Honey Pots

Carefully, he walked to the entrance and entered. He looked around. There were only three other persons around, one of them was the barkeeper, the other two looked like they were guests.

Brad instantly took a seat and pulled out his mobile. "Walter, I am here, where the fuck are you?" he sent on WhatsApp.

"Hey stud, want a lap dance?" A sweet feminine voice spoke up behind him suddenly. He turned quickly to see a beautiful young blonde dancer standing with a smirk behind him.

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"I would love one but I'm waiting for someone!" he spoke low to avoid being over heard. "Oh trust me sugar, I know who you're waiting for and he's paid for me to keep you company until he arrives! My name is Honey Pots, so how about that lap dance?" She giggled as she moved to straddle his lap. "Alright then, Honey! But I don't have a lot of cash to tip with!" Brad chuckled thinking Walter was way to playful for his own good.

"Glad to hear that, now let's go to a private room. We'll have to be quick though, I have a set soon!" She giggled as she stood and took him by the hand to lead him. Brad was a little confused now but followed along as she led the way.