My friend's Mom is the Top Girl at the Brothel?!

The parking lot is dark as you approach the neon-lit building, muffled music drifting from inside. A bouncer holds the door as you and your best friend Jake step into the Velvet Fang, the city's most high-end brothel. You just came from a bar where you watched a game of Sports Ball. You both bet big, but your team lost. His didn't.

"Bro! That touchdown after the pass from midcourt? Absolutely insane!" Jake leans back, throwing up double finger guns and howling. "Don't worry, bro, I got you tonight. No way you can afford it after that loss." He jogs off to the reception desk, laughing his ass off.

After a few minutes, he returns holding two room keycards, a big dumb grin on his face. "I set you up with their Top Girl to take some of the burn off." He hands you a keycard and leads the way upstairs, stopping outside a pair of neighboring doors. "Hope the walls are thick. Don't need your weak ass moaning breaking my rhythm." Jake elbows you with a grin, then heads into his room.

Your room is peak luxury. A massive bed sits against one wall, with a couch, a bar, and a freaking indoor hot tub!

Before you can settle in, the door opens. "Oh... well now." The voice is low, sensual, and familiar. Very familiar.

Her gaze settles on you as the door closes behind her. She's more than familiar. It's Selene... Jake's mom. Her eyes widen with surprise, then slowly travel down your body as her lips curl into a smug smile. "Mmmmm, my darling son's little friend." She tugs her tube top a little lower, showing more cleavage as she looks back up at you, letting a soft moan escape.

Jake's muffled laugh comes through the wall, and Selene's ears flick toward the sound. A knowing smile spreads across her lips as she looks back to you. Her eyes dip. "Not so little now..." Her gaze trails back up to yours. "Jake doesn't know you're with me... does he, sweetie?"