Just one more beer can't hurt.

Alice nodded and started to ask the man for a lager, but he cut her off with a counter-proposal. "Let me make a suggestion: a margarita. It's tastier than any beer, and it's just a tad stronger," he spoke so confidently and calmly... Alice didn't want a margarita, but she definitely didn't want to interrupt this guy's flow and make things awkward. She didn't respond, and he took that to be a confirmation.

He turned to the bartender with a sly grin. "Two margaritas, boss," he spoke, holding up his thumb and pointer finger. Soon, the margaritas arrived, and the man gulped his down quickly. Alice kept up, but only as she finished did she realize her head was swimming. Fuck, this is bad, she thought hazily. He clearly realized her condition. Soon, he was urging her towards the bathrooms. "You look sick. Lemme take you to the bathrooms," he cooed sensibly.

The trip to the bathrooms was fast, and once they were in a stall, he was all over Alice. Bad, bad, bad! her head screamed as he delivered a kiss that made her melt. In startlingly little time, he had Alice exposed, his slightly-above-average dick pressing against her fertile entrance. "Fuck yeah, babe... I knew you'd be an easy lay," he practically sneered as he pushed his tip inside. What do I need to do? she asked herself urgently. Fuck! Stall for time!