The bikini-clad pole dancer leaned over and laid her lips next to Brom’s ear. “It’s customary to tip, baby.”   She winked at him as she straightened up, and with a slight smirk, added “That’s if you’re enjoying yourself.  And I know that you are, cutie.”  She started to spin away from him, and made her way slowly to the other end of the stage.

Bette chuckled as Brom half-stood to pull his wallet out from his back pocket, muttering something under his breath. He pulled a fifty out and placed it on the stage.  The dancer’s smirk widened to a certifiable grin when she spotted it.

“Too much, I think,” Bette whispered, as she leaned over to Brom.  She’d seen that he’d been unable to tear his eyes away from the woman ever since she’d taken the stage, and was sure the woman, if she was a pro, had, too.  He whipped his head around, eyebrows knit crossly.  “Well, it has been a lo-o-ong time since I’ve been to a place like this, Bette.”  He made a visible effort to keep his eyes on Bette’s but his curiosity about the dancer was getting the better of him.  With a reluctant sigh he swung his head around again as surreptitiously as he could manage to locate the dancer.   Other women were ascending the steps to the stage as the music transitioned from the pulsing song that she’d taken the stage with, and which appeared to be her signature song.

Bette leaned away from him, still laughing lightly at his internal struggle. “Kiss It Better” started playing in the background.   She flicked a glance towards the other end of the stage and saw the pole dancer sashaying towards them, arms gracefully rounding arcs in the air, up and down, side to side.  The colorful silk scarves tucked into bracelets on her wrists flowed a few beats behind, fluttering in the air, adding to the seduction.  Ooohh, she was go-o-o-od! The other dancers had taken their places around the stage, and the men packing the stage in this private room were whistling appreciatively at their efforts as they danced.

Although it appeared that it was the turn of this group of dancers to “shake their booty,” this dancer stayed on stage, keeping her eyes trained on Brom, undulating her body in sync with RiRi’s song of a regretful break-up.   She danced slowly in front of him, eyes flashing promises of untold pleasure, hips swaying from side to side as she sank to her knees, and then leaned until she was on her side, her ass-cheeks facing them.