Arriving in the city

Half an hour later, Mark dropped me off in the city. On route, the app had dinged a couple of times, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to turn off proximity notifications. It didn’t tell you anything, not even how close a culprit was, it just dinged when you showed up on their app, so they were within a kilometre or so.

Part of me felt like it spoiled the surprise, but part of me thought it heightened the experience, hearing this cheery ding every time a predator was nearby. Mark and I said very little. We were both aroused and distracted. But as he stopped, he leaned over and kissed me softly. “Have fun being ****,” he said, “being defiled, degraded and used for other people’s pleasure.” I moaned at his words. “I trust you can find your way home, even if you have to walk through dark suburbs on your own.”

“You keep talking like that, and I will cum right here,” I told him.

He laughed, “Actually, I don’t think we cleaned up the floor where you came earlier today.”

I joined him in laughing, “Have fun with Cassie.” And with nothing else said, I got out of the car.

I had chosen to be dropped off at a bar called Muse; it was a bit of a dive, cheap drinks, hang out for local uni students, army jerks looking to get laid etc. I figured this would be an excellent place to start, at least. As I entered, I quickly checked the app. Only five guys were within range, but all I needed was one. I headed in, feeling my heels stick to the floor. It was not a classy establishment. I had chosen to wear something provocative, so I dressed in a cowl-necked top that hung low. The fabric was technically see-through, but as the material gathered over my breasts to hang just above my belly button, it was layered enough that it wasn’t see-through. I had paired it with a short skirt, but not ultra-short but had chosen to wear neither a bra nor panties.

As I sat at the bar, my app dinged. There were now seven in range. I felt like I was prey, and my hunters were closing in. I ordered a drink, nothing too intense and waited. It wasn’t long before someone sat beside me. “Waiting for someone?” he asked.

I looked over to see a man who was comely enough, I wouldn’t call him attractive, but he wasn’t ugly. “Just having a night out,” I replied politely. I wondered if he was signed up for the app, and I guessed not, he didn’t look wealthy enough, and I knew that the culprits paid about a grand a month to be on the app.

We chatted innocuously about several things as he sat there, and then he heard his name called, and I turned to see a woman screaming his name. He quickly got up and left to hug her, and I guessed he wasn’t actually on the app. I checked it quickly to see that there were 14 culprits near me, and I almost moaned.

As I ordered a third drink, I paused and thought for a moment. I wondered if I should stay here and have another drink or try something else.

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