Sometimes they even get better.

Late one Friday night, a very well dressed and striking man made eye contact with her. She spent a few songs with him, he never asked for a lap dance but was very friendly with her.

After watching her and after her second stage set he requested her for a VIP dance, and paying off the bouncer he entered one of the VIP rooms and waited for Vixxen.

Vixxen entered and started dancing for him and ended up facing him, on his lap, wearing nothing but her g-string. As she performed a lap dance for him he barely touched her, letting her do the work. "I have heard about you Vixxen, you are every bit as beautiful as advertised. Your body is flawless." This customer did not bother with making eye contact as many did, his eyes were on her body the entire time.

When the first song ended, she sat on his lap, cowgirl style, straddling him. "Want another dance, honey?" Vixxen asked, pretending to be very interested in him.

"I certainly would darling, will this cover several more songs?" He told her as he pulled out three one-hundred-dollar bills.

"Absolutely darling," Vixxen replied, as the next song began. She was naked except for her heels and her g-string, there was nothing left to take off. The second lap dances and beyond in VIP rooms involved simulating sex, and usually letting the customer make some contact with her breasts.

She started working on him again, but he seemed as distant as before. It was rare that a VIP customer did not push her or ask about her boundaries, and this guy had not pushed for anything. Usually, when a man pushed that kind of money, he expected his dick to get sucked.

As Vixxen started to stimulate the customer with her body, he leaned in and said, "How much?" Vixxen stopped grinding on him and gave a tiny scowl.

"How much for what?" Vixxen asked him. Here it comes, she thought. Here is where the nice gentlemen becomes a fucking pervert.

The customer smiled and answered calmly, "How much for real VIP services darling. How much to suck those beautiful breasts?" He asked, touching her breasts for the first time. "How much to put my dick in your mouth, how much for the entire package? How much for you to swallow some cum?"

The well-dressed man still had his hands on her breasts, squeezing them gently, gently pinching her nipples. It actually felt pretty fucking good.

Vixxen smiled at him, "We don’t do that here baby, the law gets involved." Trying to avoid offending the customer, but she just met this guy. He could be a tucking cop. His mannerism was a little odd, and the dancers warned her to be careful about odd.

"Everyone has a price darling, everyone." The man responded. "One thousand dollars, right here and now if you suck my dick and make me cum before the next song ends."

Vixxen frowned, fuck that was a lot of money. For ten minutes of work? She sucked dick on the job, but this was really weird. Too much money for what he was asking for.

She shook her head no and stopped grinding on him. "I don't suck dick for money, sir. My mouth and my ass are not on the menu here.” She did suck dick, but not like this, not with someone she thought was a cop.

"That is welcome news Vixxen, very welcome indeed." He said letting go of her breasts. "I did not come here to fuck you, I came here to hire you."

Vixxen stopped moving completely, and gave him a sideways glance, "Hire me for what exactly?"

"I want to hire you to dance in my club. It is a far nicer club than this dive. I am in this for the money, I can get sex without **** darling." The customer reached into a pocket on his shirt and produced a business card. "My dancers do not fuck customers, employees or management. I hire professionals, not whores."

Vixxen took the card and looked at it intently, she knew the place. She had considered it but tried out at this club first.

"Keep the card Vixxen, give me a call and we will talk. This is for your time." He gave two more hundred-dollar bills. "Call me tonight, or tomorrow, we can meet at my club. My name is William by the way."

"I work tomorrow mister. Saturday is a big day, and my manager doesn't like us showing up late. But I will think about it." Vixxen said this while not seriously considering the offer. Just another pervert wanting to find a way to get her to fuck them, it had to be.

The customer looked at her intently, "Listen Vixxen, this is a serious offer. The club you work for is a fucking dive, I know what happens here. I know what you are made to do in this place.”

That stung a little, it made her feel every bit the whore she tried to avoid being.

“I don't hire whores, I hire dancers, and I think you are a dancer darling." The man smiled as he continued, "You have the skill and the beauty to be a very special dancer."

"This place is a dump, you should be in an actual high-end club. Not a brothel pretending to be one. Call me, come and see the place. I know you can dance, I know you are good at your trade." William continued, "You can start with us tomorrow. You never need to walk into this fucking whore house again."

Vixxen stared at him, "Are you just saying this to fuck me? I am not kidding mister." She said in a determined voice, "I do not fuck customers."

William smiled, "Not at all, I do not have sex with the dancers at our club, no member of our staff does actually." Vixxen did not believe him, her expression did not hide it.

"I know the manager here demands sex, and he is an asshole for it. A criminal actually." The man said to her, in a clear and confident voice. "That is not what professionals do darling. Please call me, you are a higher caliber of dancer than a dump like this deserves."

"I have a friend here, my roommate. She works at the bar," Vixxen replied. "Need bartenders as well?"

"It won't hurt to bring her by for your interview. If it means you come to work with us I will absolutely hire her.”William replied. “I will let her work any night you do and pay her better than they do here.”

“Why would you do that for me?” Vixxen asked, surprised at the generosity. “Why me? Of all the beautiful women here, why me?”

“I see something special in you Vixxen, something the other dancers do not possess,” William replied. “You can make money with your skill, with your amazing beauty, and with who you are on the inside.” He touched her shoulder in a very non-sexual way when he said this.

Vixxen was touched, someone thought more of her than a beautiful body, someone thought she could be more.

“Have a nice night Vixxen, I look forward to talking to you again”, With that, he left. Vixxen did not move for a few minutes, sitting in a stunned silence.

Vixxen got dressed and went back to work, not able to get the offer off of her mind. She went through the motions not able to concentrate.

Thankfully she had met William towards the end of her shift.