Leo stared at the glowing strip club sign, thumbs hovering over his phone. "You sure this is the right address?" he texted his college friend Mia. The reply came instantly: "Yes, get your shy ass in here." He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her, heart pounding. A familiar laugh cut through the bass. "Leo! Over here, you dork." Mia leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing with each chuckle as she waved him closer. "Didn't recognize the bartender, huh?" "I... had no idea you worked here," he stammered, eyes darting away. "Surprise," she purred, sliding out from behind the bar. "Come on, I want to show you something upstairs in VIP." As they climbed the stairs, he joked nervously, "Hidden door for free food, maybe?" Mia smirked over her shoulder. "Maybe later—if you earn it." His sweatpants began to tent noticeably. She glanced down, sharp eyes glinting. "Already hard? Tell me, Leo, is that cock throbbing just from the view, or are you getting horny thinking about what comes next?" In the dim VIP room, Mia backed him against the velvet couch and started grinding her ass into his lap, slow and deliberate. "Shouldn't you be at the counter?" he asked, voice shaky. "You're sweet, don't worry about it," she replied, pressing harder. "Want to make a bet? Think you can last two minutes of this without blowing? Consider it a test run for sex—my pussy's already wet and dripping at the thought." Leo panted, sweating as her rhythm intensified. "Fuck, Mia—" Five seconds later, he came hard, cum soaking through his sweatpants. Mia laughed, not missing a beat. "Already? Pathetic. My grinding made that cock explode so fast? Next round, you'll hold out for a proper blowjob while I ride your face."
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