Some bantering, some truth

"If you like, you can wait here. I'll go back to the bar and tell the customers that you're out here helpless and waiting," you laugh shortly, still pretending to fiddle with the car. She gives a little gasp of shock, then giggles.

"You're so bad Mr. Sharp! That's a terrible thing to say!"

You shrug and chuckle again. "You just seemed to be getting excited by the idea Lyndsey. Is that why you're stripping? To show the audience what they're missing?"

She bites her lip, wriggling against the fender of the car. "Maybe...I don't know...It's just fun...exciting..."

"You get wet on stage, don't you? Your pussy gushing? Excited by showing men what you plan to deny them."

"Mmmm....yes...I get very excited..."

"So why don't you do private rooms? You could let them fuck you, use you."

"Mmmm...yes...but I get so excited when I'm dancing....teasing...knowing that I'm surrounded by hard...hard cocks...that can't have me..."

"Teasing little slut, that's what you are aren't you Lyndsey?"

"I can't help it Mr. Sharp...It excites me so much."

"It could get you into trouble Lyndsey. Some men don't react well to teasing. Bringing them to a boil without giving them satisfaction. You're lucky you haven't been raped."

"Did you want to rape me Mr. Sharp? While I was dancing for your friend? Squirming all over him, rubbing myself on him. He was so hard, so very hard. I could feel it when I danced." Her eyes are glittering, and she gnaws on her lower lip as she wriggles against the fender of the car.

You stand up and approach her, standing close and looking down at her anxious face, letting the silence build between you as her eyes widen expectantly. You reach out one hand and touch her cheek with the back of two fingers, feeling her tremble for a moment, her soft lips parting gently, her eyelids fluttering.

"Try starting your car Lyndsey. See if it works now."