Walter slid the foxbody to a stop and stepped from it, he walked in the front door of the nightclub as the sun was setting. He walked to George and slid him a roll of hundreds, "Private room, bring in Chrissy." He smiled and made his way to the back room. It was a nice club, crimson felt seats with gold embrodery and the lone pole in front of him. He leaned back on the seat and poured himself some of the champaign. He lifted the glass and sipped at it while kicking his feet up.

"Big black soul, moving slow moving close to you..." the song began as well as the show.

Chrissy slowly sauntered in, her black latex jacket buttoned up over her. She was pulled from another dance for this guy. The lights flashed and she ripped off her jacket, she laid backwards against the pole and slid to the ground looking off the runway at him. It was Jeremy, since he had got out of prison he was paying large bills for private dances this entire week. Almost every night it had been for her. She crossed her legs slowly and spun to her feet , wrapping one leg around the pole she rolled up the pole from her hip to her breasts and back down. She gave him a wider smile as he leaned in towards her. With a twist of her torso she spun around the pole to lay at his feet.

Chrissy enjoyed dancing for this guy, he didn't make her feel like scum like some of the other high spenders did. So as she turned onto her hands and knees and crawled towards him she didn't feel as dirty as she usualy did. Her hands rested on his legs and she pulled herself up his body her leather lingerie barely grazing over him. She straddled his legs, bringing hers up between her arms and back down across his. She swung her hair loose and teased her lips across his face before spinning on him and tossing her head back

Jeremy smiled as her lips crossed his face, his hands moved over her legs softly. He knew she didn't mind a little touching in her dances as long as it wasn't intrusive, as she ground against him he smelled her deeply, her perfume wasn't strong but it was good enough to accent her beauty. She had a great body and it was hard to see why she was doing this and not acting or modeling. He would have to ask her some time, he whispered softly, "Beautiful."

"Yes I am," She smiled and moved his hands up her belly and over her breasts letting him squeeze softly before moving them back down around her thighs. She loved how much money this guy threw down for her, she turned and straddled him again. This time it was at the end of the song and she put her arms around his neck. "So what do you say we have a more private dance later on?" She asked biting her lower lip as she grinded against him. She was curious about him, maybe she could figure out why he was so intent on her when the club was full of way hotter girls.

Jeremy moved his arms down to her waist. "Sure, when do you get off?" He smirked and leaned back in the chair as she ground against him. She was too convincing with her girl next door looks. He would have to give in to her wish. "Never mind, let's go now. I'll pay your wages for the night." He smiled and stood up holding her to him as he did so then lether down. "Get your stuff, I'll be out front." He smiled and let himself out, as he passed the front door he shouted to George, "Christina's commen home with me tonight, that money should be more then enough for the night." He shouted knowing that the strippers had their choice of sleeping with a client and Chrissy almost never did. George chuckled and cleaned out the mug he was washing.

"Just bring her back tomorrow bro." He said and set the mug down.