VIP Room

"Uhhh...you mentioned....extras? If we go to the...VIP room..." His eyes flicker at you nervously, roaming between your breasts, and the hand you rest on his arm, and you face.

"Mmmm...well in the room we can get to know each other better sweetie...dance for you...real close...and you can...touch me..." you purr, looking at him with a sultry grin. "The more you're willing to pay, the...deeper...you can touch me..."

You can almost feel him vibrate with need at your words. He licks his lips, eyes glued to your flesh.

"Umm...so...how much..."

"Mmmm....depends what you want sweetie,"you murmur in his ear, letting your hot breath tickle his skin as you squirm slightly in your seat, making your firm tits jiggle. "You can...touch...my hand for a hundred. My mouth is two...and if you really want to touch the deepest part of me...the hot wet centre of me...it's three."

He looks like he's ready to come in his pants as you whisper to him, his face stricken with lust and **** need. Your heart is beating rapidly, scared by your own brazenness and intensely excited by it. You're loving your evident power over him, loving the control you have, you body responding with growing heat, your pussy getting wetter by the moment.

"So what would you like to do....Darren," you purr in his ear, letting your nipples brush against him.

"Uhhh....I'd like to go to the room," he blurts quickly, as if afraid of changing his mind.