Jazmine gave him a quirky sort of pout with her lips, then wagged her finger. She would have tsked, if it wasn’t for the throbbing beat of the club’s music. “Sorry daddy, I don’t like to get that personal.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle herself. Even if she didn’t have her ability to step through shadows, she took enough martial arts classes to know more than simply go for the balls. Guys like him had tried to bring her someplace more private before. Most of them were just creeps flashing a wad of cash, and she was sure she could handle herself if they turned out to be more, but she would just as soon save herself the trouble. Dancing was a steady job, and getting in trouble with the manager was a surefire way to get canned.<br/><br/>She toyed with the straps of her top, using it to make her tits bounce a little bit, and continued to smile teasingly while he toyed with her navel piercing. “Like I said, we can get nice and cozy in a private room, just you and me. For a little extra tip, I might let you have a feel of something…”