Steve Follows Up on Punky's Thought

Steve felt unusually unmotivated to leave his spot of surveillance over the ballroom as he chewed on the strangely irresistible gum Corrina had given him.

But Punky was right… Things were unusually heated. Hell, even his mind was dancing in unusually lurid thoughts for work. As Ariana slunk off the stage he breathed deeply realizing there’d have to be more than one stop. Half questioning if he wouldn't be better off a customer than a bouncer here tonight.

Slowly skulking his way towards where Punky had directed his attention, Steve strangely seemed drawn to the slightest glimpse of feminine curves as he tried not to stare in any one direction as he went towards the first table of concern.

As Steve approached Ebony he shook his head at the lithe black girl, she’d pushed the table away from her and the guys, grinding on the lap of one of the three guys at the table. His hands clenched the bottom of his chair tightly as Ebony reached a hand down the undone fronts of the pants adorning the guy seated to either side.

“Doe’n worry boys. I gots this.” Ebony confidently instructed in a husky voice, eyeing the approaching bouncer with a toothy smile that glowed under the blacklights.

Sighing deeply Steve stood before the quartet looking knowingly at Ebony. “Seriously.” Steve remarked glancing to where Ebony’s hands each disappeared as all Ebony did was glare at him knowingly, with a mischievous grin.

“Rules are they can na touch me. But they allow me to touch’a them.” Ebony stated cheekily, provoking thrown back heads and groans as she gripped and pulled on the cocks in hands. “I gots no complaints.”

“We don’t do sex services, you know this.” Steve remarked moving the table aside and stepping closer, standing imposingly over Ebony, trying to focus on how the last girl caught doing sex services stopped at this point. "Time to stop." Steve added as Ebony licked her teeth.

Steve's mind wandered, thinking of how perfect her lips looked, a lick of her tongue across them provoking question of just how it might feel across the tip of his cock.

“This is no sex service. They’re not cumming. It’s all about the fantasy, teasing them with the prospect of a chance.” Ebony slowly remarked through heavy breaths, and swaying body, her voice strangely, passionately carrying over the other noise of the club. “It’s about making ‘em want that lap dance.” Ebony added with a grin and a groan, pressing down her ass into David’s cock.

Steve shook his head, Ebony was splitting hairs here. Looking around Steve saw no sign of Alice, contemplating whether to argue semantics, feeling more inclined to watch just how far Ebony would go, rather than stop her. Trying to ignore the lewd ideas surfacing everywhere he looked and he glanced about the room, before thinking about Ebony bobbing on his cock once more as his gaze returned to her.

“Look…” Steve began reluctantly only to pause as Ebony’s face soured with annoyance like a child feeling like the rules were unfair.

“Roxy was doin’ dis first. Go bother her.” Ebony rudely remarked before Steve cut in with a response.

“I’ll go have this talk with her. But first you're going to…”

"And Skye?" Ebony then reference nodding at the corner where she wouldn't be surprised to learn Skye was doing more than just a public lap dance.

A broad grin crossed Ebony’s face as a corrupt idea surfaced in her sinking moral perspective. “Unless…” Ebony remarked invitingly, licking her bared teeth then lips once more.

Steve rolled his eyes, not sure he wanted to even ask. “Unless… Really?” Steve remarked sardonically, unable to shake the idea of feeling Ebony’s lips around his cock from his mind as he chewed down harder on the gum he had been given earlier in the night.

“ Staff allowed to do lots more than custs. Don’t say anything about boys, or girls…” Ebony remarked looking to the wanton gazes either side of her. “Pull out Dat cock. Help me sell dis.” Ebony then added leaning back and pushing out her now C cup breasts and her hardened dark nipples.