Leo sat alone at the bar of the dimly lit strip club, nursing a whiskey and trying not to stare too obviously at the dancers. His shyness kept him rooted to the stool until a woman with an hourglass figure—curves that could stop traffic—slid onto the seat beside him. "You look like trouble hiding in plain sight," she purred, her voice laced with amusement. "Name's Vanessa. And you?"
"Leo," he mumbled, cheeks flushing as her eyes raked over him. Vanessa grinned, leaning in close. "Leo, huh? Let's skip the small talk. I like my men packing at least eight inches, but something tells me you're curious enough to follow me to VIP anyway." He blinked, caught off guard by her directness. "Eight? I'm... well, six on a good day. Shy doesn't mean stupid, though."
She laughed, a sharp, witty sound, and grabbed his hand. "Six inches? Cute. But grinding might change your mind about what you can handle. Come on, shy boy—VIP's calling, and I'm not asking twice." In the private room, Vanessa pushed him onto the velvet couch and straddled his lap, her ass pressing firmly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "Feel that? My pussy's already getting wet just thinking about a real cock, not this shy six-inch tease."
Leo panted as she ground down harder, her hips rolling with expert rhythm. "You're horny for bigger, aren't you?" he managed, voice cracking with wit. Vanessa smirked, strong hands pinning his shoulders. "Damn right. Eight inches would have me dripping and begging, but your hard little number is fun to toy with. Imagine me on my knees for a blowjob—too bad six won't cut it for this size queen." Sweat beaded on his forehead as the friction built, her ass cheeks clenching around him through the fabric.
"Fuck, you're making me crazy," Leo groaned, sweating now as she leaned back, flashing a wicked smile. "Panting already? Good. My pussy's slick and ready, but you'll have to earn more than this grind." She rocked faster, dirty talk flowing. "Think your cock can handle my ass bouncing like this? Or are you just gonna cum like a good little six-incher?" The tension snapped—Leo came hard in his sweatpants, cum soaking through as he gasped and shuddered beneath her.
Vanessa slowed with a satisfied chuckle, not missing a beat. "Well, well. That was quick, but we've got chapters ahead, shy boy." She stood, adjusting her hourglass silhouette. "Next time, maybe we'll see if you can last longer than a grind."
"Or if eight inches walks through that door instead."
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