VIP Room...

Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself, with Jenna, enjoying the company of "Paulina", a lithe, creamy skinned brunette with candy-apple red lips and a mischievous smile. Your reclined in a corner couch while she gives Jenna a nice lapdance. It's the third song she's been dancing for the two of you, and the second where Jenna's gotten the primary attention. You're still on the floor, so Jenna keeps her hands to herself, but Paulina hasn't been shy about getting a little contact in. You're enjoying the look on Jenna's face: she's definitely having fun, and you think it might be time to splurge a little: apparently, Jenna has about $1,500 in cash in her purse that you didn't know about. She wanted to be prepared for whatever, though you gave a little chuckle at the overkill.

As the song, "GDFR" by Flo Rida, winds down, Jenna leans up to speak in the girl's ear. "Would you be interested in taking this somewhere more private?"
"Absolutely."
"My husband and I have some money to burn and we want a memorable experience. Let's talk about rates." Jenna's surprisingly no nonsense.
"$100 for 20 minutes will get you the basics, baby..." You don't know what the basics entail, but Paulina's tone seems to suggest more. She's deliberately not finishing the sentence, that extra money will get you extras. They must be very careful, you think. Can't tell who might be an undercover cop.
"I think we can manage that."
Paulina leads the two of you past the bar, and says something to the bartender in passing, who turns a knob nearby. Dimming the lights in one of the private booths, you think to yourself.
When you get into the booth, it's a tight, intimate space with leather couches surrounding a pole. The stripper turns to you both. "Who's first? Or both together?" She starts swaying and gyrating near the pole.