Looking for Trouble

Jennifer White walks into the bar like she owns it, even though the place is dark and the doors are still locked. She’s still hot from the fight with her ex, still wired, and the first thing she does is reach behind the counter, pour herself two fingers of bourbon and light a cigarette without asking. James is wiping glasses, watching the way she plants herself on a stool, legs spread, short dress riding up. He doesn’t tell her she can’t be here. He just comes around the bar and stands close enough that she can smell the soap on his skin. She looks up at him through the smoke and smiles like trouble found its match. He grabs her wrist, yanks her off the stool and shoves her face-down over the bar top. The cigarette still smolders in the ashtray while he rips her dress up and her panties down. A fat acrylic plug waits on the back bar; he slicks it, presses the cold tip against her asshole and pushes until her tight ring gives and swallows the whole thing. Jennifer’s moan turns into a sharp yelp when he slaps her ass hard enough to leave a red print. He stuffs a red ball gag between her teeth, buckles it tight behind her head, and fastens leather cuffs around her wrists, locking them to a steel ring screwed under the bar. She’s bent, spread, drooling around the gag while he unzips and lets his thick cock slap hot against her cheek. He fucks her throat first, deep, until spit runs down her chin and drips onto the floor. Then he yanks the plug out, lines up, and drives straight into her ass in one brutal thrust. Jennifer’s eyes roll; the stretch is vicious and perfect. James keeps her there for what feels like hours—alternating between pounding her ass and whipping her thighs with his belt whenever she tries to squirm away. Every time she comes, the gag muffles it into a wet, desperate sound, and he doesn’t let up. He just pushes deeper, fucks harder, makes her take it until her legs shake and her mascara runs in black streaks down her face. By the time he finally floods her ass and leaves her slumped over the bar, Jennifer is glassy-eyed, cum leaking down her thighs, thoroughly used and grinning around the gag like she finally got exactly what she came for.