Leo stared at his phone outside the pulsing neon sign of the club, thumbs hovering over the screen. "You sure this is the right address?" he texted his college friend Mia. The reply came quick: "Yes. Get in here." Heart pounding, he pushed through the heavy doors into the dim, thumping atmosphere of the strip club. Bodies swayed on stage, but he scanned the bar and lounge, expecting to spot her in the crowd. Nothing. He lingered awkwardly by the counter, sweat already prickling his neck.
A familiar laugh cut through the music. "Leo! Over here, you dork." Mia leaned forward from behind the bar, her D-cup boobs bouncing with the motion as she waved. Her tight top strained, drawing his eyes despite himself. "Didn't know you were a bartender here," he muttered, cheeks flushing. She grinned, sharp and knowing. "Surprise. College didn't teach you everything about me."
She wiped the counter with a flick of her wrist, eyes locked on his. "I want to show you something. Come on." Mia grabbed his hand, leading him past velvet ropes to the VIP stairs. "Is there a hidden door? Free food up there?" he joked, trying to mask his nerves. "Maybe later," she purred, her voice laced with promise. His sweatpants began to tent noticeably as they climbed, and he shifted to hide it, shy as ever.
In the private lounge, Mia turned, hands on her hips. "So, Leo, still the quiet one? Tell me, how hard do you get when a woman takes charge?" The question hung with sexual undertones, her smile wicked. He stammered, but she pressed on. "Or does that shy cock of yours twitch at the thought of my wet pussy dripping just for you?" Her words were bold, unapologetic, making his erection strain harder.
Mia stepped closer, her breath warm. "You're horny already, aren't you? Panting like that. I bet you'd love a blowjob right now, my lips around that hard length." She traced a finger along his arm, strong and in control. Leo's voice cracked in reply, but she laughed softly, guiding him to the couch. "No hiding. Let me feel how ready you are."
She straddled his lap without hesitation, grinding her ass against his tented sweatpants. "Feel that? My pussy's getting wet thinking about you." Dialogue flowed sharp and witty as she asked, "Would you cum if I told you to fuck me slow, or are you too shy to last?" His hands trembled, but she took them, placing them on her curves. Tension built like fire, her dominance pulling him deeper.
Clothes shifted aside as Mia freed his throbbing cock, stroking it firmly. "Look at you, so hard and dripping already." She leaned in, whispering more veiled questions. "Does my ass make you want to cum inside me?" Before he could answer, she lowered herself, taking him into her slick pussy with a gasp. They moved together, her riding with confident rolls of her hips, sweat beading on their skin.
Panting filled the air as she bounced, her boobs jiggling. "That's it, Leo. Give me that cum." He couldn't hold back, coming prematurely with a shudder, his release spilling hot inside her. Mia smiled down at him, triumphant and satisfied, her body still grinding slowly. "Good boy. But we're just getting started."
She eased off, adjusting her clothes with a knowing wink, the room thick with their mingled scents. Leo sat there, mind reeling from the intensity, yet craving whatever came next. Mia's eyes sparkled with unspoken plans.
But Mia had plans that went far beyond one quick release.
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