Yes, and more

You move to your purse, knowing you can't take your bra off here without getting jumped and losing control. As you grab it, you move towards the restrooms.

"I'll do it in a moment." You go to the women's washroom, but it's locked (apparnetly being cleaned right now), and you sigh, wondeirng how many other things are going to go wrong. It'll only take a moment to do it, so you go into the unoccupied men's washroom.

It's a small room, the dingy gray tiles and two urinals flanking an enclosed toilet. You look into the mirror, and see how flushed you are, and you close your eyes and try to regain some measure of control. You move your hands behind you to undo the back clasp of your bra, but they're shaking as you do it, so you turn around from the mirror to do it - you can't look at yourself now.

You finally manage to do it, but as your hands move to move the straps down your arms, you feel familiar hands on your shoulders - apparently someone came in here while you were trying to undress.

"Allow me." replies Mark, and you meet his gaze and see the fire in it as your arms move to your sides. He's come for your bra, but he'll take more then that now, as his right hand move over your shoulders deliberately. He fingers the strap, and moves it over your shoulder, but he's taking the dress strap with it as well. He looks at you as he does so, but you give no resistance - he wants to strip you, and you're going to let him.

The right straps fall, and now your dress is literally hanging by a thread - only the left bra and dress straps are still on you. While gripping your strap, he also undoes the last button on your dress, and now it's really hanging as the entire right side of your body is exposed to him. He moves his hand slowly down your collar, and down it, as he grabs both straps now, idly lifting the dress and bra up and down a bit before finally moving them off of your shoulders. He follows the dress down your arm as it lands in a puddle at your feet, and he pulls your bra back, tossing it aside and sliding your dress away with your foot.

"This is what I wanted every since I came into the bar and saw you." He's rusling your hair aggressively with one hand, grabbing and pinching it, pulling your head back to expose your neck to him. "I get what I want. And what I want right now," and with that, he cups your ass and pulls you into him. ", is to make you moan."

Your mouth is open as he pulls your hair again, and he crushes his mouth against yours. You arch a leg up against him, and you feel your tits and thighs press against his clothing. You want to grind your pussy against him, but he keeps you away from him - you're now totally naked in the men's bathroom of a raunchy bar about to let some businessman you've known for about twenty minutes have his way with you.

"I can't get my clothes stained." He replies. With that, even as his tongue continues to duel with yours, he unzips his pants and pulls his cock down, lifting you up so he can enter you and get what he was always after....