Yes

Taking out $200, you held it before Emily's eyes, waving it back and forth. She yelped and jumped to try to grab it from you, but she was much too short.

"Ah, ah, ah," you teased, "I understand this includes champagne?"

She nodded, and tried to reach again before you stopped her.

"I want to pay you properly." Slowly moving your arm down the front of her body, you caressed the peach fuzz below her belly button with the two hundreds. Between your pointer and middle fingers, you had to use the tip of your nail to make space between her pussy and the leather strap covering it in a V across her body. You placed the money inside, letting one of your fingers dip inside and fondle her clit. Emily shivered to your touch, straightening up.

"You've gotten very naughty, John." She smirked.

In the VIP room, you drank champagne and waxed on old times, Emily snuggled up to your side, her head on your shoulder and her hand on your knee. After she had stomached enough small talk, Emily left your side and looked deep into your eyes.

"You'll probably be wanting the full value of what you paid for, right?" Emily smirked, "I mean -- you did pay for a private dance. You've got me for over a half hour." She dipped her hair, letting it fall in front of her face, batting her eyelashes at you.

"Let's see what you got."

Emily got up and went to the center of the room. She clicked a button on a remote and a bassy techno song started. She dipped her waist, showing off her perky ass before slowly gyrating it to the beat. Flipping back up, her long frizzy hair swung around as she twirled towards you. Landing in your lap, she rubbed her breasts against your crotch. You could feel yourself getting hard, your erection growing until it strained against the fabric of your pants. You humped forward, letting Emily's tits feel the full frustration of your cock. She looked up at you and smiled. She bent down and placed a kiss on your bulge, sucking on your shaft through the fabric. You flexed your kegels several times, wishing your cock could bust through your pants and you could facefuck Emily.

"Slow down tiger," Emily breathed heavily, "I'm nowhere close to done with you."

Emily turned around, placing her ass against your hard crotch. She grinded against you hard, moving up and down. She attempted to resume normal conversation.

"I want to address the elephant in the room, John. That night we made out. Back in high school. I was with Dylan. You were with Maria."

A long pause fell between you as you continue to flex your cock muscles against Emily's sweet ass. You placed your hands on her waist, not directing her movements, but wanting to feel her waist gyrate on your cock.

"Yeah?" You finally asked.

"I was waiting for you to say it shouldn't have happened."

"No, I'm glad it happened. As I recall, I pushed it further."

"You wanted to fuck me. I was a virgin and nervous and I didn't want my first time to be cheating. I wanted it to be special."

"I was a virgin then too. Who did your first time end up being with?"

"The first guy I met at a college party. Of course. Not special at all. I think his name was Roger? He came in 5 seconds and it sucked. Who was your first time with?"

"Maria."

Emily laughed.

"I know, I know, I know. It also sucked. I think I came in 5 seconds."

"Well I hope you last longer now."

"Oh yeah?"

Emily planted her ass hard into you, letting her full weight come down. She lifted her legs up, bringing her right around your head until she was facing you in cowgirl position. She began grinding against you again, this time pressing her face towards yours, her glossy lips looking so inviting.

"Do you still want to fuck me, John?"

"I thought strippers weren't prostitutes."

"You paid for the dance. But for you? Fucking me is free."