Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the strip club, double-checking the address his college friend had texted. 'You sure this is right?' he fired off. Her reply came quick: 'Get in here, coward.' Swallowing his nerves, he pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her. Nothing. Then a familiar laugh cut through the bass. 'Over here, genius.' He turned to see Mia behind the counter, her D-cup curves bouncing as she waved him over with a wicked grin. 'Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender,' he muttered, face already flushing. 'Surprises are my specialty,' she shot back, eyes sparkling. 'Come on, I want to show you something.' She led him upstairs to the VIP lounge, hips swaying. 'Is there a hidden door? Free food involved?' he joked weakly. Mia smirked over her shoulder. 'Maybe later—if you earn it.' His sweatpants betrayed him, tenting noticeably. She noticed instantly. 'Already hard? Cute.' In the private room, she pushed him onto the couch and straddled him in nothing but a thong, her ass grinding slow and deliberate against his growing cock. 'Bet you can't last two minutes without busting,' she teased, voice sharp and playful. 'My ass has broken stronger men.' Leo squirmed, sweating. 'Mia, shouldn't you be at the counter?' 'Sweet of you to worry,' she purred, pressing harder. 'But focus on not cumming like a horny virgin.' She rolled her hips again. 'That cock twitching yet? Don't you dare paint my thong.' Another grind. 'Panting already? My pussy's barely even wet and you're falling apart.' He gasped, flustered. 'I... uh...' She laughed, biting her lip as she glanced back at his hypnotized stare. 'Eyes on the prize, but keep that load inside.' Grind. 'One minute in and you're sweating bullets—impressive restraint, or just terrified?' Grind. 'Horny much? Your cock's about to rip those shorts.' Grind. 'No warning shot? Smart, or you'd have cum already.' Grind. 'Dripping with anticipation, aren't you? Don't make a mess.' Grind. 'Last ten seconds—don't you open fire without permission.' Ten more relentless rolls of her ass later, he choked out, 'I... uh.' Mia stopped, stroking his throbbing length through the fabric for five agonizing seconds until he came hard, pulsing and soaking through. 'Oh?!' she exclaimed in a high-pitched delight, smiling triumphantly as his face burned beet red. 'Told you my ass wins.' She stood, strong and unyielding, already plotting the next round.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.