When Lindy wasn’t dancing onstage or trying to convince a customer to get a lap dance or a trip to the VIP room, she’d sit at his table for a few ...inutes, before working the room again.Over the next two hours, Chase watched Lindy do her thing. Tipping her when she was onstage, and watching with a wry smile as she was groped and fondled during several lap dances. When she managed to talk other customers into paying for a visit to the VIP rooms, he just focused on the other tits and pussies in. I needed confidence. Brashness. I had to pleasure this queen, and I would drive her wild. I didn't have a choice.“Mother!” Princess Siona cried out from my side. “I see you have brought guests, daughter,” Queen Sidhe said, her voice pure honey coating steel, at first soft and feminine but with such authority naturally filling the timbre of her words that it resonated through the throne room.“I have!” the faerie princess said before her wings hummed and she flitted to her mother.She zoomed. They coloured my hair. I was blonde. I’d never been blonde before. My nails were manicure, fingers and toes. A French manicure she called it. Worse was still to come. My legs were waxed, then my bikini line. I closed my eyes, and endured.We walked into the foyer of the hotel. Alfie carried both our bags. I was nervous. I checked in. I’d been allocated one double room. We’d be sharing, the room, and the bed. It had been Alfie’ idea. I needed a partner. No one at work knew him. He was my toy boy.. " Okay," he said, following her instructions. How lucky he felt having a wife who wanted to fuck all the time. He didn't know if she liked this or her was getting music better every time she had it up her butt.The new schedule was from ten pm to two am. One mandatory half hour break so Shelly could sell more beer and eats. From seven to ten a DJ played country and western while couples danced, people ate the delicious smelling food and drinks. Chuck's clicker counted over seven hundred people.