Ollie: Damn...ok, jesus-for that much you could do whatever the hell you wanted and I'd fucking let you-
He pockets the money.
Ollie: So what do you want? Just a lap dance or you wanna fuck?
Ollie: Alright then, cutie..let's do this..~
He turns around and wraps his arms around Jamie's neck and his legs around his waist. He starts grinding against him, abs rubbing up against his shirt. He comes closer and kisses him softly.
Olike: That good for you, sweetheart..~
He breathes against his neck