"I think I'd like to see what you have in store for me," you say to her trying to sound authoratative.
"Excellent," she grins, and puts her arm around your shoulders. "Right this way; don't worry the night receptionist will be along to take my place."
She leads you to a small private dance room complete with a couch and a bed. She places a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside doorknob and locks the door. The sound of the lock both unnerves and excites you. She then gives you a slight shoulder massage, and removes from you your vest, belt, and necklace and places them on the floor next to the couch leaving you only in bare fur.
"You won't need these," she says. "Nor will I need these." And with that she removes her clothes until she is in her lingerie. "Now I could let you tickle me, or I could give you a Tickle Lap Dance, which ever you would prefer."
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