The bar hummed with low jazz as Lena spotted him alone at the counter, nursing a whiskey. She slid onto the stool beside him with a confident smirk. "Hey," she said, her voice sharp as a blade. "You look like trouble that needs a better excuse than that drink."
He raised an eyebrow, turning to her. "And you look like the kind of trouble that writes its own rules. Name's Marcus. What's yours, or should I guess and risk offending that sharp wit?"
Lena laughed, leaning in close. "Lena. And guessing's for amateurs. Tell me, Marcus, are you always this stiff in conversation, or is that just your cock reacting to a woman who doesn't play coy?" Their banter sparked like flint, her words teasing him into admission of boredom with polite flirtations while she admitted she craved something raw and real.
Tension thickened as she traced a finger along his arm. "Horny doesn't begin to cover it tonight," she whispered. "Your move—if you can handle a woman who takes what she wants." Marcus matched her fire, but Lena led, pulling him to the back hallway where shadows hid their heat.
Clothes hit the floor in a rush. Lena pushed him against the wall, her hand wrapping his already hard cock. "This is mine to play with," she declared, dropping to deliver a slick blowjob that left him panting. She rose, guiding his hand to her dripping pussy. "Feel how wet I am? That's not submission—it's an order."
They fucked standing, Lena's ass grinding back as he thrust deep. Sweat beaded on their skin; she rode him with fierce control, her pussy clenching around his cock until they both came hard, cum slicking her thighs while she panted commands for more.
After, Lena straightened her dress with a wicked grin. "Round one was fun, but next time we're taking this home—and I decide how far it goes."
She winked over her shoulder, already plotting chapter two.
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