A Gift from the Goddess

“Do you want to get out of here?” I whispered intimately into his ear.

The question was followed closely behind by my hand moving down his leg as he sat next to me, leaving no room for doubt in his mind over my intentions. There was only one conclusion to be made by my question

This was all it would take, I knew. A suggestion, a warm touch, a small smile from a pretty girl. Enough to convince them to come with me. And convince them I did as he eagerly stood up at my proposal.

“Where did you have in mind?” he asked as he helped me to my feet. 

He moved in close, wrapping an arm around my waist, and tried to lean in for a kiss but I instantly moved back to pause him.

“No, not here,” I said, my eyes darting around at the crowded bar. “But I think there is somewhere we can go out back.”

He didn’t hesitate for even a second and immediately grabbed my hand, allowing me to lead him through the backdoor to the alleyway behind the establishment. An alleyway where many less than honest activities took place. The kind of spot a girl would not want to find herself alone on a night out, as was consistent with this side of town.

But it was due to that very reputation that I was here now today. Some might say that I was accustomed to the danger.

“This is far enough,” I said as I pulled him to the side, placing his hands on my waist.

“…Here?” he asked confused, looking at our dirty surroundings. 

“You don’t want to… I don’t know, find a motel or something?”

But I simply pressed my body up against his and nibbled on his ear sensually, wrapping my arm around his neck.

“I like the excitement of possibly being caught,” I whispered.

And I felt as his lower region quickly responded to my words, pressing through the fabric of his pants.

Those were the last words exchanged before he moved in to hastily kiss me, his hand travelling up the side of my thigh, under my dress, and squeezing greedily at he found flesh there. He was completely focused on me, his desire evident as he continued to touch me wherever he could.

Something that I allowed him to do, giving him what he wanted.

But there were also other things to consider here. Ones that needed careful preparation.I moaned a little for him and directed his lips to my neck, holding his head in place there as he kissed my skin. And whilst his attention was entirely absorbed on the task I’d set for him, I took a moment to bring my free hand up to my eye level over his shoulder… and check my watch.

…I only had a few more moments before it started. I needed to time it perfectly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grunted, still kissing and groping me.

I asked back breathily. “What else

he

like everything… I don’t even know your name but I’ve

but I think he’d told me his. What was it again? Daniel? David? Dustin? No… Dale.

what do you want to do to me?”

sound of voices approaching down the alleyway, coming in from the direction of the main street. I became so focused on it that I didn’t even hear what answer Dale responded with Something about his junk or

replied back automatically, feeling as he was clumsily trying to pull my dress

my

saw it was

building, heading towards the back entrance of the bar. The same entrance that they always entered through at eleven o’clock on Thursday nights, ready for their weekly

now or

in my arms, screaming for

I yelled, trying to

“Someone help! Please!”

about the situation, Dale held on, unsure what was

asked in shock, taken off-guard by my

“Please! Please stop!”

and escape, making a scene of the entire encounter. Screaming and carrying on as I tried

out. One of the men in the group who had

with just my gaze alone for him to rescue me. That someone else intervene before it was

me! This man dragged me out here… please! I-I just

didn’t,” Dale said adamantly, instantly taking his hands

a few feet away. Trying to get as

made clear when I

asked for you to back off,” said the man, breaking away from his

clearly doesn’t want you

you mean?!” Dale

the one who asked me out here! She wanted

hands, my shoulders shaking with every

I’m going to say that’s probably not the case, but perhaps just forget the whole

I’m not even, that’s… I’m just… fuck. Whatever, stupid

quickly left the scene sprouting curses and insults my way the entire time. Something that didn’t do him any favours as I continued

asked the man, walking over to

feet, but I simply took a moment to look up at the face of my saviour, my rescuer,