Go-goo

Chloe walked into the empty bar hoping to land the go-go spot. She thought she might dance for a few minutes, maybe shake her hips and be done. The boss sat with his buddy at a back table, both of them watching every move she made. She kept the music low, rolling her shoulders, arching her back, letting the short skirt ride higher. Their eyes followed the curve of her ass, and suddenly the space between them felt too small. One of them pulled her onto his lap, hands sliding under her top, finding her nipples already hard. She leaned back against him while the other man stepped close, pulling his cock out. Chloe opened her mouth and took him in, sucking slow and deep, spit running down her chin. The man behind her tugged her thong aside, pressed the head of his cock to her pussy first, then slid it straight into her ass. She gasped around the cock in her mouth, hips rocking between them as they found a rhythm, one thrusting into her throat, the other pounding her tight hole. Her pussy started to drip, then squirt in short, hot bursts that soaked the floor beneath her feet. The guy in her ass gripped her waist and drove harder, pulling out just as his cum erupted. Thick ropes painted her stretched hole and dripped down her crack while the second man pulled free and shot the rest across her open mouth and cheeks. She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, tasting him, feeling the mess slide down her thighs. The bar stayed silent except for the low hum of the speakers and her own ragged breath.