STORY 36: FUCKING A STRANGER IN THE DARK ALLEY (End)

Chapter 1 Mia's Pov I walked into the dimly lit bar on the edge of town, my tight red dress hugging my curves, feeling the sticky heat of the place cling to my skin. I'm single after a messy breakup, and tonight I needed something rough to shake off the boredom. My ex was all talk and no fire, left me frustrated every time. I craved a man who would take control, pin me down, make me beg. The bar was full of rough types, bikers, truckers, guys with tattoos and stares that lingered too long. I ordered a whiskey neat, scanning the room, my heart pounding a little from the thrill. Why am I here? This place is dangerous, but that is what makes my pussy tingle already. A guy at the end of the bar caught my eye. He was built like a wall, a very muscular arms straining his black tee, jeans worn from hard work, a scruffy beard framing a hard jaw. His eyes were piercing, locked on me as he sip a beer. I felt a shiver run down my spine, straight to my core, from just him looking. He did not smile