The bass from the club speakers still thumped through the thin walls when he dragged me into the men’s room, the door slamming behind us. Strobe lights flickered under the gap, painting his ripped abs in red and blue. I was already soaked from dancing, tiny black dress riding up my thighs, no panties. He didn’t waste a second—grabbed my throat, pinned me to the cold tile wall, and crushed his mouth on mine. His tongue tasted like whiskey and sin.
I was chilling in my apartment when my phone buzzed. Nihal, the hot 20-year-old Turkish girl next door with long black hair, perky tits, and a tight ass that always teased in yoga pants, texted: “Come over now. Door’s open.” My cock twitched instantly. I bolted out, heart pounding, and slipped into her place. The lights were low, just a lamp glowing in the living room