Return to the VIP section to serve drinks and see what the 'private dance' opportunity might involve. I like totally need to try out these new luscious DSLs

https://imgur.com/a/L0S2Pdf

You saunter back toward the VIP section, one hand occasionally brushing against your newly plumped lips. Each touch sends a shiver of sensitivity through them, making you acutely aware of their fullness. The weight of stares follows you through the club—more intense than before, lingering on your mouth.

"There she is!" Jamie exclaims as you approach, his eyes immediately dropping to your transformed pout. "Holy shit, Riley. Did you just...?"

David stands up from the plush leather couch, drink in hand, his expression a mixture of surprise and unmistakable arousal. "Your lips—they're different."

You giggle, the sound bubbling up involuntarily. "Do you like them? I just totally needed to try out these new DSLs."

The men around them—three expensively dressed businessmen you don't recognize—exchange knowing glances.

"DSLs?" asks the tallest one, an athletic man with salt-and-pepper hair and a Rolex that catches the light with every gesture. He introduces himself as Marcus.

"Dick Sucking Lips," clarifies the man beside him—younger, with slicked-back dark hair and an Italian accent. He extends his hand. "Antonio. Pleasure to meet such a... talented addition to the staff."

The third man, heavyset with a well-trimmed beard, simply introduces himself as "Blake" while his eyes never leave your mouth.

"Riley's special," Jamie explains, gesturing for you to set down the drink tray on their table. "She's not just staff—she's with my good friend David here. But she's agreed to provide some... premium entertainment tonight."

The way he emphasizes "premium" makes it clear this goes beyond standard barmaid duties.

"What exactly does that involve?" you ask, your temporarily clear mind still able to seek clarification despite your bimbo programming.

Jamie gestures toward a door at the far end of the VIP section. "We have a private suite. Just dancing, some company for these gentlemen. They're celebrating Antonio's promotion, and they'd like someone beautiful to enhance their evening."

"The pay is exceptional," Marcus adds smoothly. "Five hundred pounds for an hour of your time."

Your eyes widen involuntarily. That's far more than you'd make all night as a barmaid.

"And I've already cleared it with Trixie," Jamie adds. "Your regular shift is covered if you'd prefer this assignment."

David watches you carefully, his expression unreadable. "It's up to Riley," he says finally. "Her choice."

You run your tongue over your plush new lips, acutely aware of how they part slightly even at rest, how they draw attention with every word you speak.

"The room has excellent lighting for... photography," Antonio mentions casually. "If you're interested in expanding your portfolio. Many girls find these sessions quite beneficial for their social media presence."

"Photography?" you question.

"Just promotional material for the club," Jamie explains smoothly. "Nothing explicit—just you looking gorgeous in our VIP suite. Might help you build followers if you're ever interested in other revenue streams."

Clara appears suddenly at your elbow, champagne flute in hand. "Oh my god, your lips!" she exclaims. "They look amazing! Did Mia do them?"

Before you can answer, she's already turning to the businessmen. "Isn't she just perfect? David has excellent taste."

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