Cozy Pub

The city streets were a blur of neon and shadow as Josh guided Meg through the maze-like alleys. The air hung heavy with the scent of rain and exhaust fumes, a chill seeping through Meg's thin blouse. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into Josh's warmth.

They soon arrived at a dimly lit establishment tucked away on a quiet side street. A weathered wooden sign swung gently above the door, proclaiming some name in faded gold lettering. Josh held the door, ushering Meg inside with a possessive hand at the small of her back.

The bar was a study in contrasts - plush velvet booths and polished mahogany countertops juxtaposed against exposed brick walls and industrial lighting. Soft jazz drifted from hidden speakers, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. Meg's eyes darted around, taking in the eclectic decor and sparse crowd of patrons.

Josh steered her towards a secluded booth in the back, his fingers never leaving her waist. Meg slid onto the worn leather seat, grateful for the semblance of privacy. Josh settled in beside her, closer than was strictly necessary. Drinks arrived short after.

"So," he purred, "tell me what's really bothering you, sweetheart."

Meg hesitated, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass before her. She couldn't recall ordering the vibrant blue cocktail, but the cool weight in her hand was oddly comforting.

"It's... everything, I suppose," she began, her voice barely audible over the sultry saxophone notes floating through the air. "Work has been relentless lately. I'm at the office until midnight most nights, buried in case files and legal briefs. It's like I can't even remember what sunlight looks like anymore."

Josh nodded sympathetically, his dark eyes never leaving her face. "That sounds absolutely draining," he murmured, his hand inching closer to hers on the table. "A brilliant woman like you deserves better."

Meg felt a flush creep up her neck at the compliment, taking a long sip of her drink to hide her reaction. The cocktail was surprisingly strong, leaving a warm trail down her throat.

"And then there was this guy I met online," she continued, the words spilling out easier now. "We talked for weeks. He seemed so perfect - funny, intelligent, kind. I really thought..." She trailed off, blinking back the sting of tears. "Turns out he was just a catfish. Using someone else's photos, fabricating this whole persona. I felt so stupid when I found out."

Josh's hand covered hers, his thumb tracing slow circles on her wrist. "You're not stupid, Meg. You're trusting. That's different. And it's beautiful."

Meg felt a flutter in her chest at his words, even as a small voice in the back of her mind warned her to be cautious. She took another long sip of her drink, savoring the sweet burn.

"It's just... I'm so tired of being alone," she confessed, her voice cracking slightly. "I pour everything into my work, but at the end of the day, I come home to an empty apartment. No one to talk to, no one to hold me..."

Josh leaned in closer, his eyes dark with intensity. "You deserve so much more than that, sweetheart. A woman like you should be cherished, adored."

His gaze dropped to her lips, and Meg felt her breath catch. The **** was buzzing pleasantly through her system now, softening the edges of her anxiety. Josh's hand moved to her thigh, his touch electric even through the fabric of her skirt.

Meg found herself leaning into Josh's touch, craving the warmth of human connection. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her thigh as she continued to pour out her heart.

"I just feel so... invisible sometimes," Meg said softly. "Like I could disappear and no one would even notice."

Josh's expression was a mask of concern and understanding. "I see you, Meg," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her face. "I see a beautiful, brilliant woman who deserves the world."

His gaze lingered on the curve of her neck, imagining how soft her skin would feel under his lips. Meg shifted, both uncomfortable and oddly thrilled by the intensity of his attention.

"Tell me more about your work," Josh prompted, refilling her glass. "What made you want to become a lawyer?"

As Meg spoke about her passion for justice and her dreams of starting her own firm, Josh nodded attentively. His hand inched higher on her thigh, hidden beneath the table.

"You're so passionate," he said admiringly. "I bet you look gorgeous when you're all fired up in the courtroom."

A small alarm bell rang in Meg's mind at the comment, but she brushed it aside. Josh was just being nice, she told herself. He was listening, really listening, in a way no one had in so long.

The conversation flowed as easily as the drinks. Josh's compliments grew bolder, his touches more lingering. Meg felt herself growing warm, whether from the **** or his proximity, she couldn't say.

