Leo hunched over his drink at the strip club bar, sweatpants doing little to hide his nerves or his modest six inches. The thumping bass matched his racing pulse as he avoided eye contact with the dancers.
A woman with an hourglass figure sauntered over, hips swaying like a challenge. "You look like a deer in headlights, stranger. I'm Vixen. What's your name, and why are you hiding that shy smile?"
"Leo," he managed, cheeks flushing. She grinned wickedly. "Leo the lion? Cute. But I only prowl for eight inches minimum to tame this pussy. Still, VIP's calling—follow if you dare."
In the dim VIP room she pushed him onto the velvet couch and straddled his lap, grinding her ass slowly against his growing hardness. "Feel that? My wet heat's dripping just thinking of a thick cock stretching me, but let's test your six-inch limit."
"You're... direct," Leo gasped, hands hovering. Vixen laughed, sharp and teasing. "Direct gets me what I want. Imagine this ass bouncing on eight inches while I moan for more—your turn to prove you're not all talk."
She rocked harder, her body hot and insistent, whispering filthy lines between pants. "That cock's throbbing for me, isn't it? No blowjob until you earn it, but grind like you mean it, horny boy."
Sweating and panting, Leo bucked helplessly as she worked him. "Cum in those sweatpants, size-challenged stud—show me what you've got." He came hard, cum soaking the fabric as she smirked in triumph.
Vixen leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. "Round one's over, but next chapter we'll see if you can upgrade."
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