Yes.

"Go ahead but promise me you will only go back to the hotel with me!" he said, showing his insecurity. Part of him didn't want to share Marlissa's gorgeous body -- her six foot tall curvy figure with DD-cup breasts -- with the dozens of men and college boys, but another part of him wanted to rub into their faces that Marlissa was his and they will never have the opportunity to go home with her.

Ryan and every guy in the strip club watched Marlissa walk up, with her hips swaying sexily, to the DJ booth to register.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" the DJ asked, staring at Marlissa's cleavage.

"Samantha," Marlissa lied.

"Have you done this before, Sam?"

"No."

"Well, just keep moving around the stage and dance to the music," the DJ suggested. "Don't show your tits too soon, tease the guys so they'll throw cash at you."

"I understand." Even without her powers of charm and persuasion the $500 prize was guaranteed to be hers with her curvy statuesque frame, large tits, and ballerina grace. She had already picked up moves from the strippers she watched and studied with awe.

"Anyway, there are four girls ahead of you. The changing room is around the corner," the DJ said.

The dozen professional and amateur strippers who all stopped what they were doing when Marlissa entered the change room. She could sense some of the dancers' heart drop when they saw the redhead demoness.