My eyes darted around the room carefully. I knew she would be late, but not sure how long I could hold the table as the inner city bar began to fill up with patrons.

My heart skipped a second as the door swung, a breathless beauty taking in the room. My breath paused as she scanned the area, looking for something, not me though.

It seemed out of place, she seemed too confident. Like she knew what she was there for….

For something?

Not someone.

She flashed an easy, confident smile at me as she searched the room, her short blonde hair swishing, then headed to the bar and ordered a drink. She was a little older, but in amazing shape. She looked late forties but could have passed for younger. A smart glittery top adorned her trim figure and I could see the trace of a pantyline on the asscheeks of her black skirt as she moved through the room, heads subtly turning in her honour.

She smiled at me as she took in the room, I headed to the bar to claim another drink as she pulled up beside me.

“Care to join me?” Came the cute little British accent. Her eyes sparkled as brightly as her cheeky smile. I contemplated it for several moments, my moral compass straining against my dark jeans. She held out her hand and I shook it as I told her my name and she replied “Lily”

“I actually am meeting someone, sorry” I said kindly, with a small sigh.

“Pity...” she replied, looking me up and down. She was dangerous.

I sat back down at my table and contemplated going back over, but I figured maybe not the best look if my actual date arrived. She was an observer like me, scanning and taking in data, understanding our surroundings. Before I got the chance to second think it, another guy had sidled up beside her.

He was closer to her age, a little rough around the edges, so I let it go quickly. My phone buzzed again in my pocket and I sighed, as my date yet again claimed she was on her way just held up, so I signalled to the barmaid, a late twenties wild child, jet black short hair and a figure that would consume souls, to bring me another whiskey.

I tried not to stare as they made small talk and giggled. She was very flirtatious but they were definitely strangers. I was quite surprised to notice about 5 minutes later that they finished their drinks and she made towards the door, him quickly following suit a minute or so later. It would have seemed that they left separately if someone hadn’t actually been watching.

I peeled back my drink and then another, the room filling further. I decided to stay for one more drink. The barmaid struggling to keep up, I walked up to waiting to order before the British accent startled me from behind, appearing out of nowhere.

I must have looked startled, like I’d seen a ghost as I turned around to see my new mystery friend.

“How about this time?” She asked with a coy smile.

I paused, slightly confused on the whereabouts of her previous beau. I looked at her, slightly suspicious.

“She’s nearly here” I said hesitantly.

She smiled and nodded, almost seeming to know something I didn’t.

“Well I’ll be hanging around for a bit… so if you come free… I’d definitely be interested…” she replied before walking away.

I looked her up and down, eyes focused on her ass as she moved fluidly through the room. I made my way back to the seat, just in time for my date to arrive.

She was a bit boring, generic, or maybe I was just somewhat distracted. I watched from the corner of my eye as she chatted with a guy from a group of you men. She separated him off from the pack like a lion with a wounded zebra.

They were soon making out in the corner and I watched her guide his hand up the base of her skirt. I didn’t see them leave but must have made off several minutes later.

The rest of the date went fine. It was a bit boring to be fair, cute girl but just no real chemistry. Nothing felt real, as if she was still trying to understand herself. That was the problem with the city, too many people trying to be someone, not enough just being themselves.

We had a couple of drinks before she looked at her watch and I knew she had to leave soon, having arranged to meet some other friends in town. We hugged goodbye and I sat down to finish half my drink, contemplating the evening when she slid into the table opposite me.

“You can’t say no this time…” she said with a grin. I smiled, catching the barmaids attention, who was already looking in our general direction anyway.

We both giggled and laughed with natural chemistry as the drinks were delivered.

“What were your first thoughts when you saw me?” She asked flirtatiously.

“Stunning!” I replied honestly. “You turned all the heads in here. But…. I had a few questions….”

“Questions?” She replied.

I leaned in closer, whispering loudly so she could hear over the music.

“I mean this as no offence but up until a few moments ago, i thought there was a chance you could have been a…. Working girl….” I said.

She let out a little smirk. Not offended at all, almost taking it as a compliment.

“What makes you say that?” She asked curiously. Her eyes sparkled, dialled in to the conversation and fully attentive.

“Well somewhere between you arriving and now you lost your underwear” I said. She smirked knowingly, only confirming I was right, but also enjoying deep down knowing I’d been observing her body throughout the night.

