Ding

I hear the ding as his phone receives a text. He gives a look at it then his grin becomes almost wolfish.

He looks at the phone, looks at me then puts it side by side and adjusts himself on the stool so he’s manspreading.

“I definitely prefer you like this” He points to the picture of me.

Then leans in and says, the smell of beer on his breath “Tits and tongue out like a proper whore”.

My face already flushed must have turned crimson.

He glances up at the game, there appears to be a commercial break.

‘Why don’t you give me something to watch while I wait for the game to come on? ‘ he gives a gesture to the plate of deep fried pickles.

I furrow my brow in confusion. He leans in once more and says right into my ear, while he puts a hand on my thigh.

“Give me a preview of what I’ll enjoy later”.

I gulp and try to think of a way out of this.

“No way” I tell him. Pushing his hand off my thigh.

“Well that’s a shame” he says..

Then he selects that photo of me, and I see he has an Apple phone. He clicks an icon and he says “I’d prefer a private show, but if it’s not a private one I’m sure all the lads here would love this airdropped. And oh - looks like there are thirty one that can receive it..” He looks at me teasingly, knowing that he will succeed in blackmailing me. Equal parts lust and malice in his eyes..

With a sigh, I pick up a deep fried pickle and wrap my lips around it.

He leans back and sips his Guinness while glancing up at the screen to see if the game is back. But watching me as I glide my lips over the pickle..

The bartender casts a glance our way as she sees how I’m eating the pickle, then at the man beside.

She rolls her eyes then goes back to serving..