Full service.

Ryan looked at Marlissa to make sure she okay with this. Her bright smiled shone in the UV lights. "Whatever you want, honey."

"That's five hundred for full service includes the dancing, handjob, blowjob..." Ryan asked nervously, pausing briefly. "...and sex, right?" He had always thought it was an urban legend about sex in a strip club's champagne room.

"Yes," Tiffany said with a seductive smile as she undid her corset to release her enormous tits from their confines. "Plus an extra hundred for your wife watching."

Ryan was sold with that point. He took out a thick wad of bills from his wallet and counted them on the table. "Six hundred."

Tiffany bent over, giving the couple a nice view of her hanging tits, to pick up the cash and put it in her clutch purse. With a smile she started dancing to the barely audible music, twirling around in her g-string panty and high heels, for a few minutes before climbing onto Ryan's lap. She pressed her tits against his face while grinding her crotch against his. With a wink to Marlissa, the blonde spun around, pressing her round ass against the bulge in his pants, and grabbed his hands to plant them on her breasts, which he found out were real unlike a lot of busty strippers. She let out a low moan when he squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples.

Luckily for Ryan she slid off his lap, kneeling in front of him, and she unzipped his pants to free his erection. Ryan looked down and the blonde stared back him as she licked his balls and the underside of his shaft. Reaching the tip of his cock, Tiffany twirled her tongue around it while she furiously stroked his cock to make it as hard as possible. Satisfied it was hard as granite, the stripper engulfed his cock like a snake would with its prey.

"Goddamn," Ryan muttered as he looked down to watch Tiffany's head furiously bob up and down his shaft. He wanted to lie back and enjoy the blowjob but part of him wanted to bend the blonde over the table right there and then.