Some private time

"A little time in the VIP room would be a start," you say with a smile.

"Oh sure," she says, relief in her voice. "That's no problem. You could have just said so and not tried to scare me. It's a hundred bucks a lap dance in there. No touching, but I get real close." She winks playfully.

"No, you're not getting it Lyndsey," you say firmly. "It's free, as in no charge. For both me and my friend. Either that, or we'll go talk to management about you right now."

The relief in her face crumbles at your words, but she shakes her head. "I've gotta pay the house when I take a customer back there. Fifty bucks for every half hour. You've gotta pay me at least that."

"You made that and more up on stage right now. This is on you. After all, it's not like you really need the money, is it?"

She bites her lip, her eyes worried as she glances from you to Len and back again as you watch her in silence. After a moment she nods, standing up and forcing a smile back on her pretty face. "Why not? Step right this way gentlemen, you can bring your drinks with you."

You follow her rump as she sways away from you towards the back of the club, giving Len a knowing smile as the two of 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 and Len both shake your heads, taking seats; him on the couch and you in one of the armless chairs.

"So a lap dance each," she says, having obviously recovered much of her confidence. You and Len exchange glances, and you give him 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 Len who sits watching from the couch. 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 bends gracefully to pick up her robe.

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