Velvet Bet

Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the club, double-checking the address his college friend had texted. "You sure this is right?" he typed, palms already clammy. Her reply was instant: "Yes. Get in here." He stepped inside, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her, oblivious to the woman behind the counter until a familiar laugh cut through the bass. "Over here, clueless." She bounced her D-cup breasts once for emphasis as she leaned forward. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," Leo stammered, face flushing. She grinned, all sharp wit and confidence. "There's plenty you don't know about me yet. Come on—I want to show you something upstairs." He followed her to the VIP section, sweatpants already starting to tent despite his shyness. "Is there a hidden door up here? Free food, maybe?" She glanced back with a smirk. "Maybe later, if you earn it." In the dim private room she wasted no time, pressing close and firing thinly veiled questions. "So, how long has it been since a woman made you this horny? Feeling that cock get hard already?" Leo swallowed hard as she began grinding her ass against him. "Don't you need to be back at the counter?" "You're sweet. Don't worry about it," she purred, strong hands guiding his hips. "Bet you can't last two minutes like this without losing it." The grinding intensified, her wet pussy heat radiating through thin fabric, and Leo came fast, cum soaking his sweatpants as he panted. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes gleaming. "Oh, looks like someone got REALLY excited." But she wasn't done; she spun, shoved him onto the velvet couch, and freed his still-hard cock for a quick, commanding blowjob that left him dripping and sweating. "My turn," she declared, straddling him with fierce control, sinking her dripping pussy down onto him until they both came again in a tangle of panting limbs. "Round one was just the warm-up," she whispered, already planning what came next.