Money is money, right?

Despite the male part of your subconscious telling you no, you finally agree to the private dance. You try to tell yourself its about the money, but you know better. This beautiful body you are in has different tastes than what you are used to. Clearly her sex drive has more control over you than your own will.

You dress in a new thong and matching bra and nervously head towards where Maria pointed when she was telling you about the private dance request. The bouncer, a big bald man with tatoos is setting outside of a row of five doors, his big arms crossed. He nods respectfully to you.

You glance inside the first. A black girl with a nice body is on her knees, a white headed business man's cock in her mouth. Inside the second you see a more traditional lap dance, with a thong clad girl grinding her ass into the crotch of a man's pants. In the third room the dancer is seated on the couch and an older man has his face buried in her pussy. She winks at you. In the fourth room, a skinny, forty-something blond woman is on her knees, taking it in her pussy from behind from a boy young enough to be her son.

You take a deep breath and step to the last door. Inside is the man from the stage. He is seated on the couch. He smiles at you and you feel your pussy twitch.

You step inside.