You're joking, right?

You stare at him, aghast. There is no way you'd ever give him your contact information. "Absolutely not," you declare with what strength you have left from your confusing, unsatisfying venture. Figuring your dignity is a lost cause anyway, you gently roll back to stare at the darkening sky. That encounter had been so hot until it wasn't.

The other woman gingerly makes her way out of the alley, hoping that neither of you monsters will notice her.

Out the corner of your eye, you can see that the man shrugs a little, his dick swaying with the motion. "Pity," he comments idly. "Cunt like yours only responds to one thing."

You ignore him as the toll of the past hour sinks into you.