Chapter 8

Brenda continued her table rounds, returning to one she’d been to before. “What can I get you?” She asked.

“Hot and bothered!” One joked.

“Oh, Thor, this guy wants to get hot and bothered!” She said loudly.

“Not him, you!”

“You want a lap dance?”

“Sure!” He smiled, moving his chair away from the table.

“I don’t do lap dancing out here, only in a private room, and it’ll cost you.”

“How much, twenty-five?”

“Hah, I wouldn’t even take off my thong for that low an offer.” She leaned into his ear, her right nipple in view. “It would cost you a hundred for starters.”

“A hundred bucks for a lap dance?”

“That depends on the kind of dance I do for you,” she smiled.

She noticed a guy approaching her whom she’d spoken with earlier. “I got the hundred,” he said, showing her the brown-coloured bill.

Brenda’s heart seemed to skip a beat. She didn’t really think he’d get the money. She gave him a quick look over, liking his appearance. Brenda took his hand, leading him towards the back of the building.

“Allison, can you cover my tables. I’m going to be busy for a while.”

“Sure, have fun!” She smiled.

“Hi, can I have the key to one of the rooms?” She asked the burly security guard.

He handed her a key. “Room number one.” He said, admiring her slender body, wary of her customer.

Brenda unlocked the door, turning on the light. They entered, and she locked the door behind her. The room was furnished with a table, bed, and two chairs.

“What’s your name?”

“Robert.”

“I’m Allure, my real name is Brenda.”

“A few rules before we start, Robert. First, payment.” He handed her the hundred-dollar bill, and she placed it under the key. “There are several hidden panic buttons in the room. If you abuse me or do something I don’t want to do, I’ll activate the alarm. The security staff is partial to the safety of us strippers and will virtually toss you out of here.”

“I understand.”

Brenda had him sit on the chair and straddle his legs, her skirt rising to reveal her black thong. “You are a handsome one,” she commented, her hand caressing his cheek and giving him a passionate kiss. She didn’t comment, seeing the wedding rings on his left hand.

Robert watched Brenda go to a nearby table and touch a button, which began the current stripper music. She faced him, smoothing her hands up the sides of her body, briefly caressing her breasts, then fluffing her long hair.

He watched her dance moves bring her closer and closer, then around to his back. She leaned over, kissing the side of his neck, then, unfastening several buttons on his shirt, ran her hands down over his chest.

She moved several steps away from him, doing her erotic, suggestive dance moves. Her legs spread as she inched closer over his upper legs. Her short skirt rode up, revealing her thong again. She moved her hips, grinding against his crotch.