Yes

Gazing at the woman in front of you for a few seconds, you say nothing at first. In fact, you’re becoming a bit concerned about her presence.

So far, you definitely felt as though you’d seen Big Ray before, and your first interaction with Regina triggered flashbacks of the two of you fucking, but you realize as you watch the leggy brunette in front of you that she triggers no response whatsoever from your battered memory.

Of course, it might just be that you either don’t remember, which you consider unlikely as you look at her, or that she got hired after you went away, but you’d be foolish to ignore the possibility that she’s been planted at the strip club in case you would resurface there.

Despite your wariness about the brunette stripper, you can hear yourself say “Maybe, what’s your name?”

She might be a spy working for the enemy, though absurdly enough you don't know who that enemy might be, but she has managed to get your cock to swell to full hardness, while you notice that a dozen different strategies for taking her out have been formed and assessed in the back of your mind.

“Nikki,” the stripper tell you, giving you one of the more classic names for a stripper, her hard nipples poking against the thin fabric of her wrap.
“And you know that I’ve been upstairs for a few hours with you boss, right?” This hasn’t so much to do with Nikki being a spy or not, but with you wanting to find out how Regina would react to having her men shared with her employees.
“Yeah,” Nikki flashes you a thin, cool smile, “but it’s only a dance.”

This is one of those moments where you’d be very happy to know if this is one of those strip clubs were a private dance is just a dance, or if it’s a codeword for something slightly different. Sure Nikki’s smiling at you and acting as if she’s in to you, but that might very well just be her being good at her job. She did do a pretty good job of pretending to enjoy having that guy pretend to lick her pussy.

“Alright Nikki,” you get up from the stool, “show me the way.”
Nodding at Big Ray, who grins faintly as he nods back, you let the sexy brunette grab you by the hand and lead you across the floor towards the back of the room.
Glancing down at her juicy ass as its barely contained by the thin, stretched fabric of her silky wrap, you feel a bit weird as your mind reminds of the fact that the single best way of dealing with her if she turns out to pose a concise threat would to snap one of her fingers and follow up with a quick punch to her throat.

“So Nikki, you’re pretty new here, aren’t you?” You ask her, noting how her wrap ends before the lower end of her ass cheeks, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the curvature of her firm, tanned buttocks.
“Two months,” she informs you, though she might very well be lying, “and I can see that you don’t mind me working here.” Well, it is kind of hard not to spot your erection.

The small room that Nikki’s lead you to isn’t particularly big, but it does contain a stripper pole and a pretty tacky-looking, crescent-shaped leather couch which fills up the inner half of the room. Behind you, Nikki pulls the drape separating this room from the outside.

Just as Nikki thrusts you into the couch and looks as if she’s about to pull her wrap off, music starts blaring out of two small loudspeakers. Thankfully, the generic drum and bass isn’t being pumped out in quite the same volume as it was back outside.
Leaning back into the couch and making sure to appear more at ease than you really are, you wait to see what comes next.