He does

Tony's eyes wander up your body, from your lush ass nestled against his lap, up your sleek toned back, finally coming to rest on your panting, anxious face. After a moment he gives a nod.

"Ok sweetheart, you did good. Be back here by five, bring a couple of outfits, plus the schoolgirl stuff. More if you got them. Don't worry about music for today, I'll have the DJ hook something up. Oh yeah, you might want to bring a blanket too, unless you want to crawl around on the stage floor. Lotsa broads, they use the blanket to tease a bit. While they're showing the goodies off, y'know?"

"Oh God thank you!" you squeal with relieved happiness, sliding off Tony's flaccid cock and turning to hug him. "Thank you Tony! You won't be sorry, I promise! Thank you so much!"

"Yeah, yeah," he growls, gently pushing you away as he gets up and straightens his clothing. "I'm probably making a mistake, but if you do that good in the VIP rooms, you should make out ok. Get going if you're going to get back in time." He gives you a light slap on your bare rump, making you squeak and giggle, wiggling your body happily. "You know the way out. I got some work to do. Don't be late."

Sighing with relief you gather your scattered costume. You're about to put it on when you realize Tony's come is still dripping down your thighs. You hastily wipe yourself off with a napkin from one of the club tables, then pull on your track pants and sweatshirt. Folding your costume into a small package, you trot down the hallway and out of the club, waving your hand to flag a cab as you reach the street.

It's only when you're leaning back in the cab that you remember Tony's comment about 'doing that good in the VIP rooms.' You feel your face start to flush as you realize what he meant, your mind cursing you for your naive innocence, your body kindling again with excitement at the idea.