"Daddy, I want a dance. From that one, the one with the glasses. I want her to dance for us, and then I want you to watch her grind in my lap."

Up close the tease becomes a different creature. As a dancer you have all the control, how close you want to get, how much you want to touch. As the client you can do nothing but sit.
Honestly, I remember little of her dancing for both of us. What I really want is for him to watch.
To see her touch me, and to see my response.
I am leaning back in the booth, legs spread, high heels planted firm into the floor. She straddles me and her breasts are so close to my face I have to struggle not to open my mouth. Her hair forms a curtain around my face, and I can smell her skin. She slides from this position, turns around, her ass covering my lap, the small of her back in an arch as she grinds. I have to put my hands on the wall of the booth to either side of me to keep from touching her.
I want to dig my fingers into her flesh.
She would mark beautifully...