A stranger who looks like Tom

The MC explains the rules of the private dances to Molly. The clock starts with a new song and lasts the whole song. The number of songs they paid for is on the door. The cashier will open the door when time is up. If they want more and she's willing, the cashier can swipe their card again then. She can take off as much of as little as she wants, but she has to remember they're paying because they want more than what she did on stage. As far as contact, there's no fucking, and anything past that is up to her -how much she wants to touch the customer and how much she wants to let the customer touch her. She nods, takes the last swig from her water bottle, then heads down the hall to door number 8 where the MC said her first customer is waiting.

Molly notices the "1 song" note on the door. She takes a deep breath, opens the door and heads in. The customer is sitting in the chair with his back to the door. She walks past the chair excessively to give him a good look at her ass peeking out under the skirt. She spins in her heels to face him for the first time and freezes. She's taken aback, at first thinking it was her husband. In a split second she realizes it isn't, just a man with similar facial features, and a shaved head from prematurely balding young. He's in t shirt and jeans. Before he notices anything amiss in the dark room, she refocuses and approaches him.

She hikes the skirt up, unnecessarily for how small the costume piece is, as she takes two big steps to straddle his legs. His head is right at her navel, and he looks up her body, not making it past her tits. She can't blame him for not getting up to her face. Without asking, he reaches his hands up to grab her breasts. Without thinking she instinctively slaps his hands and he meekly puts them back down at his sides. Molly shakes her finger at him, chiding him "Ah ah ah..."

Molly finds herself enjoying it. With the similar looks, it feels like denying her asshole husband. This poor guy got himself a dance thinking he was going to have a good time, maybe a happy ending if he played his cards right. Instead, he paid to be an outlet for Molly to vent her frustrations.

Molly looks down at him and starts dancing as the next song starts. She rolls her hips around slowly while her hands start at her side and trace up her body. They stop when they reach her amazing tits and she squeezes them. Molly moans, her own fingers digging into her soft flesh. She teases him for just a moment before she tears her top open. Her tits fall free and she now grabs the bare breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together. She makes them bounce right in his face, teasing him. She knows what she's doing and waits until he once again can't control himself. He leans forward to try taking Molly's tits in his mouth, but at the last minute pulls back.

Molly knows what she's doing, she almost feels bad for him. This is probably already excruciating for him, but she needs this right now. Once he's again settled, Molly lowers herself down until she's sitting in his lap with her tits right in front of him. She thrusts her hips forward until she can feel his hard cock pressing up against her through his jeans. She grinds on it and her customer moans, finally feeling some relief. He starts moving his hands to grab her but stops himself.

Mold leans forward, tits just below his chin, mouth right in his ear so she can feel his warm breath. "Mmm, you like feeling my pussy up against your cock baby? You want to fuck my hot little cunt?" She knows exactly how long is left in the song. Knows exactly what she's doing.

"Fuck, yes!" He cries, **** for release.

Molly says the things she wants to say to Tom. "I'm not going to let you touch me at all. I know you love this tight body and big tits, but you're never going to get your hands on them." The customer seems a little confused but is still incredibly aroused by what she's doing. "I bet you'd love to feel me riding your cock, taking my big, soft tits in your mouth while I rode you until you came for me. You're already going to cum for me aren't you?"

"Oh... Oh... FUCK!" He moans then yells as he cums in his jeans. The poor guy never had a chance, never had a touch more than fully clothed grind, but still came prematurely like a teen on prom night. Perfectly timed, the song ends. The door cracks, the lights slowly come back up, and Molly stands. She takes a few steps, grabs the box of tissues, and throws them back to her first ever customer. "Go ahead and take your time getting cleaned up." She says before walking towards the door. Under her breath, directed at her prick of a husband who isn't even there, she mutters "because you're never getting this pussy again, asshole."

Molly fastens the bra and reties the blouse as she marches towards the door with a purpose. It was so cathartic to have a fake chance to tease Tom and deny him. It cemented in her mind that Tom has the almost insurmountable task of convincing Molly he can be trusted again. And until that happens, he is nothing to her. This is her chance to make some money he will never know about, to give herself a safety net. She steps out and walks over to the cashier to keep the night going.

"Alright, who's next?"

(Authors note: This is essentially an interlude before a dance that is going to drive the story down different paths. Please vote at the same poll for which should be first - https://poll-maker.com/Q6G19WZ5F )