"Do those lines ever work on anyone?"

"Don't see you running away," he says, and steps ahead again. He's standing a little over you, slightly closer than polite, his bearded face looking down into yours with a wide grin.

You open your mouth to answer, and then something strange happens.

The lights go really dim.

“It’s Friday night!” a man’s voice announces over some sort of speaker. “Time for Blackout at the Midtown Pub!”

The bar has been filling up for some time, and at the dimming, there are cheers. You look around, confused.

“Blackout night,” the daddy bear says, over the hoots and hollers. "Perfect timing."

“What’s blackout night?” you ask.

He leans in, and you can feel his beard against your ears. “Last Friday every month, the lights go down, and the place gets wild.” He hooks his fingers into your belt, and gives you a tug.

"How about it?" he says. "You wanna head into the bathroom with me and have some fun, boy?" His hand lowers, and cups your crotch - your dick is hard, and he gives it a squeeze, chuckling. His bearded lips move close to your ear. "Or maybe you want Daddy to take you outside and fuck you quick and mean like the trashy whore you are?"