Head out the back.

“I’ll need to clean myself up and punch out,” Jose explained to his client, to a stone faced reaction. “But, meet me out back?” he asked the singer.

Rihanna gave him another long, stoic pause to squirm, then replied with a rueful grin, “Don’t keep me waiting…”

Rihanna stood up and slapped a couple of hundreds against the dancer’s chest as a tip. The bills stuck against his sweaty skin. She smirked and traced her fingers down the center of his body. Jose stood anxiously as she lowered her finger down his abs. It was dark enough for things to be obscured, but he was still nervous he would get in trouble for letting the customer take these liberties. Suddenly he felt the most delicate finger brush against the bottom of his shaft. He shivered and let out a small yelp, much to Rihanna’s delight. Had she pressed on, he would have lost it right there. Thankfully, she pulled away and exited the room, stopping to give the young man a seductive look before leaving again.

Jose snatched up his things, peeled the money off his chest and headed to the dressing room. A quick shower later he was yanking on his street clothes and clocking out. Without a word of goodbye to any of his coworkers, he was out the employee entrance and looking around for Rihanna.

No one was waiting at the door, so he darted his head from left to right to catch anyone waiting outside. He caught her by the alley, wearing a latex black jacket and a fedora. He was about to step out when he realized that it was raining. Fortunately, he brought an umbrella and hurried over to use it on the superstar.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was still raining out,” Jose told her.

Rihanna didn’t say anything, just pulled him in by the shirt for a deep kiss. Despite the cold of the rain, Jose was flush with heat as his heart began pounding against his chest. Rihanna pulled him into the alleyway and pasted him against the wall. Dumbfounded, Jose only had the wits to keep holding the umbrella and protect them from the rain.

Unable to fend the singer off one-handed, Jose held his back to the wall as Rihanna proceeded to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. She quickly found what she was looking for,pulling out Jose’s python dong.

“Jesus fuck, this is huge!” Rihanna commented as she held it in her hands. It grew firm as she stroked it. “I just wanted to stuff this in my mouth the moment I saw it!” she said, making Jose stiffen even more.

True to her word, Rihanna opened her mouth and began to suck. Jose groaned. This seemed to encourage the celebrity, since she attempted to push Jose’s cock deeper down her throat. She bobbed her head and suppressed her gag reflex, showing her prowess in throat exercise by inching the monster snake down her throat. Jose could feel the warmth of her esophagus coating his dick with spit and saliva.

Finally, Rihanna pulled off Jose’s garden hose and came up for air. She sat on the ground to recover, gasping, then taking deep, controlled breaths. Jose looked at the singer. Just looking at the Barbadian beauty was enough to keep him hard for her. She was wearing a skintight minidress under her jacket and hiked up the hem of the skirt to reveal black panties. She hooked her thumbs under the panty line and dragged the underwear down, lifting her legs to pull them off. She then stood up and placed her panties on Jose’s head with a cheeky grin before reaching down to play with his snake some more.

She held Jose’s member while she stepped in front of him and bent forward, flipping the tail of her jacket over her hip to show off her pert, round ass. Leaning on a railing, she guided Jose’s cock into her exposed, wet pussy, easing him inside as she cooed and moaned. Jose could feel her shivering with excitement and held her by the waist using his free hand; still holding the umbrella with the other. Jose could actually make out steam coming off their bodies as they began to collide with each other with more and more speed.

Both of them moaned as their bodies meshed into one, slapping flesh against flesh under the deep patter of heavy rain. Rihanna took Jose’s hand off her hip and pulled it up to her breast, getting him to squeeze it gingerly as he fucked her from behind. She braced herself against the railing and slammed her ass into his lap just as she was making a full thrust. They groaned some more.

Suddenly, there was someone calling out from the club. “Hey! What are you up to?!”

Jose recognized it as one of the bouncers, and told Rihanna, “Shit! We better go!” He didn’t really expect to get into trouble fraternizing with clients outside the club, but didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention to the celeb.

Rihanna giggled and ran, sliding off Jose’s cock with a wet pop. Jose pulled his pants up and ran after her. They came out of the alleyway, onto a main street. Jose managed to zip and buckle up as he caught up to Rihanna, who had slowed down to a normal walk and put her hat back on to blend in with the crowd. She tightened her coat around her as Jose returned her under the cover of his umbrella. She leaned up to him in appreciation and shared body warmth.

It was a sparse crowd due to the hour of night and the heavy rain. Still, anyone following would have a hard time picking them out as the degenerates getting it on by the dumpster. To the outside viewer, they resembled a romantic couple huddled together against the rain.

Rihanna and Jose walked a few more blocks until they reached a Cadillac Escalade. Rihanna pulled a fob out of her jacket and beeped it open.

“Hop in,” she invited, stepping into the back of the vehicle. The light went on inside, obscured on the outside by inner curtains. Jose followed Rihanna in and was surprised at the interior space! It was like stepping into a small cabin! There were two seats facing back, enough floor room to lay a person down, then a bench seat for the rear end. Rihanna was seated there, so Jose closed the door and seated himself facing her.

The singer had already removed her jacket and was pulling her minidress over her head, revealing her naked body underneath! Jose stared in awe. The R&B icon with the sensuous curves stretched across the backseat, au natural, staring back with burning desire. Rihanna leaned on an elbow and splayed a leg over the back headrest looking like a centerfold out of an old smut magazine. She smiled at Jose and said, “Now, where were we?”