It's a sort of urban fantasy/gritty supers story that's been on my mind a while, and will feature mind control, action, that sort of thing.
Anyway, I'm still pecking away at it, and will post a link to buy it when it's finally done. (Getting back into writing after major RL disruptions has been challenging, but this is still the best job I've ever had, and I'm enjoying getting back to it.)A large, dark haired man with very good hands pushed me into a bathroom stall in the back of Louie’s Bar & Grill. He kissed me like he meant it, his mouth wet and hot and hungry.I opened my mouth and leaned into the kiss. The man hiked up my skirt and hooked a finger beneath my panties, letting them drop around my ankles. The cool air felt good against my sopping pussy.I bit his lip and nearly growled. Then I reached down and grabbed his shirt, ripping it open. His buttons clattered to the tile floor, and I pawed at his muscular chest. My eyes were shut, but I could feel that it was just hairy enough.The man broke off the kiss and spun me around bodily, pushing me toward the right hand wall of the stall.I caught myself with my hands, not wanting to press my cheek against the cool surface. If I’d been even a little less drunk, just putting my hands on it would’ve been too much.As it was, the wall was dry and I was soaking wet, so I just rolled with it. I put one foot up on the side of the toilet to spread my legs and give him a decent angle.Mr. Bar & Grill didn’t argue. He unzipped behind me, then spread my nether lips with his nice stiff fingers.A moment later, a cock replaced his fingers. I felt its head rub against my slick folds, then he slammed it into me.I moaned, then I leaned forward and braced myself to give him a better angle.He grabbed my shoulder with one hand and my hip with the other, using them to steady himself as he rammed his thick, hard cock deep inside me over and over again.I nearly growled at the intense stimulation. I could feel tingling, electric pleasure building between my thighs with every deep thrust of his throbbing dick. I rocked my hips in time to his thrusts, trying to drive him even deeper still.My partner leaned in and sped up. I was impressed with his balance after all the beer he’d drunk in front of me.Then he let go of my shoulder and reached around the front of my blouse, pawing at my breasts through my halter top. It wasn’t nearly as good as if I had time to take it off, but I didn’t want to ruin the top or pause the fucking, so I just enjoyed the teasing stimulation.For his part, Mr. Bar & Grill wasn’t going to last much longer. His cock tensed inside me, throbbing like mad. He slowed his rhythm down, trying to prolong it.I was almost there, though. I could feel it. So instead, I sped up, bouncing up and down on him like a slippery fat pogo stick.He came with a low animal noise. He leaned in and bit the nape of my neck even as his seed slapped my tight inner passage, then he gripped my breast a lot more roughly.The stimulation from his sticky hot seed, mixed with the unexpected pain from the bite set me off. I saw stars as my body jerked and spasmed. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, leaving me even foggier than the alcohol.He leaned in to kiss me on the lips, but I tilted my head so he only caught my cheek. I never kissed anyone in a bathroom stall.Every game needed a few rules.~~~~I stepped out of Louie’s Bar & Grill with a smile on my lips, and my panties still discarded on the floor of the bathroom behind me. My hookup, Tommy or Timmy or whatever his name had been, was still in the bar behind me. He’d been fun, but I didn’t feel like spending the night at his place. Whatever happened on Saturday night stayed on Saturday night. It was like Vegas or Mexico like that.Besides, I wasn’t in the mood to talk. It was too pretty a night. Looking up at the clear night sky, the twinkling stars were almost enough to make me forget what a terrible neighborhood I’d come to.Looking back down to try and remember whether I needed to go right or left was a sharp reminder, though. The bar itself was an oasis of light and the safety that illumination promised, but a quick glance in any direction revealed dilapidated buildings, indecipherable graffiti, flickering street lamps and roads pockmarked with cracks and holes.It looked a little bit like a set from a zombie movie, except that would’ve been livelier.The booze in my system already fading, I remembered that I was staying in a cheap little dive somewhere to the left. I turned that way and began to walk. Some nights, I missed owning a car. Tonight, I just enjoyed the chill breeze on my face and between my slick thighs.I was so distracted that I managed to get three blocks before I realized that someone was probably following me. I didn’t turn around: that