Yes.

Something about how she says the word “bitch” makes your cock shrink as if it is trying to hide from her. You don't say a word you just drop down to your knees and push your tongue into her moist asshole. You wrap your lips around the hole and she pushes out the creamy mass into your mouth. Your mouth fills with the acrid salty snack and for a second you consider swallowing it. “Share.” She says and pulls you up the chair on top of her. Your lips lock in a kiss and her tongue invades your mouth, the salty wad swishes from mouth to mouth. At first you can't wait to be rid of it, but as the kiss continues, it almost seems a shame not to be the one that gets to gulp it down. She breaks off the kiss after swishing it back into your mouth. Putting a finger on your lip she mouths, swallow, and you gulp it down. She then flips you down onto the chair and mounts you, stripping you naked as she does. “I want to fuck you.” She whispers in your ear.

“Um, okay.” You say quietly suddenly more turned on than ever.

“Don't move an inch.” She says and leaps off of you. She then vanishes back into the stripper dressing room and you are alone and intensely aware of your nudity in the little private dance area at the back of the club.

“I should go.” You murmur, ya I should definitely go, my interview is so soon, I am going to be late. Yet something is keeping you here.