VIP Temptation

Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the Velvet Lounge, double-checking the address Jenna had texted. "You sure this is right?" he typed, sweat already prickling his neck. Her reply came quick: "Dead sure. Get your shy ass in here." He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for his college friend, expecting her at a table. No sign. Then a familiar laugh cut through the bass. "Leo! Over here, genius." Jenna leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing with the motion as she waved him over. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," he said, cheeks flushing. She smirked, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. "Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on, I want to show you something upstairs." She led him to the VIP section, hips swaying. "Hidden door for free food?" he joked, trying to play it cool. "Maybe later," she purred, eyes glinting. His sweatpants betrayed him, starting to tent as they reached a private booth. Jenna noticed immediately, her smile sharpening. "Already getting ideas? Tell me, Leo, how long have you wondered what I'd look like out of this uniform?" He stammered, but she pressed on with thinly veiled barbs. "Ever fantasize about a girl who knows exactly how to handle a hard cock? Or are you still the type who blushes at the word pussy?" His shyness only fueled her. She pushed him onto the velvet seat and straddled his lap, grinding her ass against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "Jenna, don't you need to be at the counter?" he managed, voice tight. "Sweet of you to worry," she replied, not missing a beat, her movements deliberate and confident. "But right now, I'm exactly where I want to be. Bet you can't last two minutes with me grinding like this without begging for more—my wet pussy dripping all over you, your cock throbbing. Think you can handle it, or will you be panting and sweating before the clock's up?" The friction built, her strong thighs locking him in place as the bet hung in the air, promising an explosion neither would soon forget.