Sit near the woman in leopard print

You take a seat near the woman in the leopard print top. Within moments she was standing over you, drink in hand.

“Hi babes” she said, slightly slurring “mind if I sit ‘ere” she asked, sitting in the seat opposite you without waiting for an answer. A waft of her cheap perfume, cigarettes and booze washed over you. Even sitting she towered over you.

“Not seen you ‘ere before. You new?” She asked, large hoop earrings wobbling as she spoke. You nodded and she smiled.

“Wanna come back to mine and fuck?”

The sudden brazen question shocked you, the thought of this huge chavvy woman using you for her own pleasure boggled your mind. You were so shocked that you barely noticed when she took your hand in hers and pulled you to your feet. By the time you came round from your daze you were outside with the woman dragging you along and by that time it was too late to say no.

You got to the house in South street after a few minutes of dragging. It was in a dilapidated state with a wooden board over one (presumably broken) window.