I'll talk to the drinking stripper.

You could have stared at the woman drinking at the bar and admired her for half an hour. It was hard to gauge the complexion of her skin while she was beneath the purple and pink lights, but she looked pale under her laced panties and bra. Her black stockings covered her long legs sexily, and her tattoo sleeve made her look exotic. When you stroll over to her, she flashes her green eyes at you and blows some of her loose short, curly red hair from her face. Her smile, still as friendly as you first met eyes, glowed with charisma. A little red bow was tied around her neck, adding uniqueness to her attire, especially the other girls.

The girl straights her back and blows out a cloud one last time from her cigarette before she smothers it on an ashtray. The neon lights above her body illuminate her face as she welcomes you. “Hey, handsome.” The tone of voice she uses doesn’t match her once friendly demeanor. It’s low and seductive. She offers a seat to you that’s close to her, and you take it.

You take the seat and reach out to pull her in, but she steps just a little out of reach. “It’s a little early for me to be letting my clients touch me without a conversation. She leans in, giving you a good look at her proud breasts pressing against the fabric of her bra. “But, if you show me you have a head on your shoulders, I might do a little more for you.”

“Well,” you smile. “Let me start off with this then.”

You brought money with you—lots of money. You pull out a wad of cash and hand it to her, making the stripper’s eyes go wide. “Mm. Mister Money bags, huh? Should I be scared that you’re carrying this much cash on you?”

“It’s Warren, and I do.”

Almost like it was on cue, the volume of the music increases. It’s a song without words, just one of a soft and seductive beat. The girl glances up and then back at you. She steps backward, pulling her finger at you to follow her. She guides you to a leather chair and sits you down. She studies you, judging what she should and shouldn’t do to you. “I was looking for a conversation, but it’s clear you’re here for a bit more than that. The name’s Ivy, by the way, and I’ll be taking care of you during your stay.”

And with that, she starts to sway her hips in slow motions in tune with the beat coming from above. Her hands slowly rub up against her tight body, starting with her hips and pulling at her panties band. Ivy winks at you and then turns herself away from you as she shows her ass, hardly covered in the lingerie set she chose to wear to work. She sways her ass, giving you a more perverted glimpse of who is “taking care of you” for the entirety of your stay.

She turns to face you again and leans, her hands on your thighs as she sticks her sexy body out for display for all the others in the room to be jealous about. Your lips feel a little dry to you wet them. Ivy mimics this, but her lips are already glossy and reflective. As she balances herself on you, she clicks her tongue and stares deeply into your eyes. Her body still subtly dances to the lewd music from above. “Got anything else for me?”

“I’ve always got more,” you remark.

Ivy grins and grabs your hand. “Let’s go somewhere private then.”

You don’t bother hiding your boner when you stand up to follow her to the private rooms. The private room she leads you to is a tight space with nothing more than a thick curtain concealing you both from the hallway you traveled down. Once the curtain is pulled, a dim strip light above the room is illuminated.

Ivy gets on her hands and knees and begins to crawl towards you with an amazingly sexy grin curled on her lips. She climbs into your lap and begins to roll her hips against your bulge. You can tell Ivy’s much more intimate now that there’s no one else to watch her. She grabs your hands and forces you to touch her now. Smooth, warm, and very woman-like. You throb and compliment her, making her grin turn toothy suggestively playful. Without her guidance, you rub your hands over her breasts.

You reach around and unclasp her bra, and toss it aside. You stare at her contrasting dark nipples under her purple-lit body. She runs her hands through your hair and moans. Her eyes are transfixed to yours as her moans melt into low, sexual purrs that can be just heard under the beat of the music still.

“Oh, what’s this?” She pauses and looks down. Her eyes train to her pussy and the throbbing lump in your trousers as you press painfully against your pants. She exhales, the sound of excitement rolls through her body, making her tremble. “You are…indeed big. What do you want me to do with that fat cock of yours?"