After Hours

It was almost closing time for another shift for Elizabeth. It was a pretty dead night, and by the end, it was pretty much just Elizabeth and Davonte.

"Hey, Davonte," Elizabeth said slowly. Why was she going to offer this? "Would you like a lap dance, gratis of course?"

"I shouldn't," Davonte said, considering. "But hell, it's just the two of us. Why the hell not?"

***

Elizabeth knew it would get out of hand. Ever since he'd saved her from those perverted businessmen, she and he had a sexual chemistry. When that was added onto Antoine's stress and unavailability, it was a potent mix for Elizabeth.

She grinded against Davonte to the rap music, tugging off her bra, exposing her round breasts, capped off with pink nipples. She could feel him through his pants. Jesus, she thought -- he's fucking huge.

She kept dancing, and couldn't help herself any longer. She reached down, rubbing his cock directly, and deftly undoing his pants. She blushed, tugging out his eleven inch monster.

"Holy fuck, Davonte," Elizabeth whispered.

"Well, you've been making eyes at me all night," Davonte chuckled. He reached up, peeling off Elizabeth's panties, whistling. "Very nice, baby."

"Thanks Davonte," she said. She blushed. She shouldn't have done this, but she couldn't stop now. Neither of them needed priming. She clambered onto his lap, rubbing the head against her slit.

"Fuck, you hung fucker," Elizabeth said, as his cock plunged deeper and deeper inside her.

"You love it, baby," Davonte responded, as she started riding him.

***

From the master control room, Lamar watched implacably. It looked like both his white girls would be his pimped fuckdolls soon enough.