would only tip my hand. Instead, I crossed an empty intersection and headed down a side street.When I heard them speed up behind me, I was sure. I looked both ways and spotted a blind alley between a sad looking discount store and a local burger place, both closed at this hour. I ducked into it, wrinkling my nose at the stench coming from the dumpster behind the restaurant.I put on my best doe-eyed ‘scared face,’ and turned to face the mouth of the alley. I hoped it was convincing: I practiced it in the mirror sometimes, just for kicks.The man following me was there moments later. He was broad shouldered, dark haired and surprisingly hot in a hard bitten sort of way. Elaborate tattoos peeked out from beneath the sleeves of his leather jacket. He raised his right forefinger to his lips to shush me.There was a shiny .45 in his left hand. He aimed it squarely at my chest, and stalked forward.I knew I should probably lead him a little further back into the alley, just in case anybody else was around… but I was still feeling the booze a little. I couldn’t help it. I gushed, “You’re left-handed? No way! So am I!”He stepped closer, brandished the gun and said, “Shut up, you drunk bitch. Just set the purse down and back the fuck up.” He was close enough that I could smell the scent of cigarette smoke and whiskey clinging to him.The man must’ve followed me from the bar. I hadn’t seen him, but I hadn’t really been looking.He must’ve misread my look for hesitation: his finger tensed on the trigger.No matter how many times I saw that motion, it always made my heart flip in my chest, and… well. Scare a regular human, their body dumps adrenaline into their bloodstream. Lets them resist pain, perform feats of strength. Moms lifting cars off of trapped children, all that good stuff.Whatever I had instead? It was better.The last traces of alcohol in my system evaporated like the morning dew, and time slowed to a crawl. I slid the purse off my shoulder and let it drop. I watched his eyes flick downward, following it for a split second.That was all the opening I needed: I lunged forward and threw a high kick at his left wrist. The gun went flying before my purse kissed the pavement. His eyes followed its arc next, wide with shock.I pounced, grabbing him by the shoulder and slamming him against the weathered brick wall of the discount store.He let out a yelp of pain at the impact, but he recovered with surprising speed: he grabbed my throat and squeezed as hard as he could, muscles standing out like cords beneath his tattooed arms.Obviously, that didn’t do him much good, apart from holding me out of reach for a moment.I shrugged out of his grip and punched him in the stomach, holding back to avoid rupturing any of his internal organs. It still knocked the wind out of him, his eyes going wide and filling with tears.He took another swing at me anyway.I sidestepped the clumsy charge and swatted him to the pavement as he passed me. He caught himself before he bashed his irritatingly handsome face. I kicked him in the side, but I was careful not to kill him. Really, it was more of a ‘nudge.’He rolled onto his side in response, wide-eyed and coughing. I was mildly relieved to note that he wasn’t coughing up blood or a lung or anything. After all, he hadn’t been trying to kidnap me, rape me or wear my skin like Buffalo Bill. He was just some run-of-the-mill mugger.Shattering his ribcage would’ve felt like overkill.I scooped up my purse, then went for his gun.The mugger panted, “How…?”I turned around, his gun in hand. I pointed it at him and said, “Gimme your wallet.”“What?” he blinked in obvious confusion.I winked and clarified, “I learned it by watching you. Now,” a harder edge crept into my voice, and I brandished the gun for emphasis, “Seriously, a girl’s gotta eat. Toss it on the ground and scoot the fuck against the wall, bitch.”Fumbling, he pulled an old leather bound wallet out of his jacket pocket and tossed it on the ground, expression going from fear to seething hatred. Even so, he pushed himself back against the wall.I gave him a winsome smile and said, “You’re such a gentleman to buy me dinner, and give me a present. I don’t think it’s my color, though.” I tucked his wallet into my purse, then popped the cylinder on the revolver and let the bullets fall to the ground.He watched them clatter around my feet in horrified fascination.I slipped one foot out of its shiny black ankle boot. Wouldn’t want to break it: nice shoes weren’t cheap, and nothing about my durability extended to my clothes. Then I dropped the gun onto the ground in front of me and finished, “And if you ever want a girl to say ‘yes’ again, get a real job.”Then I stomped on the revolver, shattering it.The look on his face was priceless.
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