A busy night.

Beth lost herself in the rhythm's of a night's work. She did her sets on the stage, and received a lot of positive attention. She worked some friendly guys that had tipped her well during her stage dances, getting a few lap dances and drinking a few "drinks" with some guys who were more interested in company than a dance. She liked those guys: she got a chance to sit and chat, and she could sympathize with feeling lonely.
Around midnight, she managed to attract the attention of a bachelor party. The groom-to-be seemed like a shy guy, but he was clearly into her, and his friends kept buying dances for him from her, until finally the best man bought a VIP experience. That meant a bottle of extremely marked up champagne and 30 minutes in the VIP room, the only truly private room in the club.
She gave each of the four friends of the groom lapdances, before laying down the groom for a bed dance.
"You can touch me, baby." She put his hands on her hips. "Just don't grab my pussy or my tits and we're fine."
"O...ok..." she smiled. He wasn't used to this, but after that prompting, he had no problem using his hands. She was having fun and his hands felt nice. He never came close to crossing the line, grabbing or pinching or smacking her ass.

After the bed dance, the best man called her over for a second lap dance, and while she was grinding on him, he whispered in her ear.
"Our boy here really likes you. Any chance you might... give him a little something extra? We've got plenty of money."
"Sorry, honey, I don't really do that." Some girls at the club did, and the bouncers kept anyone from narcing about it.
"I've got $200. You sure that's not enough just to let him cum in your mouth?"