Leo hesitated outside the neon-lit strip club, thumbs hovering over his phone before texting his college friend. "You sure this is the right address?" The reply pinged back instantly: "Yes, stop stalling and get in here." He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge area with growing nerves, completely missing the figure behind the counter.
A familiar laugh cut through the music. Rachel bounced her D-cup boobs as she leaned forward, waving him over. "Over here, genius." Leo's eyes widened. "I didn't know you were a bartender here." She smirked, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. "Full of surprises, aren't I?"
"Come on, I want to show you something," Rachel said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the VIP section. Leo glanced around shyly. "Is there a hidden door if we're getting free food?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe later—if you earn it." His sweatpants began to tent noticeably, and she didn't miss it.
In the dim VIP room, Rachel circled him with sharp questions laced in innuendo. "Feeling horny yet, or is the club air just getting to you? Bet that cock of yours is already hard and twitching." Leo stammered, face flushing, but she pressed on, her voice low and teasing. "Tell me, how long do you think you could last with a real woman grinding on you?"
Rachel pushed him onto the velvet couch and straddled his lap backward, her ass pressing firmly against his growing hardness. "You sweet thing—don't worry about the counter," she purred when he asked if she needed to return. "Want to make a bet? Think you can last two minutes of this without losing it?" She started grinding slowly, her hips rolling with expert rhythm.
Leo breathed heavy, sweating as the friction built. Rachel looked back with a wicked grin. "Having fun back there?" He gasped, "...I..." getting dangerously close. She increased the pace, her pussy growing wet and dripping through thin fabric, until he came hard, a wet spot blooming on his sweatpants. Panting, he looked down beet-red while she bit her lip at the mess.
Rachel leaned in, whispering "Someone had a good time," then yanked his sweatpants down and wrapped her lips around his still-hard cock for a sloppy blowjob that left him moaning. She climbed on, guiding his length into her slick pussy and riding him with fierce control, her ass slapping against him until they both came again in a sweaty, panting tangle. "...Yeah," he managed nervously, smiling despite himself.
But as Rachel's fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, she murmured that the real games were only just beginning.
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