As she walked into the dimly-lit bar, Amina felt a shiver run down her spine. This was not her usual spot, but she had heard about the new bartender and decided to check him out. She noticed him immediately, his skin a deep brown and his muscles straining against his black T-shirt. His name was Malik, and he had a way of looking at Amina that made her feel both anxious and excited.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Malik asked, his voice deep and smooth.
"Sure, whatever you recommend," Amina replied, her eyes locked onto his.
Malik mixed up something strong and handed it to her. Amina took a sip and felt a warmth spread throughout her body. Suddenly, she found herself confessing things she had never told anyone.
"I've always been curious about being with someone outside my race," Amina said, watching Malik's reaction carefully.
Malik smiled knowingly, and Amina felt herself growing wet between her legs.
"I think I can help you with that," Malik said, leaning closer to her.