Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon sign of 'Velvet Shadows,' double-checking the address his college friend had texted. 'You sure this is right?' he typed. Her reply came quick: 'Dead sure. Get in here.' Heart pounding, he stepped inside, scanning the dim lounge and crowded bar for any sign of her. No luck. Then a familiar laugh cut through the bass. 'Over here, stranger.' Elena leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing with deliberate flair as she waved him over. 'Didn't expect the shy guy from Econ 101 to show.' Leo blinked, cheeks flushing. 'Elena? I had no idea you were a bartender here.' She smirked, wiping a glass with sharp wit. 'Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on, I want to show you something upstairs in VIP—unless you're too busy staring at the stage.' As they climbed the stairs, Leo joked nervously, 'Is there a hidden door up there? Free food maybe?' Elena glanced back, eyes gleaming. 'Maybe later, if you earn it.' His sweatpants began to tent noticeably; she noticed but said nothing, leading him to a plush private booth. Once seated, her questions dripped with sexual undertones: 'So, Leo, ever wondered how a girl like me stays so... flexible after all these shifts? Or if the right touch could make you forget that shyness?' He stammered replies, but she pressed on, witty and bold. 'Bet your cock's already hard just from the view. Tell me, does that make your pussy twitch in sympathy, or are you all about the chase?' Before he could answer, she straddled him, grinding her ass firmly against his growing hardness. 'Need to get back to the counter?' he managed, voice shaky. 'You're sweet, don't worry about it,' she purred, not submissive in the least. 'Want to make a bet? Think you can last two minutes of this without losing it?' She rocked harder, feeling him throb. Sweat beaded on his brow as he panted, horny and overwhelmed. 'Ooh wow, gonna jizz soon?' Elena teased with a wicked grin. He couldn't hold back—his cock pulsed, cum soaking his sweatpants in a hot rush as he came hard. She laughed softly, grinding once more for emphasis. 'Quite the compliment, but we're just getting started. My turn next—think you can handle watching me get wet and dripping while I take what I want?'
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