The Velvet Tryout

Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the club, thumbs flying over his phone. "You sure this is the address? Looks like trouble." Mia's reply popped up instantly: "Get in here, college boy."

He pushed through the doors, eyes darting across the bar and lounge, searching for his old study partner. Nothing. Then a familiar laugh cut through the bass. "Over here, Leo. Or were you hoping to ogle someone else first?"

Mia leaned on the counter, D-cup breasts bouncing as she straightened. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," he stammered, cheeks flushing.

"Full of surprises, aren't I?" She winked, sliding out from behind the bar. "Come on. I want to show you something upstairs. VIP only." Leo followed, sweatpants already tightening. "Is there a hidden door up there? Free food or something?"

She glanced back with a wicked grin. "Maybe later, if you earn it."

In the dim VIP lounge she turned, pressing close. "So tell me, how's that cock feeling? Hard yet from all the ass on display downstairs?" Leo's mouth went dry. "Mia, I—"

"Relax. Just thinly veiled questions between friends. Ever think about a blowjob in a place like this? Or how wet a girl gets when she's horny and in control?" She backed him onto the velvet couch, straddling him. Her hips began a slow grind. "Bet you can't last two minutes like this. Think of it as a tryout for sex."

Leo gasped, hands hovering. "Shouldn't you be at the counter?"

"Sweet of you to worry," she purred, grinding harder. "But I'm exactly where I want to be. Feel that? My pussy's dripping already."

Five seconds later his body betrayed him. He came hard, cum soaking through the fabric as he bucked, sweating and panting. Mia slowed, laughing low. "Already? Oh Leo, you're going to have to up that stamina if you want to make the cut." She stood, adjusting her top with a confident smirk, and winked. "See you around—if you can handle round two."

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him breathless and aching for more.