Anne scooped her hair away from her face, bending at the knees to roll her hips in front of him as he slipped money into her panties, grinning as he did. When he was done, she spun away and caught hold of the pole at the center of the stage, lazily swinging in a full circle before she came to face him again.

Planting one foot against the edge of his seat, between his legs and dangerously close to his crotch, she beamed as she leaned forward. Knee touching his chest, she laid her hands on his shoulders and used him for support as her leg came back down. She kept that contact, breasts and loose hair brushing his body as she slithered down to kneel on the floor and at his feet, a hand planted on each leg before she hoisted herself back up again, still teasing him with that barely there contact.

If he wanted to break the rules, she was ready to break them with relish.