The young woman started removing her shirt, which was incredibly tight and thin in the first place, button by button, swaying her hips sensually to the music.
"I've been a bad, bad girl, daddy.", she whispered in a low, somehow innocent but seductive voice, now letting the piece of white linen fall to the ground behind her, leaving her clad only in a schoolgirl skirt, barely reaching over her small behind, a black leather bra, white stockings reaching up over her knees, black, shiny Stilletos and a black cravat tied loosely around her neck. She leaned closer to the teenage boy, deliberately pushing out her chest, and purred into his ear:
"You should punish me."
Don't touch. You're not allowed to touch.
The 16-year-old found it incredibly hard to obey the rules of the strip club, considering he really, really wanted to run his fingers along the slightly sweaty, fair skin of the girl before him. He also wasn't allowed to touch himself, which was making him quite miserable. He really just should've gone with sweatpants, these skinny jeans weren't helping anyone.
"You see this skirt?", she asked innocently, her eyes widening slightly as she gestured to the red dishcloth sized article of clothing.
"I'm not wearing anything under it."
He let out a frustrated groan as the stripper almost sat down on his lap, key word here being almost. Spreading her legs, she lowered her body expertly over his legs and crotch, being careful to not actually touch anything. Such were the rules of this establishment, she wasn't about to break them. But the shear closeness of her hovering form, the heat she radiated was enough to heighten the boy's senses. "Candy", who's name had been said and forgotten when the money for the lap dance had been exchanged, began to move her hips in slow, small circular motions, meanwhile steadying herself by holding onto the boy's shoulders. She let her hands wander a bit, pleasantly surprised by the muscle hidden under the sweater of her customer.
"Please. Please-", the young one gasped, eyes closed while savouring every movement the girl made over him. He couldn't care less how desperate he was sounding, he just needed her to do something, anything. Candy smirked slightly, enjoying the sight beneath her and almost regretting her next words. Then again, she didn't really.
"Seok, need your help here.", she shouted over the music blasting out of speakers situated all over the place towards the bar, where a few people were sitting and drinking, nearly all of them watching the main show of the night on the platform, a young, busty woman in a bunny costume showing off her private parts. A rather uninterested looking man glanced up from his scotch glass at Candy's call, expecting to see some sad, desperate female customer. Instead, to his surprise and emidiate pleasure, he saw a hot, young, and desperate male customer. Seok smirked at the tan, tall and thin form currently sitting under Candy, and made his way towards the more quiet and most importantly dark end of the club where the two had gone for their private show.
"I'll take it from here, Candy."
The teenager looked up as Candy got up from him, slightly deflating at the loss of contact. But then his eyes found the newcomer, and widened in awe. Small, muscular form, white dress shirt completely unbuttoned and black, skinny jeans making his huge bulge for crotch incredibly obvious, and tie around his neck, today's theme seemed to be dirty school girls/boys.
"Why, hello chocolate, aren't you happy to see me.", Seok almost laughed at how the eyes of his customer seemed to darken another two shades, and how the boner he was sporting was now in even more danger of bursting his pants. The boy just continued to stare at him, eyes wide and mouth opened, making Seok's chuckles last just a bit longer.
Meanwhile, Candy took a few steps back, but stayed by the scene. The way she knew Seok, he would make this show worth her, and also definitely the boy's while. He was extremely uncareful with the no touching rule, especially if he found the person he was dancing for attractive, and she couldn't exactly blame him for doing so. She loved to watch him go at it.
