Lunch and a show.

Doe leads the four of you down the black-painted hallway, around a corner and out to a dingy main room.

Apparently, she's brought you to a small lap-dancing club.

It's a very small, dimly lit room with a tiny stage maybe 2m on a side with the obligatory pole mounted between it and the ceiling.

There are only 12 small tables, and maybe six other customers apart from your small party.

She leads you all to a small table at one end of the room and calls a waitress over. They serve a light lunch, so Doe orders sandwiches and coffees for everyone (you do have to go back to work, don't you?).

You absently pick away at your uninspired excuse for a bacon sandwich and watch the show.

The petite blonde is from somewhere in Eastern Europe. She's dancing seductively on the small stage, twirling around the pole and gyrating in tune to the dance music blaring from distant speakers.

As she quickly sheds her dress and bra, she's left wearing only a small thong and high heels. She picks up the tempo, bending over slowly and seductively and then wraps her legs around the pole, and then leaning back and touching the floor, letting her oversized breasts lean painfully downward as though they're trying to stretch to her neck.

Doe slips her hand on your thigh under the table and begins rubbing your cock gently through your trousers.

You look over at Clarice and Ken and they appear to be deep in conversation about the dancer. Ken's arm is draped around her, gently caressing her breast with his hand.

The dance ends and a brunette takes the stage.

She starts off slowly and is soon out of her blue cocktail dress and down to a lacy bit of lingerie with stockings and suspenders.

Doe unzips your flies and expertly manoeuvres your cock out of your pants. She slowly begins pumping your cock beneath the table.

The blonde dancer from the last dance steps to your table offering a lap dance.

"Get your cash out, John."

You fumble for your wallet and hand over the 20 note while Doe continues working your cock.

The dancer drops her kimono instantly and begins jiggling her breasts virtually in your face.

Doe continues to pump, her second hand now cupping your balls and rubbing your thighs.

The dancer turns round, bends over, then gently pulls the thong aside, giving you a flash of her pussy. She obviously enjoys her work.

Doe continues pumping and just as the dancer ends her act by pulling your head between her breasts, you explode under the table from Doe's work.

The dancer kisses you full on the lips, winks at Doe and heads off to tout for more business, collecting her kimono as she departs.

"I think you were a bit pent up..." Doe giggles. "What have you been up to?"