Money talks.

Beth thought about the money, which was roughly 75% of what she would expect to take home that night. It's just a blowjob. That's not cheating... it's a job. It's for money. {if Formation = 5} I've done it before...
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She finished the song, and turned to the best man. "Money up front, and all of you get out, I'm not having an audience."
"Of course... of course." He dug out a wad of cash. He counted it in front of her, while the rest of the guys huddled around the groom, rubbing his shoulders and making him drink from the expensive champagne bottle. They had better cool it, or he's not going to be able to keep it up.
After she counted the cash and tucked it away in the corner of the VIP room, she started a slow, sensual lapdance of the groom, while the others, laughed and hooted while leaving the room.
"You ready, baby?" The groom looked incredibly nervous, but he was eyeing her with desire. She smiled. "Relax baby... what's your name?"
"David." He breathed as she knelt, opening his khakis to reveal the telltale bump in his black briefs. "I....I've never....you're really beautiful."
"Thank you, sweetie. You're pretty cute yourself." She kept the tone light and sexy as she pulled out his cock. It was rapidly hardening, nothing special in terms of size, but it smelled clean enough as she kissed from the base to the tip.
"Jesus...that's..." David was riveted. Beth did a little bit of lapdancing with his cock exposed, really working her body against it. By the noises he was making, she was worried that he might pop before she had a chance to actually do the job.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Fuck yeah it does." He had his hands on her hips as she twerked her g-string against his bare cock. Practically nothing was between his cock and her pussy. It was time.

She started slow, stroking while she sucked, tonguing underneath the head and rubbing his balls. He moaned, clearly enjoying it.
"Is...can I touch your head?"
"Yes. Just don't push, baby." she went back to sucking, and David put both hands on her head, stroking her hair while she bobbed up and down. He didn't push: she thought he might be terrified of doing anything to make the blowjob stop or get into trouble. Right, because this isn't trouble.
Don't think. Just get it done.
The situation proved too much for David in a short amount of time. He did his best, but after a few minutes, he was warning her of the impending eruption, which she took in her mouth with little fanfare, squeezing every drop before elegantly rising from her knees, swaying over to a garbage can, and depositing the load into it. The cum was not pleasant: salty and with a pungent smell.
"Has it been a while, baby?" she asked as she swayed back.
"Yeah... Lisa doesn't... she doesn't like to..." he seemed to find guilt when he said his fiancee's name. Don't think about fiancees right now.
"Alright, baby. Our time's up. Why don't you zip up, and take that bottle back to a table with your boys." She leaned down to eye level. "And I hope I don't have to remind you that this didn't happen, right?"
"Sure."
She patted his cheek and blew him a kiss. "Good boy. Mazel tov."
Beth took her outfit under her arm and headed to the dressing room. She was done for the night after that: no reason to continue dancing tonight after that payday. She stepped into the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash before getting dressed. After DJ fees and house fees, she was clearing over 500 on the night. It was definitely a high end shift for only 6 hours. The clock was reading 1:10 AM. Brian would be home... a twinge of guilt hit her, but she shrugged it off. It's just a job. Besides, Brian would likely be asleep after his long day.
She hit the door and drove home, feeling the ache in her ankles and legs. Money was good though, especially her own money, earned by her own effort. She didn't like the idea of being dependent on anyone.