Tell Jimmy yes

Ruby’s heart pounded in her chest as the words tumbled from her lips, barely audible over the music. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe what she was agreeing to, couldn’t fathom how she’d let herself get here, but the words had left her mouth before she could stop them.

Jimmy’s grin widened, his satisfaction evident as he wrapped an arm around her waist. His hand settled lower than it should have, resting possessively on the curve of her hip, his fingers grazing her thigh. The boldness of his touch sent a wave of indignation through her, but she bit her lip and pushed the feeling aside, determined to follow through with what she’d started.

He guided her toward the dimly lit hallway, the music and neon lights fading behind them as they ventured into the quieter, shadowy space. The hallway felt colder, the hum of the club replaced by a muffled silence. Ruby’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of shame, anticipation, and disbelief. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, her eyes fixed on the ground as they reached the door to the out-of-service restroom.

Jimmy pushed it open with a smug confidence, ushering her inside. The faint scent of mildew and the harsh fluorescent light overhead did nothing to alleviate her unease. He led her into the handicap stall at the back, his movements deliberate as he pressed her against the cool tile wall. His lips were on hers again before she could think, his kiss rough and demanding, his hands roaming her body in a way that made her pulse quicken despite herself.

Ruby let out a soft sound, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, as her body responded to his touch. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed her, her arousal spiraling as she tried to focus on the sensations rather than the growing pit of uncertainty in her stomach.

Jimmy pulled back suddenly, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he looked down at her. “You know,” he said, his voice low and taunting, “you’re lucky I’m such a forgiving guy. After what you pulled last night, I could’ve made things real ugly for you.”

Ruby blinked, confusion flashing across her face.

“That little stunt you pulled when I was down,” he continued, his grin turning into a smirk. “Kicking me in the nuts like that? Not cool, babe. But don’t worry—we’ll make it right.” He stepped back slightly, his eyes narrowing as his tone took on a commanding edge. “Get on your knees.”

Ruby froze, her breath hitching as the words registered.

“Apologize to my dick,” he said, his grin widening as he leaned casually against the stall wall. “Make it feel better for what you did.”

Her stomach twisted, a mix of indignation and disbelief flooding through her. She stared at him, her body rooted in place as her mind raced with possibilities. Part of her wanted to turn and run, to shove past him and leave this place and this moment behind. But another part, the one that had led her here in the first place, kept her locked in place, considering what she would do next.

The choice was hers—push back and regain control, or give in and follow through with what she’d started. Her body trembled with the weight of the decision, the moment stretching endlessly before her.