Mark lingered at the edge of the bustling strip club, his six-foot frame rigid with nerves as neon lights pulsed over gyrating bodies. A striking woman with an hourglass figure glided toward him, her hips swaying with confident command. "You look like you need guidance, tall stranger," she said, her voice laced with wit. "Name's Lena. VIP's this way—unless you're too shy to handle a real woman."
She led him to a private room, locking the door with a smirk. "I've seen bigger cocks than most, but let's check yours. Past lovers? One had me screaming while he stretched my pussy for hours, another made my ass quiver with every thrust. How's your stamina, big guy? Think you can keep this horny girl dripping?"
Mark fumbled his words as Lena dropped to her knees, freeing his hard six-inch cock. "Wet already? Cute." She wrapped her lips around him for a blowjob, her tongue working expertly while she teased about her wild nights. He grew panting and sweating, his body betraying him fast.
In under thirty seconds he came hard, cum spilling as she pulled away with a surprised laugh. "Well, that was quick. Free tonight since it didn't last—consider it a sample."
"I last longer in the second round," he muttered, still catching his breath. Lena stood tall, adjusting her outfit with unyielding poise. "Whatever you say," she replied, smirking as she sauntered out.
The door cracked open moments later; another stripper peeked in, apologized, and retreated. Faint laughter echoed from the hallway. "Less than half a minute," Lena's voice rang clear, joined by giggles.
Mark sat alone, the club's bass still thumping, wondering what surprises the next round might bring.
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