Jenna's motives....

Jenna leads you away from the rail to a table. After a minute, a waitress comes by, and soon you have two fruity cocktails in front of you.
"I did my research on this place..." she confides, placing a hand in your lap and leaning close.
"Really? When?"
"This morning...before Karen and I met the realtor..." she giggles, and continues. "A lot of the girls here... offer 'extras.'" She gives a devilish smile.
"Extras." you respond flatly. You know what that means. Jenna opens her purse, and reveals a white envelope, and opens it to reveal cash... fifties, twenties and tens.
"Jesus Christ, Jen. How much...?"
"About $2,000. The sites I went to were vague on how much it would cost, but they all said that CREAM is the motto in this place."
CREAM. You're not so out of touch that you don't know it means "Cash Rules Everything Around Me." "The money is from my personal checking, baby. It's... a gift. I want.... I want you to have something fun and naughty... and I want to watch." Her pupils are dilated, she's breathing heavy. She's licking her lips. She's serious.
"You little cat." You kiss her lips. "You really want to see me get pleasured by one of these fine young things?"
"Yes...sir...show me my place. Pick the girl you think is the hottest...I'll make sure she gets enough of this to do whatever you want."
"What about...disease, Jenna?"
She opens her purse further to reveal a string of condoms. "I thought of that too, baby..."
"Interesting..."
"Baby...we don't have to if you don't want to...I just...the thought of you...getting pleasured by a stripper while I can only watch...such exquisite dominance...What better way to exercise your power than by showing me you'll only fuck me when and how you want to, because you aren't afraid to get what you need elsewhere..."
You don't know if the booze has scrambled Jenna's brain, or if this is some kind of elaborate trap, or what... but her constant rubbing of your junk is driving rational thought out of your head....
And then.... she appears.

She's a black haired vision of walking sexual energy, in lacy lingerie and candy apple red lipstick. Her porcelain skin and raven hair provide a delicious contrast, and her smile is quirky and fun as she approaches your table. Her 38C's rest naturally and comfortable on her 5'2" frame, with not an ounce of fat that you can see. apart from a luscious booty and those well sized breasts.
"Hey folks! How are you tonight? Interested in a little company? I'm Paulina."
Jenna looks at your face, and your dropped jaw, and smiles. "Why yes we were, Paulina." She pulls out the envelope and flashes some of the contents. Despite the darkness, "Paulina" gets the intent. "I think my husband here needs a dance."