Yeah, why not?

Brooke smirks and looks up at him. "Sure, I may look small but I can handle a lot." She winks at him. He laughs, "I like you girl." He comes back with a drink in his hand and gives it to Brooke. They cheers and both take a sip. The club get's blurry for a bit but Brooke ignores the signs her body gives her. She just smiles and they put the drinks down. He moves behind her and she presses her plump butt against his crotch, she can feel his cock hardening and pressing against her. His hands glide down her body, over her perky tits in the push-up bra and her flat tummy. They rest on her hips and she starts to slowly grind against his cock.

Brookes' head is just mush, she can't keep a straight thought. He leans down a bit and kisses her neck. She lets out a long moan and turns around. Her hands wrap around his neck and they share a sloppy kiss. He cups her ass really burrows his hands in her meat. They stop and Brooke giggles.

He knows he has her where he wants and he motions her to follow him. They go behind the bar, but Brooke doesn't think much about it. They step into a separate room and the heavy, noise dampening door closes behind Brooke.

There are a big couch and a king size bed in the room. One of the walls is lined with mirrors and the lighting is very cozy. Finally, it hits Brooke, the noise stopped and she has a chance to think.