Games or not, as long as they didn't come between she and Wes right now, none of that mattered. Cat wasn't about to hold his past against him, she hadn't been there for it, she couldn't blame him for what had or hadn't happened between he and Piper - that was their business. It didn't do her any good to keep what he'd told her consistently at the front of her mind, either. If she was always on alert, always dreading that he was going to cheat on her at any moment then, not only was she going to push him away, but she wasn't going to enjoy whatever time they did have together. Things were going great between the two of them, which may or may not make sense to most, and that was all that mattered. Relationships were hard enough and people came with plenty of baggage, there was no use tossing it right into the middle of things, it just made them unnecessarily difficult.
Cat hadn't expected the stripper to climb right into her lap, but she seemed to be following Wes' directions without complaint. It was quite the interesting mix of sensations to have a dancer grinding in your lap while another set of lips traced their way across your neck, the combination of the two sent a chill racing down her spine. "Glad you're pleased..." Cat turned her head slightly so that Wes could hear her over the club's music, a teasing smile touching her lips. He definitely seemed to be enjoying the little show the two were putting on, not that she minded for a moment. She also didn't mind him giving her permission to reach over and get a little friendly with him - not that she needed it. Her hand gave his thigh a playful little squeeze before moving north to brush against a more important part of his anatomy...
Eventually, Cat's turn was over, though it seemed the stripper had enjoyed herself. She tossed the chef a little wink before sliding over to continue her dance in Wes' lap, her hips swiveling right in his line of sight. It was only fair to return the favor of getting handsy while the dancer did her thing and so, turning slightly in her seat, Cat did just that. She leaned into to press hot little kisses to the pulse point in Wes' neck, nipping softly at his skin until it reddened just slightly. Her other hand slid up into the back of his hair, toying with the wild strands in a way she knew was bound to get him going.