They certainly would.

"Yeah, that would be great! Sit right down, honey!" one of the men says, pulling a chair out for you. You give him a sultry smile and wiggle into the chair, your eyes flirting with all of them. They're all in their forties at least, looking prosperous in well cut suits, all of them having the beefiness of well fed men, but none of them fat. Their eyes roam over you, their grins openly hungry.

"Thank you so much," you simper, letting your flirting smile embrace them all. "I'm Bambi, welcome to Club Paradise."

"Well hey there Bambi!" says the one who pulled out a chair for you. "I'm Ted, and those two low life, no goods are Brian and Chuck." The three of them grin, never taking their eyes off you. You preen, loving the attention."

"You some kind of farm girl, Bambi?" Chuck asks with a grin. "Damn, they sure didn't have farm girls like you when I was back home on the farm."

"You wouldn't have known what to do with one if they had," Ted laughs.

"Maybe not then, but I'd damn sure have tried hard to learn," Chuck laughs, his lecherous chuckle echoed by the other two.

"Mmmm, you're teasing me," you say and pout cutely for a moment, seeing their eyes harden with lust. You wriggle a little in your seat, making your tits jiggle in your shirt, loving the attention you're getting, feeling your pussy warming again.

"I'd like to do more than that," Brian says with a hungry leer.

"Oooo....whatever do you mean?" you ask with an shy smile, biting your lip.

"Fact is...Bambi...the three of us are in town on business," Ted says. "Blowing off a little steam, as the fella says. Someone told us about this place, said it was a good time."

"Mmmm...so are you fellows enjoying yourself?" you purr, leaning towards them to show off your cleavage again.

"Yeah, pretty good so far. As far as it goes. Fact is, you're the first person to talk to us, 'cept for the guy at the door and the waitress."

You hear Sugar being introduced by the DJ, and turn to see her starting to strut around the stage like a hungry panther, then turn back to the three guys.

"Is that what you have in mind? Talking I mean," you ask with a mischievous smile.

"To start with," Brian says.

"Fact is, fella told us that a man might get a personal dance with a pretty lady in here," Ted says. "That true, Bambi?"

"Certainly is," you answer, gesturing across the room to where another dancer is writhing in the lap of a young man, his face a mask of excited lust.

"Damn!" Chuck says, licking his lips, then looking back to you. "You do that?"

"Sure do," you smile, winking at him. "But I gotta go dance on the stage in a few minutes. If you want a personal dance, why don't you wait til after, so we don't have to rush."

"Yeah...yeah...that sounds good," Chuck says. "What do you say fellas?"

"How much?" Brian asks, his eyes roaming over you.

"Fifty a song, a hundred for three," you pause, suddenly uncertain of what you want to do. "There are VIP rooms too. Private...If you want." The three men share a glance, their hungry eyes turning back to you.

"We'll talk about it," Ted says. "You go dance, and we'll talk. You hurry back now, you hear Bambi?"

"Mmmmm, I can't wait," you say with a whorish purr, rising as Sugar's last number finishes, leaving her glistening on the stage, her thighs spread, her trembling body arched. "You tell the other girls you're saving this seat for me, won't you sweetie?" you say to Ted with a cute pout on your face, watching him nod.

You're standing at the foot of the stage stairs as Sugar steps down, tucking her tips in her purse and giving you a grin.

"You look better, girl. Told you, nothing cheers you up more than working," she gives you a quick hug, then saunters away, her gleaming body proud and beautiful. You step onto the stage as the DJ introduces you, swaying into your routine, your eyes flickering over the stage side seats, probing the deeper reaches of the club, seeing the men Ginger warned you about staring at you with fixed intensity.