Miss-Cornered by Lyle

You drunkenly stumble towards what you think is the club's bathroom. "Mariah." You call out, the heavy bass drowning out your voice. One strap of the short, lacy, black dress you're wearing has slipped down your tan shoulder. You blink in confusion as you step into a dim hallway. Before you can ascertain where you've ended up a hand grips your bare shoulder.

"Hey Riley." You turn and stumble back against the wall to see Lyle standing in the doorway with a big toothy grin on his face. He's a lanky ginger with heavy freckles and a prominent overbite. He's been in several of your classes and has always been friendly.

"Oh. Hi Lyle. Have you seen Mariah?" You slur.

He steps closer and puts a hand on the wall next to your head, effectively trapping you. "She went home an hour ago, sweetie. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." As he says this he uses his free hand to gently tug your drooping dress strap, causing your right tit to pop free.

"Wait." You mutter as Lyle grinds his erect cock against your stomach.