Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the club, double-checking the address his college buddy had texted. "This can't be right," he muttered, firing off a quick message. Her reply came instantly: "Yes, get your ass in here." He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for her familiar face, sweat already prickling his neck.
A laugh cut through the bass. "Looking for someone, stranger?" She leaned over the counter, D-cup breasts bouncing with the motion, barely contained by her tiny top. "Mia? You're... the bartender?" Leo stammered, eyes wide. She smirked, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. "Surprise, college boy. Thought you'd recognize the wit even in this den of sin."
"I didn't know you worked here," he said, cheeks flushing as his sweatpants began to tent. Mia's gaze flicked down, sharp as a blade. "Oh, I see the evidence. Shy as ever. Come on, I want to show you something upstairs in VIP." She grabbed his hand, leading him past velvet ropes. "Hidden door for free food?" he joked weakly. She glanced back, lips curving wickedly. "Maybe later—if you earn it."
In the dim VIP room, she pressed close, her questions laced with heat. "So, Leo, still the nervous type? Ever wonder what it'd feel like to have a real woman take charge?" He shifted, cock hardening further. "Mia, shouldn't you be at the counter?" She laughed, strong hands on his shoulders. "Sweet, but don't worry about me. I run this place. Bet you can't last two minutes with me grinding on that hard cock of yours."
She turned, thong-clad ass rubbing against his sweatpants, her pussy heat radiating through the thin fabric. Leo panted, hypnotized by the sway. "I... this is intense." "Warning if you're gonna open fire," she teased, biting her lip. Ten more seconds of that wet, dripping friction and he gasped, "I... uh." She stopped, stroking his throbbing length through the shorts for five agonizing seconds until he came hard, cum soaking the material. "Oh?!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched laugh, face flushed but triumphant as he stood beet-red and sweating. "Horny little secret's out. Ready for round two?"
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