You’re too stunned to react in time

The whole movement takes you by surprise. Before you can react, Ray's lips encase yours sending a lightning shock through your whole body. Your open your mouth receives his warm tongue that slips forward to caress your own tongue. As you're about to jerk your head away, you feel his hand and the back of your head. Your mind is quickly overridden by the intense sensation of his tongue moving across yours and as as he leans into you with a tilt of his head and you feel his lips press onto yours through your lipstick. His other hand slide down your side and strongly grip your rounded butt through your shiny dress, once again pulling you into him. Your hips, midsection and ample chest all pressed into his, like your entire body is rising to meet his.

You can't even think, the sensations, the entire unexpected situation, his sheer unbridled lust and desire for you.... You've got to escape, part of you thinks, but part of your mind gets hung up on keeping the drink you're still holding steady and with each second tight embrace builds momentum. His hands caress you, his nose rubs against your cheek and his tongue seems to throw every new sensation it can into your mouth until you find yourself trying to at least somewhat keep up with the sheer frantic energy of what was going on. You briefly wonder what the barman and all the patrons are thinking, then an image of what they must be seeing crashes into your head of a slender, seductive woman intensely engaged with her man.

Finally, he calms down, and gradually moves his head back, separating your lips, keeping his hand on your ass, but moving the other one to the back of your neck.

You're stunned, heart racing, trying to catch your breath.

He just looks into your eyes, grinning wildly. "If you think that was amazing, the best is yet to come!"

You want to scream. You're angry at him of course, but you find yourself so angry at yourself. Why did you let it go on so long? Why weren’t you more aggressive? You were a man dammit and he made it clear he was in charge! Why didn't you just hit him? Why were you so damn concerned about keeping the drink steady?

You do manage to lean back a bit, awkwardly balancing on your incredibly high heeled shoes that seemed to thrust your hips into his, but you have the lingering feeling of his tongue in your mouth, you still remember that you kissed a man for what seemed like countless seconds. You can't believe it. You need a.... drink?

Your gaze rests upon the pink drink in its thin stemmed glass that's still held in your gloved hand.