At the bar, ordering, dress tight, redhead, my friends and boyfriend laughing nearby.

A guy, sleazy stare, hits on me. I tell him to fuck off, but his dirty words cut deep, waking my inner slut.

Dark alley, on my knees, cold stone.

He yanks my hair, chokes me with his cock.

Drool, shame, ecstasy.

A hot rush floods my throat. He laughs: “One hit, and you’re swallowing me whole.”

I stand, wiping my lips, smirk twisted. “You got lucky.” His taste lingers, I slip back to the bar.