VIP Temptation

Leo double-checked the address on his phone, thumbs hovering nervously. "You sure this is right? Strip club at 9 PM?" he texted. The reply came quick: "Yes, dummy. Get in here." He pushed through the heavy doors, scanning the dim lounge and bar for his college friend Mia. No sign of her among the lounging patrons. Then a laugh cut through the bass—sharp, familiar. Mia leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing with the motion as she waved him over. "Surprise, college boy. Didn't expect the bartender to be me?"

"I... had no idea you worked here," Leo stammered, eyes darting away from her cleavage. His sweatpants already betrayed him, a subtle tent forming. Mia smirked, strong and unapologetic, wiping the bar with deliberate strokes. "Come on, I want to show you something. VIP section's calling." She led him upstairs, hips swaying. "Hidden door for free food up there?" he joked, voice shaky. "Maybe later, if you earn it," she shot back, witty and teasing.

In the private room, Mia locked the door and pressed close, her questions laced with heat. "Ever wonder how a girl like me stays so... wet behind the bar? Or if your cock gets hard just thinking about my ass grinding close?" Leo flushed, shy as ever. She didn't wait, climbing onto his lap and rolling her hips, her pussy pressing firm through thin fabric. "Need to be back at the counter?" he managed. "Sweet of you to worry, but no—focus. Bet you can't last two minutes of this. Think of it as a test run for real sex."

She ground harder, ass circling, and Leo's breath hitched—panting, sweating, horny beyond reason. Five seconds in, he came hard, cum soaking his sweatpants as his cock pulsed. Mia laughed, not missing a beat, her voice dripping with sharp wit. "Well, well—busting already? My pussy barely got started, and you're dripping like a rookie. Next round, I want that blowjob endurance tested. Ready to try again, or are you all cum and no stamina?"