The dimly-lit bar was packed with people, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and desperation. Jake sat at the bar, nursing his whiskey, when he caught the eye of a woman across the room. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, signaling to the bartender.
She flashed him a smile, revealing bright white teeth, and sauntered over to him. "Sure," she said, dragging out the word seductively. "But I don't drink whiskey."
They exchanged small talk for a while, but Jake could tell there was something different about this woman, something that made him feel uneasy and intrigued all at once. As the night wore on, the bar started to empty out until it was just the two of them left. The woman leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear.
"I have a proposition for you," she whispered.
"Go on," he said, feeling a thrill run through him.
"I want you to fuck me in the bathroom," she said, her voice low and urgent.