It was late on a Saturday night at The Black Sheep Bar, and the crowd was buzzing with excitement. Jen, a petite blonde, had just had another round of tequila shots. She was on her way to the bathroom when she bumped into a tall, muscular stranger named Noah. They struck up a conversation, and Jen was relieved to find that he was witty and charming.

They talked for what seemed like hours, and soon, Jen was feeling the effects of the tequila. She leaned in for a kiss, and Noah didn't hesitate to respond. They pulled away from each other, both panting heavily. "Your place or mine?" Jen asked.

Noah smiled, "How about we go somewhere else?" Jen nodded eagerly, and Noah led her outside to a dark alleyway. Jen was hesitant at first, but the lust had taken over, and she found herself being pushed up against the brick wall.

Noah's hands roamed all over her body, touching her in places she never thought she would let another person touch. Jen whimpered in ecstasy, her desire building with every passing second. Noah seemed in control, and Jen couldn't help but feel like she was being taken advantage of.