Max works the floor.

Max inwardly groaned and made her way to the bar, she could feel that bouncer’s eyes on her ass as she made her way through the crowd of people. She hadn't even made it ten feet before she caught the eye of a horny male.

“Aren't you just a pretty little thing,” he was an older man, skinny, wearing a suit. She turned to face him, forcing herself to ignore the instinct to tell him to fuck off, instead she smiled.

The stupid bouncer wants to make her work for it then fine. Max put both her hands on his chest and smiled. “Hi,” she said in the ditziest voice she could muster, “Do you like what you see?”

The man’s grin grew wide and he grabbed her hands pulling her into one of the many chairs that were placed all over the club. Max slid down into his lap, making sure her whole body pressed against him. She leaned in so her cheek rubbed against his own. “What can I do for you?”

She pressed herself into him, rubbing her butt against his crotch and she immediately felt his cock twitch to life under his slacks. She paused for a half second, surprised how much knowing that this man wanted her so badly turned her on.

His hands rubbed up and down her bare thighs, her own hands on his chest, sliding into his coat. She found his wallet, pulled it out and looked at him. She smiled as she pulled out some bills, emptying it completely.

“Hey,” the old man looked concerned.

“It's okay, sweety,” Max purred, “You’ll get what you paid for.”

Slowly she moved up from sitting in his lap to straddling him and began to grind her hips against his, his hands now riding up to grope her ass through the golden hot pants, giving each cheek a firm squeeze as she humped him. “You wanna go somewhere more private?” she whispered into his ear. He nodded furiously in response, moaning at the feeling of Max’ tender cunt grinding along his hardening dick. If it wasn’t for a few thin layers of clothing he would be buried balls-deep inside this little tart now!