Leo hesitated outside the neon-lit strip club, double-checking the address his college friend had texted. "You sure this is right?" he typed, palms already clammy. Her reply came quick: "Yes. Get in here." He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her, the thump of bass vibrating through his sweatpants.
A familiar laugh cut through the noise. "Over here, genius." Mia leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing as she waved him closer. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," Leo said, cheeks flushing. She smirked, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. "And I didn't know you'd actually show. Come on—I want to show you something upstairs."
He followed her to the VIP section, sweatpants already starting to tent. "Is there a hidden door? Free food involved?" he joked nervously. Mia glanced back with a wicked grin. "Maybe later, if you behave. Or if you don't." In the private booth she pressed close, her questions turning razor-sharp and laced with heat. "So, Leo, how long has it been since a woman made you this hard? Think your cock could handle a real test?"
She turned and started grinding her ass against his growing erection, slow and deliberate. "Shouldn't you be at the counter?" he stammered, breath hitching. "You're sweet. Don't worry about it," she purred, voice strong and teasing. "Want to make a bet? I bet you can't last two minutes with me working this pussy over your cock." Leo's breathing turned heavy, sweat beading on his forehead as her rhythm built.
"Having fun back there?" she tossed over her shoulder, increasing the pace, her ass rolling harder. "I... fuck..." he gasped, panting now, the friction sending sparks through him. She bit her lip, feeling him throb. "That's it—let it go." With a final grind he came hard, cum soaking through his sweatpants in a warm, wet rush, leaving a dripping spot that spread visibly.
Mia looked down at the evidence, then up at him with a satisfied smile, her own body still humming and horny. "Looks like I win." She leaned in close, voice dropping to a promise. "But the night's just getting started—next time I want that cock inside me properly."
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