Leo stared at the glowing text on his phone, double-checking the address his old college friend Mia had sent. "Strip club? Really?" he muttered, hesitating outside the neon-lit entrance. He texted her anyway: "This the right spot? Feels like a setup." Her reply pinged instantly: "Yes, get your ass in here."
Inside, the air thrummed with bass and perfume. Leo scanned the bar and lounge, searching for Mia among the dancers and patrons. Nothing. Then a familiar laugh cut through the haze. "Looking for someone, or just admiring the view?"
He turned to the counter. Mia leaned forward, her D-cup breasts bouncing as she straightened, drawing his eyes like magnets. "Mia? I didn't know you were a bartender here."
She smirked, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. "Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on, I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to the VIP section.
"Hidden door for free food?" he joked, cheeks flushing.
"Maybe later," she purred, pushing open a private door. His sweatpants tented noticeably as they entered the dimly lit room. Shy as ever, Leo shifted, but Mia noticed everything.
"Nervous? Or just excited to catch up?" she asked, circling him like a cat. "Tell me, Leo, how's that shy streak treating you these days? Still afraid to ask for what you want?" Her questions dripped with undertones—"Ever wonder what it'd feel like to have a real woman take charge?" "Think you could handle a woman who's not playing games?"
Before he could stammer a reply, she pressed close, her ass grinding back against his hardening cock. "Mia, don't you need to be at the counter?" he asked, voice cracking.
"You're sweet. Don't worry about it," she said, strong hands guiding his hips. "Want to make a bet? See if you can last two minutes of this? Think of it like a tryout for sex."
She ground harder, her pussy already wet and dripping through thin fabric against his cock. Leo panted, sweating, horny beyond reason as her ass worked him. Five more seconds and he came hard, cum soaking his sweatpants.
Mia pulled away with a wink, teasing, "Gonna have to up that stamina if you want to make the cut." She left him panting in the VIP shadows, door clicking shut behind her.
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