Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the strip club, double-checking the address his college friend had texted. 'You sure this is right?' he fired off. Her reply came quick: 'Dead serious. Get your shy ass in here.' He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her, heart racing. Suddenly, a familiar laugh cut through the bass. 'Looking for someone, or just lost in the scenery?' Mia called from behind the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing as she leaned forward with a wicked grin. 'Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender,' Leo stammered, eyes darting away. She winked. 'Full of surprises. Come on, I want to show you something upstairs in VIP.' As they climbed, he joked, 'Hidden door up there for free food?' Mia smirked over her shoulder. 'Maybe later, if you earn it.' His sweatpants betrayed him, tenting hard. In the dim VIP room, she pressed close, voice sharp and teasing. 'So, Leo, ever wonder how long a guy like you lasts when a woman's really in charge? Bet you couldn't handle two minutes of this without losing it.' She started grinding her ass against his hardening cock, hips rolling slow and deliberate. 'You need to get back to the counter?' he asked, voice shaky. 'Sweet of you to worry,' she purred, 'but I'm exactly where I want to be. Think of this as a test run for sex—my pussy's already wet and dripping just from watching you squirm.' His cock throbbed painfully as she picked up the pace, grinding harder. 'Horny yet? Panting already?' Five seconds in, he came hard, cum soaking his sweatpants. Mia laughed, not missing a beat. 'Two minutes? Try five seconds, quickshot. Next time, you'll last longer—or I'll make you beg while I ride that cock dry.'
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