Bella balanced spreadsheets by day with ruthless precision, but by night she shed the pencil skirts for sequins and spotlights at the Velvet Lounge. The duality thrilled her, and she never apologized for it. Tonight, as she finished her set, she spotted Alex—the stiff-suited client from her accounting firm—lurking near the bar, his eyes wide with recognition.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Quarterly Reports himself," Bella purred, sliding onto the stool beside him, her body still glistening. "Come to audit my assets?"
Alex swallowed hard. "Bella? I had no idea... this is you?"
She laughed, sharp and unapologetic. "Surprise. Daytime me crunches your numbers; nighttime me makes men forget them. You buying a dance, or just here to blush?"
Tension crackled as she led him to a private room. "Strip for me first," she demanded, staying fully in control. Alex obeyed, and soon her hands were on his hardening cock. "Look at you, already this hard for the accountant who knows your dirty books." She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working him while she quipped, "Bet your wife doesn't do this after tax season."
Alex groaned, but Bella pushed him back, straddling him. "My turn." She guided his cock into her dripping wet pussy, riding him with fierce rhythm, her ass grinding down as sweat beaded on her skin. "Deeper—don't hold back, or I'll bill you extra." They moved together, panting and horny, her strong thighs controlling every thrust until he came hard inside her, cum mixing with her own release.
Bella dismounted with a satisfied smirk, already plotting the next encounter. "That was chapter one, accountant. My books have plenty more entries."
"And what happens when the firm finds out about your moonlighting?" he asked, voice rough.
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