Cherry sat down at once on Callie's command, almsot at attention, while Sam remained sitting, a wry grin on his lips while he watched Callie move on the platform.<br/><br/>Callie's performance went flawlessly, showing off her skills and talents in an almost perfect way. She barely noticed Sam moving his lips in the sort of silent talk some used when taking notes with their commlink while he watched. The girl was simply staring.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: 5 hits dancing</div></div><br/>Cherry gasped, eyes widening again, when Callie slid down into her lap, and the adept could feel the girl squirming under her, reacting to her touch and her presence. The thin tank top proved no barrier at all to her touch, and was almost shoved up during the lapdance that followed. Even so her nipples were hard now, and impossible to miss, and even her dark skin showed her blush. Any noise she might have made was silenced when Callie kissed her, and for all she seemed to be flustered her tongue met Callies eagerly. She moaned when Callie broke the kiss off and trembled when Callie's tail snuck down her top, moaning in response. Very sensitive skin it seemed. Up close she smeeled very desirable, probaly enhanced pheromones as well.<br/><br/><em>Oh, the little kitty is wetting herself, good work, Callie.</em><br/><br/>Sam had a glint in his eyes when he nodded. "Good enough indeed. Very good even. You could get a better paying gig I think, at another club. But you're here." So why are you here? Was not asked aloud, but implied in his statement.