Treat your friend. Worry her

"A lap dance for my friend 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 fifty bucks a lap dance. 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. 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 dance. Twenty bucks. 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? Just for your friend though? Don't you want to try me Mr. Sharp?"

Ignoring her you smile calmly and nod to Len as the girl sways in front of him, waiting for a new song to start.

"So a lap dance for your handsome friend," she says, having obviously recovered much of her confidence. "And you won't need to tell anyone, right Mr. Sharp? Mmmmm...sit right back and enjoy it, stud," she purrs to Len as a new song starts.

She struts in front of him, turning her back and letting her robe slide off her shoulders as she looks back at 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 him, writhing as she looks over her shoulder. She bends over, raising her ass, and you see Len's nostrils twitch as he catches the aroma of her body. 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 his face, twitching it as she writhes, then pulls away, turning to straddle his thighs and wriggle closer, cupping and lifting her ripe breasts as she smiles sexily at him. 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 him for a moment as she bends her head beside his neck, then pulling it away, biting her lip and lowering her lashes shyly. He reaches out and strokes her ass, but she grabs his wrist and pushes it away, tapping his nose with one finger as she smiles.

"No touching! Don't be a bad boy!" Len smiles back at her, dropping his hand and exchanging a quick, knowing glance with you. As the song builds to a climax Lyndsey rocks her hips as though she's riding his cock, tossing her head back as though in ecstasy, arching her back and pushing her sweet young tits close to his face. When the song ends she gives a shuddering sigh and trails her fingers down his chest as she smiles salaciously at him, before standing up and swaying over to you.

"You sure you're not interested Mr. Sharp?" she coos as she strokes her hands up her body. She's an accomplished dancer and a highly evolved flirt, and you admire her toned young body as she writhes slowly in front of you. Your cock, which has been stiffening since she started dancing for you, twitches as you watch her, your mind thinking through your next steps.

"I'm sure," you say coldly. "We've got to go. I've got a lot of things to do back at the school. Reports to write, that sort of thing."

She bites her lip nervously, looking frightened and delicious, anxiety written in her eyes.

Just the way you want her, you think as you finish your drink and stand, looking her naked body over one last time before turning to leave.