You get a lap dance

As you look around the club a pretty Indian waitress catches your eye. She is of average height and voluptuous build. You call her over and ask when she is going to take the stage. She tells you she can give you a private dance right now if you would like, which you would very much. She leads you to a private room. A large comfortable chair is in the center of the room. The floor is covered in thick rugs. Standing mirrors are arranged to give a view of the dance from all sides. Ravi gently presses you into the chair and begins to sway in front of you. Light plays off of her caramel skin and shines in her wavy raven hair. Her dark almond eyes lock on yours. She smiles and exotic smile and takes your hands and cups them over her large breasts. They are perfect and her nipples are hard. This close, you can smell her fragrant tropical perfume. She straddles your lap and begins to grind against your hard crotch. After a few minutes that seem to last forever and fly by at the same time, she tells you the dance is over but if you would like, she could keep entertaining you in other ways. You ask her how and she says . . .