWELL.

You decide that fucking Madonna is enough fantasy fulfillment for one evening. If you don't pull yourself away at some point you'll probably never leave. Hell, you've got plenty of free nights.

You pick yourself up and put everything back in its proper place, giving Madonna a last kiss. "Come back soon," she says as you leave. You slip out a back exit, drive home, and quickly fall asleep.

The next morning you're surprised to find the card in your suit pocket, confirming that this was in fact not a dream. Work that day goes by swiftly, and you're surprisingly patient given what awaits you tonight. You feel relaxed and rather energetic; you never thought a good screw would do this much for you.

That night you arrive at the club well after it's opened. You've no sooner reached the club floor than Madonna bounces up to you perkily, in the same sexy outfit. She says "Hey, lover!" and gives you a quick smooch as you wrap your arm around her.

"Couldn't wait to get back, huh?" she asks.

"Well I didn't get to see all of the club last time," you joke.

"I guess not." She leads you to a bar near the back; this time you have no trouble following her. "You're in luck, honey," she continues. "I've been telling all the other girls what a stud you are." She pats your crotch appreciatively; you give her ass a quick squeeze in return.

"I didn't think I was THAT good."

"Oh, you were. That was so what I needed, let me tell you. It's not like we come because we need the money; we wanna have fun, and this place lets us do that without the tabloids hanging around. A guy like you, who knows what he's doing, who treats a girl right- well, you'll be in demand."

You begin to blush. Maybe this is just some sales ploy to keep you coming back; then again, it's not like you need any encouragement.

You sit down at the bar next to Madonna. On your other side is a thirty-ish businesswoman sharing a drink with Vin Diesel. At the end of the bar you can see Heather Graham leaning over a shot glass, showing plenty of cleavage. She catches you looking and winks at you.

"You've got plenty of options tonight," your companion says, regaining your attention. "Your membership seems to be working out, you're not getting in any trouble, so the staff told me to tell you that you're welcome to any of our specials."

"Specials?" You honestly don't know what she's talking about- what could be a more premium service than actually having sex with a hot celebrity dancer?

"Well, you know all the little things strip clubs and those seedy places do. Shower shows, massages, some of the celebs give little peepshows- not many people do 'em because they're busy with the dancers, but we can make a lot of fantasies come true."

Your mind reels as she lists off the possibilities. "Wow, I dunno- the dancers seem fine to me..."

"Well you can have a special with any of 'em. In fact some of the girls I told already asked if you'd be interested."

She must not have been kidding about your reputation. You could get used to this. "Who are they?"

"Well, let me list some of the ideas. You can have..."