The bouncer.

Tiffany opened the door to see the bald bouncer standing there grim-faced. He could not help but take a quick glance at the blonde's amazing tits.

"Oh, hi, Bruce. Is something wrong?" she said innocently with a warm smile.

"I thought I heard a noise," the burly bouncer said, looking past Tiffany to see the couple passionately kissing with Marlissa still sitting on her husband's lap.

"It was them," Tiffany answered with a grin. "Is there a problem?"

"Did they touch you?" the bouncer asked.

"No," the young stripper replied.

"Okay, well tell them they have five minutes left," he grunted, catching one last glimpse before Tiffany closed the door on him. She walked back to the couch to find Marlissa had finally climbed off of her husband. She was scooping up the jizz leaking from her snatch and licking her fingers clean.

"You were amazing," Ryan said to Tiffany as he put his pants back on.

"It was my pleasure." Tiffany smiled like a little girl who got a compliment from a teacher.

"Thank you for a wonderful time," Marlissa said and gave the young blonde a kiss on the cheek.

"I don't normally do this but here's my number. Call me if you want to meet again," Tiffany said and grabbed her purse to take out a pen and piece of paper.

"Thank you," Ryan said, taking her number and flashed a smile. "We'll be in town for a bit."

"Thank you for a wonderful time," Marlissa said and gave the young blonde a kiss on the cheek. The couple put on their clothes and left the champagne room.