“… plus there’s the fact that you have disappeared with two seperate guys, sneakily I might add, making them wait a minute or so after you leave for them to follow. So I’d imagine you have a hotel room close by….”

Her smile again confirmed my assumptions. She shifted closer, our eyes still locked together intensely. I could feel her warmth beside me and my voice was barely audible over the music.

“….and then and there is something about the way you held yourself. Classy yet sexual. Confident. You seem to know something none of these other guys in the room do. You are organised, have purpose…but I don’t think it’s professional. I think you do it for the love of it… “

She nodded.

“Very observant” she said calmly, yet impressed, our eyes still locked together. “Well you are right about me not being professional… and I can prove it….”

She grabbed my wrist, parting her legs slightly and guiding it up between her thighs. I was grateful for the dark position in the corner booth now. My fingers quickly found her wet lips, sliding inside her goey mess as she let out a desperate whimper in my ear.

“Prostitutes don’t let the guys they fuck come inside them” she said, pushing my wrist away from her before bringing it to her mouth, licking it clean.

Sitting up, she slid away from me in the booth, before she walked away she turned to say.

“We are definitely fucking tonight.….But….. I’m not ready for the night to be over, so you can wait, but in the meantime sit back and enjoy the show…”

I sat confused slightly, yet thoroughly aroused, as I watched her destroy the rest of her drink, smiling cheekily before she sauntered off to the dance floor, a little extra spring in her step and wiggle in her hips.

I sipped my whiskey and it didn’t take long before her slow, erotic dancing garnered the attention of other patrons, several potential suitors passing through her gaze. She began dancing with a cute couple and then another man, whom she didn’t seem very interested in.

I finished my drink and got distracted as my phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out I saw a message from my date earlier that evening.

‘Hey sorry about earlier, I felt like a knob being so late but I just wanted you to know that I’m really super attracted to you. I’m out with some mates but to be honest I’m really distracted… so if at any stage tonight you wanted to come back to  my apartment and do incredibly naughty things to me, I would be very much interested in that…”

It never rains it pours, I thought to myself, before replying.

‘Oh that does sound like fun, what did you have in mind?’

Her reply was short and intriguing.

‘I don’t take this lightly… but ANYTHING you wanted…’

I looked up, having lost sight of Lily. Damnit. I needed another drink and as I stood to head towards the bar, the alcohol caught up to me, rushing to my head and my bladder.  I took a left to the bathrooms, entering into a small lobby and then the sizeable men’s room.

As I relived myself, I pulled my phone out and replied to my date.

‘Incredibly naughty things huh?’ I asked. Her reply was almost instantaneous.

‘Oh yes… is there something you have in mind?’

My devil ears perked up. I washed my hands as I made for the door, exiting to the small lobby. She appeared suddenly from the ladies room, Lily the delicious.

Our eyes met as we crossed the small space, or lips instantly colliding in a mash of messy, passionate kissing. Bodies grinding together, I spun her around, kissing the back of her neck as I pressed her up against the wall. She gasped and her hips ground back against me instinctively.

“Fuck I want you…” she hissed, desperately as she clawed at me, my fingers wrapping around her throat gently. I gently bit the back of her shoulders and she gasped. “But if we go back to my hotel room I know this night will end…”

“Who says we need to to to your hotel room…?” I growled.

She paused, caught off guard and confused since the first time we met. I used the opportunity swing to my left, wrapping my other arm around her waist and spinning her into the disabled toilets, kicking the door behind us.

She squealed, excited at the realisation of what was about to happen, reaching back and kicking up her skirt  around her waist as I undid my pants, pulling them down to my knees as she looked over her shoulder.

“Holy fuck!” She exclaimed, a squeal of excitement mixed with fear in her voice. “You are massive”

I gripped the base of my smooth shaven 9 inch shaft, my balls swinging freely as I guided it towards her. She reached back, spreading herself wide for me, her moist pussy shimmering in the fluorescent light.  Her ass was perfection and I held her at her hip to steady her.

She let out a little groan as I rubbed up and down her slit, moistening the tip with her sloppy mess before teasing it forward. She let out a little gasp as it entered her before I gently pushed forward, slow and patient, about three quarters of the way before withdrawing and returning. Each stroke gathered her already pooling juices and I felt her already used pussy adjust to my shaft, finally hammering home deep inside her to a satisfying grunt.

She was warm and wet, her classy and sophisticated demeanour long gone as i ploughed her harder and harder. Her tiny frame shuddered with each stroke, her height perfect in her heels and her feet shoulder width apart provided stability as she braced, white knuckling against the hand basin.

