A shot of rum

You down another shot of liquor rather than answer the question, and Sasha chuckles. Her hand reaches out and strokes your cheek, treating you like a mother treats her son that she’s just so proud of. You squirm and blush in your seat but she’ll never let you escape her little world you’ve found yourself in. With her body lording over you in a predatory manner, you spot tattoos running up her arm beneath her leather jacket and sputter out your next question.

“Can I see your tattoos?” You say much louder and faster than you intended. Sasha relents for a moment to unzip her jacket and take it off, and uses in to pull you closer to her again. “I have two sleeves, a lot of my back, and some random ones on the rest of my body.” You admire the artistry of the tattoos for a moment, but quickly notice that without her jacket, Sasha is just wearing a black tank to cover her chest, a chest with previously concealed D cup bra that barely fits her. She notices you gawking at her chest, and snickers at you.

“You having fun staring at my boobs?” She questions, grabbing your chin and forcing you into eye contact. “Take another shot and you can bury your face in them.” She let’s go of your face allowing you to quickly pour and down another shot, and plummet into her cleavage. She pushes your head into her chest and shakes her boobs, and you’re in heaven. The soft, warm embrace her chest gives you is short lived, and she pulls you out by the hair and stares into you as she asks her next question.

“What’s your deepest sexual fantasy?” The **** forces a response out before you can stop it, “getting cucked by my girlfriend.” Your face becomes hot and red, and Sasha smiles in satisfaction at what you’ve confessed to her.

“Is that why you’re here, boy? Is your girlfriend here trying to pick up a better man so you can watch them fuck on your bed?” She grabs your and and pulls you into her.

You reach for a shot but she pins your hands before you can grab the glass. “No no no the game is over, I’ve got what I want out of it. You’re gonna answer what I ask so I can take you home and fuck you to your cuckolded hearts desire.” She grabs the shot herself and drinks her first **** of the night.

You confess everything through slurred lips. You tell Sasha that you wanted Carrie to seek out Troy and give herself to him. You tell her that Carrie said you can find someone to take home for the night as well. You tell her it doesn’t feel right to sleep with a woman while his old bully is taking ownership of his precious Carrie. You tell her that maybe if she treats you like you like shit for the night then maybe you’d be able to still be comfortable losing Carrie to the brute.

Sasha, very clearly satisfied with herself, comforts you. She suggests the two of you walk back to her apartment and she do as you wish. You nod, too pathetic now to even speak, and Sasha quickly pays her tab and drags you out of the bar. You had failed to really see how much bigger Sasha is than you. She’s a good head taller than you, has been blessed with both a big chest and ass, and is more muscular than you are by a noticeable amount, despite you being reasonably tall and fit. You stumble out of the bar, and Sasha keeps you from checking behind you to look for Carrie or Troy. She doesn’t think you deserve to know what they’re doing tonight, and you meekly submit to her opinion.

Sasha’s apartment is only a few blocks from the bar, so the two of you walk, or more accurately she drags you as you stumble, to her place. The building is the tallest one within a couple blocks, and she takes you though the back door and up the elevator to the 11th floor, and finally into one of the four doors on the floor into her apartment.