"You know," Josh said, leaning in close to be heard over the music, "I've always had a thing for powerful women. There's something so... intoxicating about a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it."

His breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Meg's cheeks flushed as she imagined his lips on her skin.

"I... I should probably use the ladies' room," she stammered, suddenly needing a moment to clear her head.

Josh's eyes glinted with triumph as he helped her to her feet. "Of course, sweetheart. I'll be right here waiting for you."

As Meg made her way unsteadily to the bathroom, Josh's gaze followed her swaying hips.

Meg stumbled into the dimly lit bathroom, gripping the edge of the sink for support. The cool porcelain felt grounding against her flushed skin. She stared at her reflection in the smudged mirror, barely recognizing the woman gazing back at her with glassy eyes and tousled hair.

"What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, the words echoing softly in the empty room.

Memories of hushed conversations in the hallways and apartment building came flooding back. Josh's reputation preceded him - a dangerous pervert, they said. A man who used women like disposable playthings, fucking anyone **** or foolish enough to fall for his act. Harlots, bimbos, lonely divorcees - no one was off limits.

And yet here she was, leaning into his touch, letting his hands wander where they pleased. Was she really so **** for affection that she'd stoop this low? Meg's stomach churned, a mixture of **** and self-loathing.

"No," she said firmly, meeting her own gaze in the mirror. "I'm going home. Now."

Just as Meg reached for the door handle, it swung open. Josh's imposing figure filled the doorway, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Before Meg could react, he surged forward, backing her against the wall. His mouth crashed onto hers in a bruising kiss as his hands roughly groped her backside.

Josh's lips moved hungrily against Meg's as he pressed her harder against the wall. Her head swam, mind clouded by a heady mix of **** and unexpected desire. Some part of her knew she should push him away, cry out, do something - but her body betrayed her, melting into his touch.

With a low growl, Josh suddenly spun her around and shoved her into the nearest stall. The metal door clanged shut behind them as he pinned her against it. His hands roamed possessively over her curves, pawing at the buttons of her silk blouse.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," he rasped, yanking at the delicate fabric. Buttons popped off and scattered across the grimy floor as he exposed her lacy bra.

Meg gasped, finally finding her voice. "Josh, wait, we shouldn't-"

But her weak protest died on her lips as his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking and biting. His stubble scraped deliciously against her sensitive skin. One large hand roughly shoved her bra aside, freeing her breasts.

Josh groaned appreciatively, cupping the soft flesh and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks. "Fucking perfect," he muttered before ducking his head to take one rosy bud between his lips.

A breathy moan escaped Meg as his tongue swirled around her nipple. Her fingers tangled in his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Josh's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her.

His other hand slid down her stomach, deftly unfastening her skirt. It pooled around her ankles as his fingers delved between her thighs, finding her already slick with arousal.

"Such a naughty girl," Josh chuckled darkly. "So wet for me already."

Meg whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation as he stroked her through damp silk panties. She knew this was wrong, knew she should stop him - but her body sang with need, craving more of his touch. So she remained silent, eyes glazed with lust, as Josh continued to have his way with her willing form.

Josh roughly spun Meg around, pressing her chest against the cold metal stall door. He yanked down her panties in one swift motion, leaving them tangled around her ankles. His large hands gripped her hips, positioning her with her back arched and legs spread.

Meg's cheek pressed against the graffitied surface as she heard the metallic rasp of Josh's zipper. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through her veins. She felt the blunt head of his cock prodding between her thighs, searching for entrance.

"Wait," Meg gasped, "Do you have a condom?"

Josh chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her neck. "Don't need one, sweetheart. I'm gonna fill that tight pussy up."

Meg's eyes widened in alarm. "No, please. We need protection. I'm not on birth control."

"Good…" Josh growled, grinding against her.

Meg's mind raced, panic rising in her chest. She'd never had unprotected sex before. The risks of pregnancy and STDs flashed through her thoughts.

"At least pull out," she pleaded. "Please, Josh. Don't finish inside me."

But Josh was beyond listening, consumed by lust as he positioned himself at her entrance. Meg felt the tip of his cock pressing insistently against her, seeking to claim her most intimate places without any barriers between them.

