You hear a sob

As you're about to walk past the empty alleyway, you hear a sob that edges into a moan. Surprised, you look - and there's a man there, **** a sobbing woman. There's a large knife gleaming on the ground next to him, out of her reach. She's wearing a short skirt you recognize as the uniform for a bar further down the street, and he's got his pants down around his knees as he thrusts between her legs. Her panties are a tiny bit of ripple fabric to her side. With one hand squeezing and pulling at her nipples, he uses the other to slap her face and growls,"Shut up, cunt." She covers her mouth with her hands, her tear-stained cheeks bright red with what you suspect is considerable arousal considering how much she seems to hate what's happening to her.

You stare with a jumble of mixed emotions, the most embarrassing of which is that you suddenly want to apply for a job at the bar with the miniskirt uniform. You had mostly been thinking of being **** yourself when you wrote your rules, but damn, watching another woman get **** is also firing you up. You shift, feeling your pussy lips readjust against your damp panties.

He notices you standing there and freezes. After a long minute of the two of you staring at each other he realizes you're not going to do anything. He raises and eyebrow and begins fucking her again, and this time it's definitely a moan she's covering with her hands. "Pity there's only one of me," he mutters, eyeing your shapely thighs.