Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon sign of 'Velvet Lounge,' double-checking the address his college friend had texted. 'You sure this is right?' he typed. Her reply came swift: 'Dead sure. Get in here.' Swallowing his nerves, he pushed through the doors, scanning the crowded bar and dimly lit lounge for her familiar face. Nothing. Then a throaty laugh cut through the bass. 'Over here, Leo—behind the counter, genius.' He spun to see Elena, his sharp-tongued friend from econ class, leaning forward with a wicked grin. She bounced her full D-cup breasts once, deliberately, the low-cut top barely containing them. 'Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender,' he stammered, cheeks flushing. 'Full of surprises, aren't I?' she shot back, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. 'Come on, I want to show you something upstairs in VIP. Unless you're too shy for the real action.' Leo followed, sweatpants already stirring. 'Is there a hidden door up there? Free food maybe?' Elena glanced back with a smirk. 'Maybe later—if you earn it. First, let's see what you're packing.' In the private booth, she pressed close, her questions laced with heat: 'So, Leo, ever wonder how a strong woman like me unwinds after a shift? Think your cock could keep up with a real grind, or would it go hard and useless in seconds?' His tent grew obvious; she noticed with a wink. 'Horny already? Good.' She straddled him without warning, grinding her ass against his swelling length through the fabric. 'Wait—don't you need to be at the counter?' he gasped, hands hovering. 'Sweet of you to worry,' she purred, rolling her hips harder, 'but I'm exactly where I want to be. Bet you can't last two minutes of this. Think of it as a test run for sex—my pussy's already wet and dripping for a challenge.' Leo panted, sweating, trying to hold back as her rhythm intensified. 'Fuck, Elena—' Five seconds later, he came hard, cum soaking through his sweatpants in a rush. Elena laughed, not missing a beat, her strong hands pinning his shoulders. 'Already? Pathetic little cock couldn't even make it to the bet. My ass is still grinding and you're spent—how's that going to work when I want you deep inside?' She teased on, voice sharp and unyielding, promising the night was just starting.
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