The bar was dimly lit, casting shadows over faces and corners as it tried to mask how low run it was. The early 80's rock music was loud enough to blanket the room, but not loud enough to drown out personal conversations. It had become popular lately with random hookups happening.
Rumors had spread like wildfire recently, and it seemed as if everyone in town was desperate for warm company--the kind that came when closeness was purely physical--random people just propositioning people for sex out of the blue. Apparently, it had broken up some relationships after it turned up their involvement. They would claim they didn't remember, or their drinks were spiked.
"Yeah right" Liam would say to that. He laughed off those rumors to lies or desperate people. After all times he had been to this bar, the only thing grabbing his dick was his own hand at the end of the night.
The young man sat at the bar near the end of the line. He wasn't as big as the hunks that got all the action around here, but that didn't bother him. He was here to have a few drinks to forget the drudge of the week of work that he had just got over with. Plus, he already knew that his worn t-shirt and jeans attire was barely attracting the bartender to pour another glass. He probably had a problem but always pushes those thoughts aside.
He ordered another whiskey from the worn-out barkeep. "I'll take another Tom," he said, leaning against the rough wooden bar as his eyes went back to scanning his phone.
Halfway through the night, his solitude was interrupted by a rustle of fabric and a soft, feminine scent. He glanced to his left to see a woman slide into the seat over from him.
She was striking, with long blonde hair cascading down her back and big green eyes. Her form-fitting shirt and modest skirt hinted at her curves, and he found himself appreciating the view.
She flagged down the bartender, ordering a beer with a soft voice that made his ears perk up. Liam gave her a casual smile. "First time here?" he asked, taking a swig of his own drink.
She looked at him, her expression filled with fatigue. "Something like that," she replied with a slight smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. She seemed to looked at what he was drinking and went back to her own, not engaging with him further.
Liam nodded, not pushing the conversation further. He knew the drill--she wanted to be left alone. He was fine with that. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she took a sip of her beer, her lips touching the rim of the glass. He knew he was just hard up for a date himself.
As he drifted back to his phone, something caught his eye on the floor underneath them. It was a flash, but he could swear to see something bright yellow scurry from behind the bar. He could have sworn it was under this lady's stool and jumped up into her skirt. under her chair and up her dress. The shadows must be playing tricks on him, as he rubbed his eyes.
Suddenly she made a pained gasp, almost a moan as her legs shifted abruptly, as her head hit the table with a thud. It startled the bartender too as he walked over to nudge her.
Liam reached out as well, catching her before she could slip off the stool entirely. He turned to face her, concern etched on his features. "Ma'am? Are you alright?"
Her eyes opened going from unfocused to a shadow of yellow, sitting back up in her chair. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear her vision, and then reached out, her hand gripping Liam's wrist tightly. "That was strange. Um hello, I am fine," she murmured.
She nodded at the bartender who asked in a gruff voice, "You sure?" She nodded a bit harder, "Yes sir". He looked unconvinced, slowly stepping away but not before giving Liam an accusatory look.
She slid her hand up his arm, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. "Thanks for saving me from falling, handsome," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "How about I thank you the proper way?"
Liam was confused, his eyebrows raised. One moment she wanted nothing to do with him, and the next, she was practically seducing him. He couldn't help but pull his arm back, his eyes darting across her face. "What?"
Liam couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He was pretty sure her eyes weren't that yellow before. Guess he wasn't paying attention.
"Just in case I need to be clearer," she murmured, her yellow tinted eyes locked onto his, "I want you. right now."
What also caught him was the accent. It sounded Asian like, but she sure as shit didn't look like it. Still, he was speechless, this had to be a prank. His eyes glanced across the room looking for proof of someone looking at him but finding none.
She then looked to her side, as if looking for someone. "Did you hear that? Someone asking..." She turned back to Liam, returning a smile to her face. "Never mind."
Liam's eyes widened in surprise, as her hand moved over his crotch to gently caress him. He had to admit it was pleasant, but he pushed her hand away. "Sorry ma'am, but..." He started to say before she lifted herself up slightly to shift her weight as she reached under her skirt.
He then realized that she was pulling down her panties, watching them intently as she pulled down her legs. Bending down slightly, she unhooked it off her feet, one by one. She handed them to him, her voice low and urgent. "Here, hold onto these. I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom." She gave him a peak on the lips before heading in that direction.
He scrunched the lacy black panties in his hand, as if to hide it, and turned to watch her walk towards the bathroom. His mouth was still open at this, while his eyes were on her ass as it motioned from side to side. As the door opened, she turned and winked at him before closing it. She was doing that on purpose, he thought.
Turning towards the bar again, he looked down at the table. What the hell is going on, did this really hot woman just proposition him to get laid, he thought. He again turned towards the rest of the patrons and even the barkeep, looking for someone to give him a leering grin. Someone trying to prank him. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe it was real?
He took another swig of his drink. He knew there was only one way to find out.
In the back of his mind, it all did seem really weird. In all his experiences with women, it's never been this straightforward or quick. He was already picturing her in his mind, bent over the sink with her ass out or on her knees ready for him. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it was starting to get a little tighter in his pants.
Getting off the stool, he marched towards the door as he tried to discreetly stuff the panties in his pocket. All rational thought was left at the table.
As he pushed open the heavy wooden door, the noise from the bar faded away, as he locked it behind him. There she was sitting on the sink, leaning back against the mirror. Her legs were hiked up and the skirt pulled back to her waist. His line of sight singled out straight on her pussy out there in the open
