three...two...one... Action!
Trix looks over the dancing crowd as he finishes his set, clothes scattered across the stage. While he takes a playful bow he notices a young looking girl, wearing a glowing collar of all things, in one corner doing her best to stay hidden. Unfortunately for her he takes notice and collects his underwear, pulling them on while hopping off the stage giving the audience some attention moving slowly through the crowded room. Getting close to her he rests a hand on her shoulder squeezing lightly. “You're a little young to be here aren't you? Especially on a night like this.” Without waiting for a reply he takes her to the managers office on the upper floor closing and locking the door behind them.
In the slightly quieter room he takes a seat on the easy chair before looking the beaver girl over shaking his head. Knowing there was no way the bouncer would of let her in. “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”
She hesitates looking both excited to be seeing him up close like this and worried about the trouble she might be in, her eyes drawn to his tight underwear and the bulge barely contained by them. Trying flattery first she starts in “Well Sir, I saw the flyer by the door for your show tonight, and I was curious what it was so I snuck in, and it's really nice to meet you, and I'm really sorry I'll do anything just don't get me in trouble.” By the end of her speech she was nearly out of breath and stumbling over the words.
He blinks taking a few moments to parse what she had said. "Well then miss. a little curiosity is understandable, but you really shouldn't be coming to clubs like this. As for doing anything... I'm not really sure what you'd be able to offer.
Instead of answering she pulls off her shirt, pants and panties soon joining it on the floor before she climbs into his lap, blushing as she reaches up and plays with his collar. “It's parfait not miss, and you're right I don't have much to offer, just my body”
Looking down at her naked form he starts laughing “You must be joking, there's no way you could take me...”
Whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by her blush darkening embarrassment replaced with anger. “f-Fine! I'll prove it to you” She yanks down his underwear and starts rubbing herself against his already semi-erect length his pre steadily dribbling out and making everything slippery her tiny body producing its own lubrication and adding to the mess.
Rather curious about if the petite parfait's pussy could actually take him he gave her a nod letting her control the pace and losing himself in the sensation of her tight passage only stirring himself once he reached the edge of cumming, one hand wrapping around her hip, rubbing against her clit as he holds her in place while painting her insides with his cum.
Grinning at the beaver curled up on his chest, cum leaking from her well-stretched pussy he nibbles her ear to get her attention. “All right I believe you can take me. Now you just have to convince me not to tell anybody you snuck in. You're butt is pretty cute, I think that'll do nicely to make me forget you were ever here.”
Aaand cut! that's a wrap. The story ends here, but the night would of ended with him stuck with an unconscious girl (or stuck inside, depending on how deep he got in her backdoor) that was full of and covered with cum, and nobody to hand her off too.
As usual story is only cannon for my characters unless otherwise stated by the other character(s) owners
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