It goes very well. For an appetizer

Tony Dogs raises his eyebrows and smirks as you stand.

"This is what you've got going Mikey? Not bad. Maybe I should up the tax."

You shrug and follow her rump as she sways away from you towards the back of the club, giving the others a knowing smile as you enter the VIP room, passing a large black man, an obvious bouncer outside the door.

There are a couple of plush chairs and a low, backless bench in the room, and a large TV on the wall.

"That shows porn, if you want it on," Lyndsey says, gesturing to the TV as she turns a dial on the wall, increasing the volume of music coming from hidden speakers. You shake your heads, taking seats; him and Frank on the couch and you and Tony in the armless chairs.

"So a lap dance each," she says, having obviously recovered much of her confidence. You exchange glances with the others and you give Tony a wink and a nod behind the girls back and get a lazy grin back in return. "And you won't need to tell anyone, right Mr. Sharp? Who's first? Mr. Sharp? Mmmmm...sit right back and enjoy it," she purrs as a new song starts.

She struts in front of you, turning her back and letting her robe slide off her shoulders as she looks back at you with a sultry smile. Her back is flawless, tapering down to a narrow waist before flaring out into a ripe peach of a rump. She moves slowly, backing towards you, writhing as she looks over her shoulder at your face. She bends over, raising her ass, and you catch the aroma of her body, an intoxicating mix of sweat, perfume and pussy. You can see that her labia are puffed, glistening slightly, and you have no doubt that she's aroused by her own exhibitionism. Probably the main reason she's dancing here, you realise, since she certainly doesn't need the money.

She brings her ass to within an inch of your face, twitching it as she writhes, then pulls away, turning to straddle your thighs and wriggle closer, cupping and lifting her ripe breasts as she smiles sexily at you. She rubs her thumbs over her pierced nipples, flicking the stiff nubbins of flesh as she throws her head back and moans softly.

When the second song begins she begins a rolling motion of her body, rubbing her breasts against you for a moment as she bends her head beside your neck, then pulling it away, biting her lip and lowering her lashes shyly. You reach out and stroke her ass, but she grabs your wrist and pushes it away, tapping your nose with one finger as she smiles.

"No touching Mr. Sharp! Don't be a bad boy!" You smile back at her, dropping your hand and exchanging a quick, knowing glance with the other men who sit watching. As the song builds to a climax Lyndsey rocks her hips as though she's riding your cock, tossing her head back as though in ecstasy, arching her back and pushing her sweet young tits close to your face. When the song ends she gives a shuddering sigh and trails her fingers down your chest as she smiles salaciously at you, before standing up and swaying over to Len.

You watch as another song starts and she goes through a similar but subtly nuanced performance with him. She's an accomplished dancer and a highly evolved flirt, and you admire her toned young body as she writhes and cavorts in Len's lap. Your cock, which has been stiffening since she started dancing for you, twitches as you watch her, your mind thinking through your next steps.

When the second song ends, Lyndsey stands with another smiling sigh, looking wistfully at Len as though she's sorry not to do more. You can see by the bulge in his pants that she's had the same effect on him as she had on you, and the two of you exchange glances as she sways over to Frank.

Once again she performs brilliantly, and from the look on Frank's face she's having considerable effect on him. He growls something at her and she bends her head close to his as she pretends to fuck him, then throws her head back with a laugh and taps his nose with a wagging finger.

Finally getting to Tony, who receives her attention with a stoic indifference, that seems to make her work all the harder, grinding and bucking and pumping on his lap as she simulates orgasm, her firm young breasts rubbing on his chest as she gasps and moans to the completion of the song.

Finally finished, she flashes him a smile, brushing her hair back from her face and bends gracefully to pick up her robe.

"Leave it lay," you tell her sharply, freezing her. "You don't need that yet."