Leo hesitated outside the neon-lit entrance, sweat already prickling his neck as he double-checked the address. 'This can't be right,' he texted. The reply came instantly: 'It is. Get in here, college boy.' Heart pounding, he stepped into the pulsing strip club, scanning the bar and lounge for his old friend Mia. No sign of her. Then a familiar laugh cut through the bass. 'Looking for someone, Leo?' Mia leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing with amusement as she waved him over. 'Didn't realize I was the bartender? Cute.' He blinked, cheeks flushing. 'Mia? I had no idea you worked here.' She smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'There's more to this place than drinks. Come on, I want to show you something.' She led him upstairs to the VIP section, her hips swaying confidently. 'Is there a hidden door? Free food maybe?' Leo joked nervously, trying to hide his growing discomfort. 'Maybe later,' she purred, 'if you earn it.' His sweatpants began to tent noticeably. Mia noticed immediately, her strong gaze locking on his. 'Already hard? How predictable—and horny.' She backed him against the velvet couch, grinding her ass slowly into his lap. 'Shouldn't you be at the counter?' he stammered, voice shaky. 'You're sweet, don't worry about it,' she teased, pressing harder. 'Want to make a bet? Think you can last two minutes with me grinding like this?' Leo's breath hitched as her rhythm intensified, his cock throbbing painfully hard against her. 'Mia, this is... intense.' She chuckled wickedly, feeling his sweatpants dampen. 'Best part is I know you'll jizz in your pants.' Panting and sweating, Leo couldn't hold back—the bet lost in seconds as he came hard, cum soaking through, dripping warmly while she kept moving, her own pussy wet and teasing. 'Good boy. Round two soon?'
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