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Attempted ROBbery alert?

gammanu95

You can unfriend me, unfollow me, and unlike me; but you cannot unlick my butthole

Babes in Fort Myers on Thursday after work. While I'm walking in the door a statuesque sister strokes my chest and smiles seductively. I smile back and squeeze her hand, but keep moving since my eyes are still adjusting and I haven't even gotten a beer.
After a short while, she comes over and starts talking about how she wants to make me cum, stroking me OTP, rubbing my chest, showing me her enhanced breasts. Camelia was hot (for me, not papi chulo mode). At least 5'9", busty fake breasts, some light abs, a tight ass and lean legs. I try to change the topic away from her making me cum because I wasn't up for extras last night. I'm trying to avoid that with all but a DS, if I ever find one. She keeps on rubbing and touching me until I finally agree to buy some lap dances.
In Babes, the lap dances are done in an area out of view from the doors, in a raised section on black sectional sofas, but easily visible from the stage and all the seating around the stage. But the lights are dimmed, there's much less traffic, and always a lot of contact. I have a wallet that is designed to be worn in the front pocket. This is mostly for ergonomics (google the sciatic nerve) but also to deter the pickpockets that have appeared in the area.
She guides me to a seat all the way in the back, and starts the dancing with LOTS of contact. She untucks my shirt, undoes my belt, opens my fly and plays with me a bit while we go for 5 songs before I stop it (unfinished). UHM the whole time, saying she wanted to come over and fuck me at home, showing me her pussy, etc. I notice that she kept grabbing and moving the right side of my open pants and leaning off to that side. It seemed odd but I was too distracted to give it a second thought. After redoing my fly and belt I stand up and drop my keys in my right pocket. That's when I notice my wallet is no longer in that pocket. I check the seat and don't see it, but I quickly find it shoved way down between the cushions. At this point I'm certain she's responsible, but I act nonchalant and pay her for the songs and even a tip for the mileage. She seemed obviously dejected, I don't know if it's because I stopped her before she finished me, or because I found my wallet. I had been pulling cash from my other pocket for our drinks and stage tips, so she might have been expecting me to pay her dances from the roll in that pocket. I could be paranoid, sure, and I liked her enough that I don't want it to have been an attempted ROBbery, but my instinct is usually pretty good on this.