A Night of Whiskey and Desire

Lena sat alone at the bar, sipping a whiskey sour, while the noise of the crowd faded into the background. She was tired of the usual bar scene and hoped tonight would be different. Suddenly, a tall, muscular man, with a rugged beard, sat beside her.

"What's your poison?" he asked with a deep voice.

"Whiskey sour," Lena replied, trying to keep her cool.

"Ah, a lady who likes her whiskey. I like that," he said with a grin.

The man introduced himself as Jack, and they began chatting, sharing stories of their past. As the night went on, Jack's hand rested on Lena's thigh, and they leaned closer to each other. Suddenly, Lena felt a rush between her legs, and she knew this was going to be different from every other night.

"You're a good kisser," Lena murmured, feeling his hard-on pressing against her. "But I have to warn you, I'm not the type of girl that goes home with strangers."

"I'm not like every other guy," Jack replied, his eyes dark with lust. "I can show you a good time like you've never experienced before."

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What happens next?