Yes, and you are feeling more daring

The atmosphere in the room is light and everyone seems relaxed and happy to let you do whatever you want, or don’t want, to do. Feeling at ease with this, you decide you’d love to give Mark another lap dance, and as Lucy dances her way aside, you retake the place at his knees with your back pointed at the star of the party.

This time you lean forward, knowing that your skirt will now be tight across your ass, and to make it even more so, you actually touch your toes for a moment and wiggle yourself, a move that gets the loudest cheer so far tonight.

Encouraged by the noises, you lift your upper body back up just enough that you feel the skirt relax slightly over you, and sliding your hands down your waist, let them run palms down onto the clearly outlined cheeks of your ass. Even as the cheer reaches a new volume, your hands ease lower until you feel the hemline, and as you begin to lower yourself down towards Marks’s lap once more, you wiggle and pull the skirt upwards.

Suddenly there is almost silence as every eye focuses on the rising skirt, followed by twelve intakes of breath as they all see the first glimpse of your red lace thong. As it comes clearer into view, the cheering resumes.

Your skirt is now around your waist, and happy that it will stay there, you let your hands wander back down over your now naked asss cheeks, caressing yourself just inches from Mark’s lap. Lucy appears in front of you, gesturing that it is her turn, and you wiggle your way up again, but make no effort to return your skirt over your thong as you step aside to let her back in front of him.

You move just far enough aside that she can do exactly the same dance in front of Mark, ending with her skirt around her waist and her ass mere inches from his lap, a lap that is showing signs of a very erect cock by now.

As Lucy is lifting herself back up, a hand slides across your exposed ass and a voice whispers into your ear. “Give you twenty quid if you do that again, but lose the thong.”