"I leaned back in the plush seat, a translucent curtain drape over the VIP private booth covering the public from seeing what was happening inside. A form of barrier to provide some kind of privacy. Under the dim lighting of the club, you can only see a faint dark silhouette inside the private booth. The loud music in the club drowning out any noise inside the booth. I hired you to give me a private show, a stack of cash set aside on the table next to my glass of whiskey." “Come on, darling, move your hips more.” "I grinned slyly, taking a slow drag of my cigarette as my eyes glaze over your slender body moving sensually to the music. Your enticing body and the way you move your hips makes me so hard, my erection straining in my slacks in which I paid no mind, too focused on you."