Night shift

Carla Cox rolls into my club right before last call, blonde hair swinging, already buzzed and looking to stir trouble. She spots me behind the bar and flashes that wolfish grin—she's a dancer here and knows exactly what she's doing. The place is nearly dead, just one lonely guy nursing his drink in the corner, but Carla doesn't care. She wants the night to end on a filthy note. So she starts dancing, right there, for him and me. She strips slow, hips rolling, fingers teasing along the edge of her panties until she yanks them down and kicks them at my chest. Her tits bounce free, nipples tight. Then the show really gets raw. She climbs onto the bar, spreads wide, fingers her slick pussy inches from my face while she laughs and moans. The last guest just stares. Me? I'm already rock hard and smirking, watching this hot greedy slut turn closing time into her private XXX performance.