"you ok sweet cheeks?"

"You ok sweet cheeks?" A deep familiar voice comes from behind.

Oh shit.

You turn to see Mike standing behind you, wearing a tank top, showing off his muscular arms.

"Oh, h-hey" you squeak as the blood drains from your face.

Your internal thoughts are begging whatever benevolent entity their may be in the universe that he doesn't recognise you. If he finds out the pretty girl he's talking to us you, you will die of embarrassment. He would never let you live it down.

"What's a fine piece of ass like you doing all alone at the bar?" He flirts.

Your stomach turns.

This is the worst case scenario.

He doesn't recognise you, but he does want to fuck you.

"Uhh... Just.. umm.. enjoying the view?"

"I bet" he winks.

You gulp as you unintentionally make eye contact with Mike's growing bulge which is now eye level.

You can see the outline of his monster cock through his jeans.

Your mouth begins to water as your brain conjures up all sorts of depraved images.

Your little clitty is struggling in its cage, trying to harden, but the tight prison won't allow it.

You can feel a trickle of pre cum seeping out of your caged tip as you bite your lip to stop any moans escaping.

Mike smirks at your clear arousal.

"Looks like you're enjoying the view" he says, grabbing his crotch.

Fuck. What is happening to you?

It must be a mix of the damn alcohol, seeing Amy in that dress and being locked in this cage.