Too risky to go further.

Beth finished up her dirty dancing by grinding her bare pussy on Kyle's crotch, facing away and leaning back. Kyle squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, and she kissed him while rubbing her bare back against his chest. She thought she might make him jizz his shorts, but after what would have been three songs in the club, she swiveled her legs up onto the couch, gave him a deep, sloppy kiss, and slid backward onto the couch beside him until her feet were propped against his ridiculously erect member.
“Wow.” Kyle panted. “What do I owe you?”
“No charge, soldier.{if Shame > 82
}" Beth sighed. "Can you hand me my g-string?"
"Are you sure.. I mean..." Kyle gave her a look. "You mentioned something about needing a foot rub... and another thing..." his eyes were hungry.
"As much as I'd love... getting a foot rub," She tried not to lick her suddenly dry lips. "I should really get back to bed before I get in trouble."
"Well... yeah... that's probably smart." Kyle didn't seem to believe his own words, but he handed her the tiny loop of fabric for her to pull on. {else
}unless...” she squirmed her feet against his covered cock. “My feet hurt. Can I get a foot rub?” She put on an innocent voice and batted her eyelashes. And my pussy eaten?
"Maybe we shouldn't. Risky, don't you think?"
"Ohhhh....." Beth pursed her lips in a pout. "..fine. Just hand me my g-string."
{endif
}Beth gathered her outfit back up and blew Kyle a playful kiss before heading upstairs to shower. She shameless masturbated under the hot water over how naughty it had been to give Kyle a full monty lapdance. It's not any different than if he had come into the club.
Oh, isn't it? He didn't pay, and he's your future brother-in-law.
She came, dried off and slipped into bed naked, falling quickly asleep into vague dreams of naughty things.