Connie, a girl-next-door redhead.

"How about her?" Marlissa asked Ryan while she waved to a redhead wearing a white tank top and Daisy Dukes that showed off her long, slender legs. Ryan stopped eating and quickly wiped his mouth of the hot wing sauce when he saw the redhead was approaching them.

"Hi there, I'm Connie," the stripper said to Ryan with a bit of nervousness in her voice. "Would you two like a private dance?"

"How much is it for the champagne room?" Ryan asked.

"It's a hundred and fifty dollars for half an hour and a bottle of champagne," Connie answered. "Plus extra depending on the services."

"What are the services?" Ryan asked, looking into his wallet and wondered if he needed to go to the ATM for more cash.

"I can't mention them out here," the redhead said, looking around subtlety. "You're not cops are you?"

"No, we're not cops," Ryan answered, wondering if they may get into trouble by getting a private dance at the back.

"Well, a private dance starts at $100. You pay more to get more," Connie whispered in Ryan's ear.

"I'm going to the ATM," he said, offering his seat for Connie. "I'll be right back." Ryan didn't make much as a field research archeologist but he came from a wealthy family and had a big trust fund from his grandfather.

"Hi," Connie said, offering her hand to Marlissa to shake.

"Hi." Marlissa smiled back. She could sense the girl was new to stripping. "Are you new to this?"

"Yeah," Connie replied, bowing her head down a bit. "I need the cash."

"Don't worry we can help out with that," Marlissa said in a soothing motherly voice and the young redhead felt more at ease.

Ryan came back with a heavier wallet. "Shall, we ladies?"

Connie lead the couple to the back to the private champagne rooms, where the entrance was guarded by a big bald bouncer. Ryan paid the bouncer the rental plus a twenty dollar tip before the redhead lead them down the hallway to the farthest 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," Connie said, motioning the two towards the sofa. She closed the door behind them. Her white smile and tank top shone in the darkness from the UV lights.

"So what are your services," Ryan asked curiously as he sat down with Marlissa. The two stared the curvy 5'6" redhead with large tits, barely contained in her tank top.

"Private dancing is $100. If you want a handjob it'll be $150. A blowjob will cost you $250. But..." the redhead paused with some apprehension. "...but if you want to have sex it'll be $500."

Ryan looked at Marlissa, whose smiled glowed in the dark. He has a beautiful demon of lust and sex as his lifetime companion. It was odd he would ever need to pay to fulfill his carnal needs but there was something exciting about having another woman with him and Marlissa.