Someone approaches Zoe

Just then, a man appeared from the alley she was standing next to. He was a tall, imposing black man in his thirties, wearing jeans and a white tank top. His head was shaved clean, and his arms were covered in tattoos. Noticing the 19-year-old pouting in front of the old payphone, he approached, "You lost, sweetheart?"

Zoe hesitated momentarily as she looked the man up and down before admitting, "Yeah, I got a bit lost, and my phone's dead. I need to get back to campus." Zoe was no babe in the woods, but this guy looked like trouble. She was a rich, privileged girl, and she didn't have any experience with guys that looked like this.

The man smiled humorously as he stepped within a couple of feet of Zoe, the smell of her perfume reaching him. He eyed her up and down again hungrily, a gesture not lost on Zoe, as he looked at her curvy figure, big tits, all on display in that tight little dress. "I've got a phone you can use if you want. This isn't a nice neighborhood, and I wouldn't recommend walking around out here at night by yourself like this."

"Yeah, thanks," Zoe said, extending her hand for the man's phone. The man shook his head, "I ain't got a cell phone, but you can use my home phone. I live on this street. You want to call a ride or a friend?" He asked.

Zoe weighed her options. The man looked like he wanted a lot more than to just help her out, but she also didn't like the idea of wandering around in this scummy neighborhood looking for a way home. She was sure one of the low-lives here would try to rob her.