Accept the private dance offer and follow them to the suite. I hope they totally want to fill all my needy holes

You bat your long lashes, running your tongue over your newly plumped lips in a deliberate display. The sensitivity makes you shiver slightly, a reaction that doesn't go unnoticed by the men watching you.

"I would totally love to do a private dance," you announce, your voice coming out breathier than you intended, the words feeling different as they pass through your enhanced lips. "Five hundred pounds sounds, like, amazing."

Antonio smiles, revealing perfect white teeth. "Excellent choice, bella."

Jamie claps his hands together once. "Perfect. Follow me, gentlemen—and Riley."

David catches your arm as you turn to follow. "You sure about this?" he asks, his tone a strange mix of concern and excitement. When you nod, he leans in to whisper: "Remember, these are important clients. Don't hold back."

Clara squeezes your other arm. "Have fun! Those lips are going to earn you so much tonight."

Jamie leads your small procession past the main VIP section, through a door marked 'PRIVATE' with a keypad lock. The hallway beyond is carpeted in deep red, lined with dark wood paneling. You can feel the bass from the club, but it's muffled here, creating a cocoon of exclusivity.

The private suite opens up before you—plush velvet couches arranged in a U-shape around a small raised platform with a dancing pole. Soft amber lighting casts everything in a flattering glow. A fully stocked bar occupies one corner, while discreet cameras are mounted near the ceiling.

"Those are just for club security," Jamie explains, catching your glance. "Though if you're interested in some promotional content..."

Marcus settles onto the center couch, loosening his tie. "Let's start with drinks. Riley, what's your poison?"

"Something sweet," you reply, feeling a flutter of nervousness despite your enhanced confidence. "Like, maybe a cosmo?"

Blake moves behind the bar with practiced ease. "One cosmo coming up. Antonio, usual?"

As Blake mixes drinks, Antonio pats the space beside him. "Come, sit with me first. We should get comfortable before you dance, no?"

You slide next to him, acutely aware of how your silver tube top struggles to contain your breasts as you bend forward. His cologne is expensive and subtle, his hand warm as it settles on your bare thigh.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his Italian accent thickening. "These lips—" His thumb brushes across your lower lip, sending a jolt of sensitivity through you. "They're made for pleasure, aren't they?"

"I just got them done," you admit, unable to stop yourself from parting your lips slightly at his touch. The extra fullness makes you hyperaware of every sensation.

"Perfect timing," Marcus comments from across the small table. "We appreciate beauty enhanced to its full potential."

Blake returns with drinks, handing you a vibrant pink cosmopolitan in a chilled glass. "Cheers to new...assets," he says with a knowing smile.

You take a sip through your plush lips, the sweet tartness of the drink complementing the light-headed feeling of being the center of attention. These men—wealthy, powerful, appreciative—are looking at you with unmistakable hunger.

"Perhaps a dance now?" Marcus suggests, gesturing toward the platform. "Show us what those curves can do."

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