“The dancers don’t have to give lap dances?” Rockie asked.“Nobody here does anything that they don’t want to do,” Patty said. “A lot of ...ur dancers, just like Jen, are in a serious relationship with someone and want to limit their activities to those that they and their partner have agreed are acceptable.”“Joey is okay with Jen dancing as long as she wears a mask so no one recognizes her, she only dances when Patty or I are here, and she doesn’t give any lap dances,” Franc said. “Except to him. ‘No,’ she giggled back, feeling her bum and back. ‘Though I think I’ll be bruised in the morning. But that was well worth it, you are an animal sometimes.’ ‘Speak for yourself,’ I answered, looking sideways at her deliciously arched body, her breasts almost invisible against her chest, her blond pubis matted with fluids thrust into the air and her long legs flexing as she arched, feeling her bottom for splinters. She collapsed, then sat up, her breasts appearing again as if by magic, and then. "She put the case back on the pile and continued her meanderings. The apartment wasn't really all that big and she soon wound up in the bedroom. Robby caught up with her there while she was running a finger over the nightstand, frowning at what she found."Something wrong, sweetie?" Robby asked. He watched her study her fingertips.Holding up those fingertips, she said, "There's white dust all over everything in here." Her nostrils flared briefly. "And it smells like sawdust." She gave him a look. A few drinks later things got very deep and she even asked me to dance, I of course agreed and started to make our way to the dance floor, I immediately noticed the height difference between us, me being six foot four, and her being about five foot seven, it was cute. Just as we arrived on the floor the song ended and a slow song came on, the great thing was neither of us minded, and we had a lovely slow dance, I was very happy right now, but also a little confused as to why some people were.