Jenna puts you in your place.

"Well, since you gave her a dance out there, I'll..."
Jenna puts her hand on your chest, pushing you into the far couch before turning towards Mia. "He'll do no such thing. He's going to sit over there like a good boy."
Your jaw drops. Jenna pulls out a handful of twenties....about $250 bucks, you think. "It's my money, and I'm going to get my money's worth...and if you're a good boy, I'll throw you a bone once I'm satisfied." Her tone is playful and domineering, like it was the other night when she... {if RuinedO = 1} she ruined your orgasm. {else
}teased you with Karen.{endif
} The return of her bossy side stirs up that familiar mixture or arousal and humiliation. Now she's doing it in front of a total stranger, a stripper.
Mia's eyes are wide on the wad of cash. "For $250 on top of the dance, i'll do whatever you want, gorgeous."
"Good..." Jenna sits back on the couch, spreading her legs wide so her dress rides up, and reveals her garter thong. She starts rubbing through the thin fabric. "Get to work."
You watch, in awe, as the blonde bombshell dances, grinds, strips and gyrates to Jenna's every desire. By the end of the first song, Mia has removed Jenna's thong with her teeth, and is actually just eating her out while she twerks and bounces her ass. It's mesmerizing. Jenna moans, gripping Mia's head in both hands.
"She's so good."
"Better..than me?" You don't know what possessed you to ask that, but Jenna laughs, a little cruelly.
"You should...n't...ask questions that....you won't like the answer to, honey...fuckkk...." she shudders, arching her back as Mia licks and sucks on her clit. Jenna looks at you as the second starts. "Stroke, baby. I want to see that you're enjoying watching your wifey get pleased."
While Jenna strips off her bra, and Mia re-positions to do a bed dance, you pull your cock out and start stroking. Mia is lost in the fun of pleasing Jenna, and making a fast stack of cash. Jenna brazenly eats the strippers snatch, and Mia gives up the pretense of the bed dance and lowers herself into a sixty-nine. You beat off, watching the spectacle.
"Next song..." you swallow "you come dance for me." You say, with a small voice.
"That...sounded like a demand, sweetie." Jenna's voice from beneath the writhing girl.
"Please, Jenna?" you hate the pleading in your voice. It's last night all over again, why is she doing this? What did you do to piss her off now?
"I suppose...baby girl, on the next song, go dance for my husband. But until then..." she starts fingering Mia rapidly, licking her clit until the blonde moans into her arm to muffle the sound.
The next song sees Mia, looking thoroughly blown out, riding on your lap, dragging her wet pussy up and down your shaft without letting it slip in. Jenna is rubbing Mia's tits and whispering encouragement, occasionally rubbing your chest or tweaking your nipples through your shirt.
"Fuck..." it feels so good. "I'm going to..." you're going to blow.