You can't miss a show like this

You sit back in your chair and watch the show, taking a sip of your drink as you survey the dancer. Lyndsey has done her hair in pigtails, enhancing the slutty schoolgirl look of her modified uniform. She's a good dancer, and an accomplished flirt, attracting a lot of attention and a flurry of bills tossed onto the stage.

"She's not bad," Len comments, noting your attention. "Looks young and fresh, almost like a real schoolgirl."

You nod thoughtfully, turning your gaze back to the stage where Lyndsey has removed her Pink Rose jacket and untied her blouse, teasing the audience with quick flashes of her body.

"The guys up in gynecology row seem appreciative," you say, gesturing to a group sitting at the edge of the stage who are hooting and hollering.

"Those guys act like its the first pussy they've ever seen," Len smiles, as you watch the girl prance and preen in front of the men, drawing a small rain of dollar bills.

The first song ends as Lyndsey removes her blouse, leaving her Pink Rose tie in place and exposing a scanty scarlet lace bra that barely contains her ripe breasts. Her performance during the second song is even more erotic, slowly removing her skirt to display a matching thong so small it barely exists. She grinds against the pole, treating it like a lover that's fucking her senseless, then cavorting her taut young body in front of her audience.

"They got a VIP room in this joint?" you ask Len.

"Sure. The Tortellas have points in the place. They don't miss many tricks. You thinking of getting a piece of that? I hear she's got a special deal. Just dancing and showing off. No touching."

You raise an eyebrow and turn your attention back to Lyndsey's performance, thinking about the possibilities. You watch as she teases her bra off, displaying a very firm and fine pair of tits, then ending the second song by popping some side snaps and pulling her thong away to expose a tight landing strip of pubic fur.

Dressed only in her thigh high stockings and heels she rolls out a rug and begins the third song writhing on the floor, giving each fan at stageside a moment or two as she twerks her hips and spreads her thighs to show them her pussy. Bills rain onto the stage as she works, and you can see the excited, sultry grin on her face as she displays her ripe teen body.

As her show reaches it's climax your waitress returns to check on your drinks. As you order another round you tell her to ask the dancer to join you and Len, tipping her a twenty. She smiles and nods, twitching her hips at you as she sways away.

"You ain't gonna get more than a lapdance," Len says. "That girl is all look and don't touch, baby."

"We'll see," you say with a smile.