Meg gasped as Josh's thick shaft slowly penetrated her, stretching her inner walls in a way she'd never experienced before. Without the barrier of latex, she felt every ridge and vein of his cock as it filled her completely. Her body trembled at the new, intense sensations washing over her.

Josh groaned in pleasure, savoring the wet heat enveloping him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, gripping her hips tighter.

As he began to thrust, Meg's mind went blank. All thoughts of risk and consequences faded away, replaced by waves of intense pleasure. She'd never felt so full, so utterly possessed. Each drag of his bare cock against her sensitive flesh sent sparks of electricity through her core.

Meg's fingers scrabbled against the metal door as Josh's pace increased. The lewd sounds of skin slapping skin echoed through the bathroom stall. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to draw attention.

Meg closed her eyes, surrendering to the intense sensations flooding her body. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her core. She had never been taken so forcefully before, Josh's grip bruising as he used her for his own gratification. Some distant part of her mind whispered that she should feel degraded, insulted by his rough treatment. But all she could focus on was the exquisite friction of his bare cock sliding in and out of her dripping folds.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as Josh continued his relentless pace. Meg's entire world narrowed to the point where their bodies joined, every nerve ending singing with bliss. The pressure built and built, coiling tighter in her belly until she thought she might shatter from the intensity.

When her orgasm finally crested, it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Meg's body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on Josh's thick shaft as pleasure exploded through her. She bit down on her lip to stifle her cries of ecstasy. The waves of bliss kept building, each one more intense than the last, until she was trembling uncontrollably.

Through the haze of her climax, Meg hazily registered movement behind her. She turned her head, still shaking with aftershocks, to see Josh holding up his phone. He grinned wickedly as he angled it to capture both their faces, triumphant lust gleaming in his eyes as he recorded their illicit encounter.

Meg's mind reeled as she realized Josh was recording. She tried to rise one of her hands to cover the camera, but she was too weak with pleasure. The fullness inside her and the aftershocks of her orgasm rendered her helpless. In an effort to protest, she moaned out a muffled "no" instead of words.

Desperately, Meg tried to cover her flushed face, but her hand seemed to have a mind of its own. She ended up biting her knuckles softly, moaning unintelligibly in the process. Her actions only intensified the lustful atmosphere in the cramped bathroom stall.

Josh's thrusts quickened, his breathing ragged as he neared his climax. Meg could feel him swelling even more inside her, and she knew he was close. The thought of him recording this intimate moment, of having a souvenir of this night that would live on forever, should have horrified her. But Meg was too consumed by the sensations coursing through her body to care in that moment.

He groaned loudly, grinding himself against her as he came, his hot seed spurting deep within her unprotected depths. Meg cried out in response, her body arching against his as he filled her with his essence. Every muscle in her body tensed as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and despite the circumstances, Meg found herself reveling in it.

As their breathing slowed and their hearts returned to normal, Josh lowered the phone and tucked it away without any trace of remorse. He pulled out of her gently, while Meg collapsed against the cold metal door, struggling to catch her breath.

Meg stumbled backwards, collapsing onto the toilet seat as her trembling legs gave way beneath her. Her shirt hung in tatters, exposing her flushed skin and heaving chest. Her skirt and panties lay discarded on the grimy bathroom floor.

She tried to speak, to articulate the storm of emotions raging within her, but only incoherent mumbles escaped her swollen lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she gulped for air, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.

Josh loomed over her, his eyes dark with predatory hunger. His gaze raked over her disheveled form, lingering on the marks he'd left on her pale skin. For a moment, Meg thought he might pounce again, claiming her body once more. A shiver of anticipation ran through her at the thought.

She met his gaze, feeling like a helpless doe staring into the eyes of a ravenous wolf. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement coursing through her veins. Some primal part of her longed for him to take her again, to lose herself in the raw pleasure of his touch.

But Josh simply smirked, zipping up his pants with deliberate slowness. He savored the sight of her trembling form for a moment longer before turning on his heel and striding out of the bathroom, leaving Meg alone with the aftermath of their passionate encounter.