Some guy had just slid into the seat next to Sam. She gave him a once over, deciding he was about average, maybe even a little below average with his disheveled hair, wrinkly short sleeve button-up, and boringly styled dress pants. She wondered why he even decided to come out for a Friday night on the town looking like that but decided it wasn’t her place to judge what other people had in their closets. As soon as he had sat down and placed his drink order, he started rambling to her, all the things she’d heard guys say a hundred times before. How she’s stunning and gorgeous and whether she’d like a dance.

Yes, Samantha or Sam, as she liked to be called, had heard it all before. Every cheesy pickup line or suave move from guys trying to get her attention. It was a little hard not to receive attention with the way that she looked; wavy auburn hair that crested just past her shoulders, wide eyes, a cute button nose, and a medium figure which she had to say she kept in pretty good shape. She had wrapped it all in a navy blue midi dress which accentuated everything and showed off her shoulders in an inviting way.

However, tonight Sam wasn’t looking for any attention; she simply wanted to enjoy a night to herself, drinking at her favorite bar to blow off the week’s pent-up steam. So, while the stranger was still talking about something that Sam had mostly tuned out at this point, she turned to tell him she wasn’t interested. Though as she did, he slid the candle that had previously been at her periphery directly in front of her and as he did, she felt the words die in her throat. It was strange how the simple movement of the flame into her line of sight had simply left her at a loss for what she was going to say next. She tried to regain her composure, but the stranger just kept rambling on and on in that low, smooth voice of his and as the candle flickered it just seemed so hard for Sam to really remember what she was trying to say. The stranger said something about watching the flame, about noticing how it danced with every movement around it. She watched it, each moment making everything feel just a bit fuzzier and harder to grasp. She watched the smoke rise off the flickering flame. She watched the wax slowly drop off the side where it had melted enough to simply slip away; down, down, down until it settled in a small pool at the base. She stared at that candle for what felt like hours. She let everything else just melt away, like the candle melting the wax into a sweet, sticky puddle. Eventually, the man across from her said something about leaving and, in her stupored state, Sam could only agree with the idea. She was just so ready to go home and sleep. Her wants of a peaceful night out were entirely forgotten, burned up by the candlelight she was still staring at. So the stranger paid for their drinks, thanked the bartender, and told her to take his arm as he walked out of the building.

Sam followed, still half listening to all the things he was saying, and only half paid attention when he told her to get in his car instead of walking back to her usual train stop to go home. She half listened to the strange man all the way back to his apartment, the lights of the city flashing by in her mind, reminding her of the candlelight which made her feel so warm inside. She didn’t remember the ride or the address as the man led her into an apartment complex on a side of town she rarely visited. She didn’t really remember him telling her that she was starting to feel hot, a blossoming born not of the alcohol in her stomach but somewhere lower on her body. She didn’t even really register when the stranger leaned over in the elevator and kissed her, heavy and needy, tongues swirling in each other's mouths. She didn’t recognize the number on the door, nor did she care when he told her to remove her dress. The garment crumpled to the floor, quickly followed by her bra and panties. She wasn’t really paying attention when he took her pert breasts in his hands and started playing with them, a small gasp escaping her lips when he started pinching her nipples. You know somewhere along the way she thinks he had told her to smile and so she did, a big silly grin now spreading out over her face. The thoughts of how weird it was that this stranger had invited her over just melted out of her head when his clothes dropped to the floor in a neat pile next to hers. Something else started melting out of her when the stranger told her to head to the bedroom with him. Sam was only half aware when he told her to place her head down and ass up, but she was fully aware of the moan that left her body when the stranger finally slipped his cock into her quivering pussy. The sensations roiling through her were her reward for listening to the man so distractedly the whole night, as were the sounds that involuntarily escaped her body. So she laid there, with a smile still on her face, even out of view, because the man had told her to and she couldn’t care less about him seeing it. She wasn’t interested in removing it because it felt so good to smile while getting her brains fucked out. He had told her it would after all.

Sam wasn’t really interested in anything right now except for the pleasure she got for being a good girl.