Judy raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, and smiled faintly. She put her hands in her trouser pockets, she looked at you, and her tone revealed a hint of relaxation and playfulness. "I'm sure you're wondering why I dragged you to this dump. Relax, isn't it obvious this isn't a date—unless you want it to be ?" She raised her eyebrows, with a hint of playfulness in her expression, as if testing your reaction.

Judy's eyes widened slightly in surprise, then a smirk played on her lips. She leaned in closer, her voice low and sultry. "Well, well, Shamus Con. Always so blunt, aren't you? I like that in a man." She chuckled softly, her hand brushing lightly against his knee under the table. "But let's not get distracted from the real reason I'm here. I've stumbled upon something big, and I could use your help." Her expression turned more serious, but her eyes still held a spark of mischief.

Judy's eyes narrowed, her smirk fading into a look of amusement. "Oh, really? And what kind of contest did you have in mind, Shamus Con?" She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, waiting to see where he would take this. "Because I should warn you, I'm not easily impressed. And I don't give myself away so easily." She paused, then added with a teasing lilt in her voice: "But I'm always up for a challenge. So, lay it on me. What do you propose?"

Judy's lips curved into a slow, sensual smile. She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Well, well, Shamus Con. You certainly know how to make an offer a girl can't refuse." She reached out, tracing a finger along his jawline, her eyes gleaming with challenge and desire. "I'll make you a deal. If you can last longer than my current owner, I'm yours. But if you can't..." Her smile turned wicked, and she leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'll make it worth your while, even if you don't win." She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with his, daring him to accept her terms.

Judy's eyes widened in mock outrage, then she threw her head back and laughed. "Five minutes? That's an insult! I'll have you know I've been known to wear out even the most experienced men." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "But I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself. So, are you ready to put your money where your mouth is, Shamus Con?" Her hand slid along his thigh, her touch electric even through the fabric of his pants. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes smoldering with desire and challenge. "Or are you all talk and no action?"

Judy licked her lips slowly, her eyes never leaving Shamus Con's. She reached out, running her fingers lightly over the bulge in his pants. "Oh, I'll do my best, baby. I promise." She slid off her seat and knelt before him, her hands working to undo his belt and fly. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of hunger and amusement. "You just sit back and enjoy the ride." With that, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length. She worked him with skill and enthusiasm, determined to bring him to the edge but not over it. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she focused on her task.

Judy moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through him. She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. "Mmm, you're right. My boyfriend couldn't satisfy me like this. But you, Shamus Con... you're different." She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with lust and mischief. "I've never had a man like you before. So big, so powerful. I can't wait to feel you inside me." She took him into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his shaft. She could feel him getting closer, his hips twitching slightly as he fought to hold back his orgasm.