The bathroom at the bar was in a hidden little dark corner in the back.
She had just come out.
A man, easily a head taller than her, stood between her and the rest of the bar.
“Hello,” he said, and put his hand on her shoulder.
She was shocked. What the fuck was he doing?
He stepped even closer to her and slid his hand into her shirt to fondle a breast.
Her mouth worked around her tongue, dumbfounded.
“Why are you touching me?” she whispered. She had intended it to be louder than that…
“Why aren’t you stopping me? Have you asked yourself that?”
“N- Yes…” She didn’t know why she couldn’t move. But there was no resistance from her. Her arms felt limp. Her head reeled.
“And you don’t know.” That hand moved down her body and slid into the waistband of her pants, cupping her pussy.
Too much. She wanted to scream. Her mind felt…
“I don’t know,” she said, and watched her body stand there, dumbly, as if from a distance.
His fingers pushed her panties aside.
“You have no idea what’s going on, do you?”
She felt disconnected from her body, disconnected from everything. The man’s fingers should be making her panic, this whole thing was so fucked up and yet she just stood, passively, let him fondle her lips and clit.
“Well, better me than some random creep, right?”
You are some rand…
“Yes,” she said.
That made sense.
“I knew you’d see it my way.”
The world fuzzed around the edges. Her mind slowed as fingers stroked her.
She should run.
She should scream.
“This is perfectly normal.”
It was perfectly normal how he rubbed her clit like this.
The moment slowed.
“We should go back to my place.”
He withdrew his hand and caressed her cheek with it.
She should have wanted to slap him.
She wanted to follow his hand.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
He was the only thing she saw.
He walked away.
Her body stumbled to follow.