"Man, and I thought the stage was where all the action was!" Alan as Crissy mused to himself as he tried to walk casually toward the table where Susan sat grinning. This was no small feat in stiletto heeled boots and a skimpy little dress that exposed more than it covered. It turned out the "ladies room" was where the strippers lounged during their breaks. Alan's nipples were so hard, they ached, and there were more men watching him walk the floor than watching the stage. In the time it took to reach the table, he'd jumped at least three times to a large male hand on his butt.
Susan stood, as any gentleman would, for her cute little Alan. She'd decided not to tell Alan right away about the arrangement with Tony. Depending on how things went, it might be more fun if Alan was ignorant. Alan initially made a face at the sweet rum and coke, but smiled delightedly after a sip. Playing it for all it was worth, Susan kept her eyes on the stage dancers while surreptitiously keeping Alan supplied with rum and coke. When Susan started slipping bills into the dancer's G-strings, she was very much aware that Alan was no longer watching the dancers, but was instead frowning at her. A few more bills and another drink for Alan brought the hoped for break.
"Hey I can play this game too!" Alan squealed petulantly before clicking off unsteadily to the back, drifting through a door that was flanked by two mountainous bouncers that had already dissuaded several guys who had tried that door.
Susan was enjoying herself more than she'd hoped. Her tipping produced a good deal of direct up close personal attention from the dancers. She was considering what would be a good escalation, maybe tipping with her teeth, when the announcement came.
"WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU. THE ONE, THE ONLY CRISSY!"
The lights went black, the curtains moved, and a brilliant spotlight lit. "Holy!", Susan breathed.
