Liz was bored. It was another Friday, and the date had changed, but the party hadn't. She sat at the end of the stained bar while trying to block out the booze-infused, too-loud voices of those around her. It was the same people, the same conversations, and she knew the rest of the weekend would continue down the same path.
Here's to Friday, she thought as she drained her shot of whiskey. She didn't even get the usual pleasure of feeling the burn as the liquid drained down her esophagus and into her stomach. Liz was numb. She swiveled in the black bar stool and grabbed her purse when the door opened.
He was not the most attractive man that Liz had ever seen. Everything about him was average. He was average height with brown hair, and while he wasn't fat, he certainly wasn't athletic. But there was something about the way he walked into the bar that made Liz feel heat rush between her legs. She put her purse back down and turned to face the bar again. Maybe she could stay for one more drink.
While gesturing for the bartender to pour her a beer, she felt someone pull up a chair next to her. She didn't need to turn to know who it was.
"I'm Matt."
Liz turned in her chair to face him. Matt was appraising her as she looked at him. She could feel his eyes examining her legs, her tits, and finally her face.
"Would you like a little bit more time to look, or are you actually interested in talking to me?" Liz asked.
"Does 'both' qualify as a reasonable answer?"
Liz laughed genuinely for the first time that evening.
"Well, I'm Liz, and it's nice to meet you."
"Have you been here before? I was just at another bar, and I'm not quite sure where the bathroom is in this place."
"Oh, yeah, it's just around the corner to your left." Liz pointed out the sign that boldly read "Bathrooms" hanging fifteen feet away.
"I've got a horrible sense of direction. Do you mind showing me?"
Liz smiled and stood up. She led him to the doorway then stopped.
"Here it is. Nothing special. I think you'll find it's a pretty standard bar bathroom."
Matt pushed her into the bathroom and locked the door.
"What are you doing?" Liz asked.
"Shut up," said Matt. He shoved her up against the wall and started kissing her neck.
"No, wait, I can't do this. You don't understand—"
Matt responded by shoving his fingers into her mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. She whimpered slightly and obliged. He pulled the back of her hair roughly with his free hand.
"Spread your legs."
Liz spread her legs a few inches apart; Matt pulled harder on her hair.
"I said to spread your legs."
Liz opened her legs as far as she could.
"Good girl," Matt murmured. He took his hand from Liz's mouth and thrust it under her skirt. He pulled her underwear to her knees then started circling her clitoris with his index finger. Liz's knees started to buckle. She was breathing heavily now grinding against Matt's hand. She looked down and saw the bulge under Matt's jeans; she reached for it desperately.
