The bouncer.

Connie opened the door to see the bald bouncer standing there grim-faced.

"Oh, hi," she said with an innocent smile. "Is something wrong?"

"I thought I heard a noise," the burly bouncer said, looking past Connie to see the couple passionately kissing with Ryan still between Marlissa's thighs.

"It was them," Connie answered, not wanting to get into trouble.

"Did they touch you?" the bouncer asked, unable to turn his eyes away from Marlissa, whose green eyes seem to glow subtlety in the dark.

"No," the young stripper replied, with a slight disappointment in her voice.

"Okay, well tell them they have five minutes left," he grunted, catching one last glimpse before Connie closed the door on him. She walked back to the couch to find Ryan had finally pulled out of his wife, whose legs were splayed wide apart. She was scooping up the jizz leaking from her snatch and licking her fingers clean.

"You were amazing," Ryan said to Connie as he put his pants back on.

"It was my pleasure." Connie smiled like a little girl who got a compliment from a teacher.

"Thank you for a wonderful time," Marlissa said and gave the young redhead a kiss on the cheek.

Connie bit her lower lip as she watched the couple get ready to leave. "Wait," she said and grabbed her purse to take out a pen and piece of paper. "I don't normally do this but here's my number. Call me if you want to meet again. I mean meet outside the strip club."

"We'll be in town for a bit," Ryan said, taking her number.