Buy another drink and leave it unattended

I was eager and wet. I was so excited to be ****, and the wait and not knowing was just continuing my arousal. I ordered another drink and moved to a table near the bar's back entrance. Then I quickly ducked into the bathroom. Usually I wouldn’t leave a drink unattended; who knew what people would pop into it if I did, but that was the point.

I came out of the bathroom a few moments later and sat down. I took a deep breath before having a big mouthful of the drink. I had no idea if anyone had done anything with it, and I felt myself moan as I took a sip.

I felt butterflies, nerves of excitement and worry, this was all so stupid, but I had signed up for six months, so there was no backing out. It was only a few moments before another guy rocked up at my table. He was a reasonably attractive man, I guessed of Middle-Eastern heritage. “Hi,” he said as he put a beer in front of me. “Mind if I join you?”

He must have been paying attention to me because it was the same beer I had bought a few minutes earlier. I gestured to the seat beside me, “Hey, I’m Kimmie.”

“Malichus,” he said, shaking my hand. I took another drink before he continued, “That top is something else.”

I smiled, “Thanks, it’s one of my favourites for going out.”

“Your tatts and piercings set it off,” he continued.

I laughed, “Thanks, you’re dressed pretty casually for coming out. The guys I see normally dress up a bit more.”

He shrugged, “It was kind of short notice.” As he spoke, I shook my head, my eyes were having trouble focusing, and I wondered if I had drunk too much too quickly or if someone had **** my drink. “You ok?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I said, taking another drink, all the while thinking to myself that this was it, that he had **** my drink and he was going to **** me, that he was my first culprit.

He shifted a little closer to me and smiled. Casually he reached across me and slid his hand into my top to grab my breast. His fingers were cold from the beer glass. “I like fresh meat on the app,” he said.

Mentally I subtracted a point from my rating of him. The idea of the app was **** fetish; being reminded I had consented to this detracted from that, in my opinion. But still, I moaned as he groped me.

“You look like you’ve had enough,” he said, “let me help you out for some fresh air.” He indicated the back door with his head, and I moaned.

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