A Private Show

"Oooooh I know!" said Misty very excitedly.

"Huh?" grunted the man. He looked up from Diana's breasts for the first time since they were exposed. He didn't let go of them but he did stop fondling with them.

"Just wait right here stud," Misty said to the man then, cupping her hand over Diana's ear Misty whispered, "Keep your hands behind your back and let me guide you by your nipple." Misty virtually had to pry the man's hands off Diana's tits. "Back in a sec. Don't go anywhere," she told him with a wink. Misty gave Diana's right nipple a twist before pinching it tightly causing Diana to wince.

"Ow! Ow! Ow" cried Diana as Misty started leading her by the nipples. Misty deliberately kept changing her speed and the height of her hand to cause Diana as much pain and discomfort as possible. What Diana failed to realise was the more she cried out, the more it encouraged Misty to hurt her.

After what seemed like a full tour of club to Diana, they finally reached a private room. However this private room was special, it had recording equipment in it. Every 'private room' had recording equipment in but it was usually hidden. Lisa Martone's philosophy was you never knew who would want a dance, or to cheat on their wife. Sooner or later they would be caught so Lisa Martone figured it was best if she was the one that caught them. However this room was different. It had the surveillance cameras hidden throughout the room but it also had half a dozen cameras on tripods. Some of Bunny's clientele liked to have memories of their time at Bunny's so Bunny's offered a service where they would record the lap dance (or whatever else the client requested). For these shows the girls always wore a mask to keep their identity safe. Misty was not about to offer Diana the same luxury.

Misty led Diana to the middle of the room and gave her nipple one final twist before releasing her grip. "Kneel," ordered Misty. Diana complied. "You want to ask me some questions, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to know the easiest way to ask me as many questions as you want?"

"Please."

"Become one of the girls." Misty waited for this suggestion to fully take hold. "So this is going to be your audition. You're going to give that man a tit-job. Remember the customer is always right. If the customer want to give your funbags a firm squeeze that is allowed." To emphasise her point, Misty gave Diana's breasts a very firm squeeze. Diana's hands were still behind her back. Misty moved on to Diana's nipples. "If he wants to play with these, it's encouraged. I know it could be a problem for you because your nipples are sooo sensitive."

Misty had no idea whether such a ridiculous suggestion would take hold. She pressed a little harder just in case. "Oooh!" said Diana as she bit her lip. Misty couldn't believe it worked. Then she remembered her earlier suggestion.

"I know you find all this embarrassing, humiliating and degrading but you still need to made suggestion to improve the customer's satisfaction. Do you understand?"

"No," said Diana. She was still quite naïve when it came to pleasuring a man.

"Well if he's playing with your nipples," said Misty as she continued to play with Diana's nipples. "You should say something like: you can squeeze harder. Now do you understand?" Diana just moaned and nodded her head. "If he wants you to masturbate you can do but you're not allowed to cum. You can only cum with my permission." Misty crouched down so she was eye-to-eye with Diana. "If you don't pass the test, you want be able to ask me any more questions." With that she gave Diana's nipples one final painful tug and stood up. Misty spent the next two minutes getting Diana into position so her actions would be caught on camera. Happy that everything was set, Misty left the room and went to find the man.