In da club.

You walk down into the dark, neon-soaked confines of Club 316. It's a smaller club, but it appears every bit as classy as a marquee establishment. You've never been to this club, but it's definitely not the Black Diamond. Cushioned banquettes line the walls, and deep armchairs surround small tables dotted throughout. Pictures of scantily clad, big-titted dancers adorn the walls, and posters advertising upcoming featured performers. The main, u-shaped stage with poles dominates the space, and there's the obvious private rooms down a hallway. You pay the covers, and head to the bar. The bartender,a pretty black haired beauty with big tits in a black bikini top, smiles at you.
"Welcome to 316 folks! What can I get you?"
You get some drinks, and then Jenna brings you over to a seat by the stage where a nice blonde, slighly chubby but very sexy, is dancing. Jenna seems to like her, and you spend some time there, tipping and enjoying her dance. She takes an interest in you, and tells you that her name is Tiffani. At one point, you swear Jenna is going to put her face in Tiffani's ass, but she restrains herself. You look around for Karen and Jack, and after a minute you can see them getting some attention from some dancers over at a small table by the private rooms. They seem to be fine, and more affectionate with each other than you've seen since they arrived. Time and strippers heal all wounds?
When Tiffani leaves the stage, Jenna rubs your crotch and gives you big kiss. "This was such a good idea... I'm already having a good time!" She looks at the curtains where Tiffani has disappeared to.
{if JennaSub = 1
}She whispers, loud enough to be heard over the music. "I liked her a lot, sir. Didn't you?" She's using her submissive voice. Oh...it's like that, is it?
"She was cute..." you growl, gripping her wrist. "...is that why we're here?"
"I...I want to please you, sir. You deserve to enjoy whatever you want, and I want to see you enjoy it..."
"Whatever I want, huh?"
"Yes, sir..."
{else
}"Mmmf....she was hot... I love a girl who doesn't let a little wiggle get in the way of being sexy, don't you?"
You ponder for a moment about a safe way to answer that question, and Jenna laughs.
"Hey, I know I'm not as skinny as I was when we met, baby..." she kisses you again as a new dancer starts working the pole near your seat. She moves to plop herself down on your lap. "But I'm still sexy, right?" {if JxJCool = 1
}Your mind flutters, trying to figure out what game she's playing with all this. Is... is she feeling guilty? Or maybe, trying to justify her actions? You can't figure it out. {endif
}
"Of course you are." You put your hands on her hips, and she grinds on you as she greets the new dancer, dropping ones and laughing.{endif
}