“You’re a pretty little woman,” he said, “Looking all sweet and innocent and walking into a place like this.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” I said with a raised eyebrow, laughing inside at my own little joke as I sucked at my drink slowly through the straw.

“So what are you doing here then?” he asked me, biting his lip on the end of his question as his eyes moved up and down my body and his body moved that much closer to me.

I shrugged, “Looking for fun. Looking for a bit of a wild time.”

“Well then I do think you came to the right place,” he said, “I’m-“

“No names,” I told him quickly, “Well I don’t want to know your name at least. I’m Rachel.”

“Nice to meet you, Rachel,” he said, his grin widening as he moved in that much closer, “Looks like I’ll be your fun for tonight.”

This man, this hard and dangerous man, didn’t pull any punches. He didn’t beat around the bush and he didn’t hesitate.

He plucked the drink out of my hand after I’d taken only one sip and then his arm closed possessively around me as he drew me off the stool and led me through the bar.

I watched the men watch me leave, looks of disbelief on their face as they witnessed me willingly cross the space with this man and head into the hallway at the back of it.

The moment we were through the door of the, no doubt never used, ladies room he was on me. He was at least a head taller than me and probably more and he had so much more strength that he picked me up so easily.

Pinning me to the wall at least a foot off the ground he pressed his lips angry and urgently against mine and his hands started moving over my body.

I squealed and wrapped my legs around him, worried that I was going to slip and fall to the ground but knowing at the same time that I was in good and steady hands. This man wasn’t going to let me fall, not until he’d had his fill of me.

Oh god, I underestimated how good it would feel to have him on me like this. His hands felt like they were everywhere and I could feel the growls within his chest as they rumbled through him.

I kept pressing my hands against him, kneading myself against his firmness. I felt his fingers run over my chest and paw at me, sending thrills of sensation through my body.

His hands traveled down my sides and they cupped my ass and squeezed so hard that I felt a rush and opened my mouth. His lips were on my neck now, tasting and licking me in equal measure. Taking little nips out of me as he went lower and lower.

I felt his fingers slip into the waistband of my panties and start to pull at them, but my legs were spread around him and he couldn’t pull them off of me so I felt him start to pull at them, to tear them away from me.

And that was when I remembered who I was.

And that was when I remembered my own little secret.

“Not that,” I moaned, “Just a blowjob. I just want you in my mouth. Nothing else.”