I enjoyed the sloppiness of her, a true slut enjoying cocks with no reservations. The sounds my swollen balls made with each stroke as they slapped against her amplified the experience, echoing in the tiny room as she gasped. I didn’t give her time to breathe or think, ploughing though any reservations she had.

She slowly regathered her senses and began pushing back against me, getting into a rhythm that she was trying to accelerate. She released her right hand from the bench and brought it down to rub her clit between her legs as I felt her trying to regather some semblance of control.

I was having none of it.

I grasped her right arm and pulled it behind her back, gabbing her other arm and forcing it to join its partner and then using my large left hand so secure both her wrists together in the middle of her lower back. I then squeezed her legs together so her ankles were touching, completely controlling her posture.

While she was still trying to adjust to me, I grabbed the back of her hair, gently pulling her head back so I could see her face in the mirror as I began ruthlessly pounding her.

“Yes yes YEEEEAASSSSSS!” She squealed in excitement, her grunts continuing with each stroke that I impaled her with.

Her asshole winked at me with my movements, each hump rippling through her cheeks and body like a shockwave. Each stroke was like an earthquake, it’s epicentre her pussy, shuddering and blasting through her body as the tip of my cock attempted to rearrange her internal organs.

I held her posture perfectly and I could see the overwhelming sensation in her eyes before her body quickly followed suit. Her cunt instantly moistened and her struggling stopped, accepting the fate of the situation as she grunted and then began to scream in pleasure.

I pumped though, her body exploding in wave after wave of climactic beauty, her eyes widening as I destroyed her pussy with shuddering blows before squeezing tight as she shuddered and came, her rhythmic motions replaced with wild bucking and twisting as she contorted in pleasure.

She screamed out, wild and primal. She was uncaring who heard her, in that moment her body let go, infinitely wonderful as she was powerfucked deep though her orgasm. Each stole was perfectly time with each wave of pleasure, our bodies in complete synchronicity as she rode the tidal wave or climax before it crashed into the rocks.

One last squirt of juices shot back onto my stump before she collapsed in overwhelming ecstasy behind held up only by my cock inside her and my hands owning her body. She was a shedding, whimpering mess, like a newborn giraffe, her heels skating on the floor as she tried to regain her senses.

I released her hand so she could balance herself on the bench. She was panting but wanted more.

“You NEED to come inside me, now!” She begged between gasps.

My response was quick and ruthless, completed before she could regain any motor function and mount any resistance.

I withdrew my cock, to a sloppy gasp and a pop, wiping her remnants on the inside of her skirt and releasing the ray of her body. It puzzled her, taking a moment to regather her balance, the moment I used to do my pants up and make for the door.

“You are right” I said, looking back at her, confusion, desperation and overwhelming sluttiness plastered all over of her body and face. “We will fuck tonight. But when I say so, not you”

With that I swung the door open, careless of of anyone could see her from the lobby, yet luckily there was nobody there. I made my way quickly to the bar, pulling up. There was slightly less people now yet they had only seemed to migrate to the dance floor, not left.

My short hair bartender found me, smiling as I ordered a shot of tequila and a whiskey, downing the shot and sipping the chaser. I felt her presence moving several meter away, our eyes meeting, grit and determination across her face a stark contrast to a few minutes earlier as she headed straight to the dance floor.

She slid straight up to the lady from the couple she had been dancing with earlier. A few quick movements and then Lilly leaned into her ear and spoke and they quickly moved to the door, although she did momentarily glance back at me with a grin.

“So you are a plant too?” Said the barmaid with a smirk.

I looked up, confused.

I sat in awe for the next half an hour or so as Abby the barmaid explained the whole thing, how her lover, Matt, was across the road on a hotel and Lily had to fuck guys until she found the guy he’d planted here for her. She had assumed I was the plant, but Abby informed me that her partner was and would be here soon, and when he was selected the game would be over and Abby would also join them.

My worst fears came to fruition as soon Lily arrived back and then Abby nodded as the plant walked in, instantly garnering her attention. Abby smiled, writing her number on a piece of paper before grabbing a bag from under the bar and saying goodbye to her boss. She dashed to the toilets and changed, following the lovers, Lily blissfully unaware.

I pulled out my phone, messaging my date from earlier.

‘Sorry, my evening got a bit wild. How badly do you mean anything?’