Another lousy lay. Fiona thought to herself as she made her escape from Brad’s what’s-his-face’s bedroom. She only remembered his first name because the whiskey dicked frat boy wouldn’t stop tracing it on her engorged clit with his short stubby tongue.
Making her way down the street, it seemed there would be no release for her tonight. Suddenly Fiona felt eyes watching her as she wiggled into her slim Charmeuse dress. Scanning her surrounding she was met with two steel blue eyes devouring her from across the street.
Screw it. What’s one more nameless fuck? She thought as she crossed the road toward the unknown male.