She made a purring sound as his tongue slid along her skin. Oooh, he was quite fun - she was beginning to wish she'd met him outside the club, if only so she could grab him and shag him proper. But he was a client, and she was a dancing fantasy. There were some dancers who had crossed the line - always with the exchange of several galleons - but Ally had yet to do so. Not because she hadn't been offered, but because she feared that once the line was crossed, she wouldn't be able to go back.
And there were times like this that she really wanted to cross the line, if only for some proper satisfaction.
She gently pushed her chest into his hands, encouraging his touch, and began working her hips even more over his arousal. She alternately ground and circled, using her pelvis to bring him to the height of pleasure. She ignored her own needs - there was still a long night of dancing ahead for her, after all.