Lily was twenty-two. She had long black hair, soft white skin, and big round boobs that always pushed against her tight tops. Her bras were always black or red lace because she liked how they made her feel dirty and pretty at the same time. That night she wore a small black bra under a thin white shirt and a short skirt that showed her smooth thighs. Her pussy was already wet before she even walked into the bar. She didn’t know why. Maybe she was looking for trouble. Maybe she was looking for a man who would hurt her the right way.

The bar was dark, smoky, loud music, cheap drinks. Lily sat alone at a corner table, legs crossed, sipping something sweet. Her nipples were hard under the bra, poking the shirt a little. Men looked. She liked being looked at. But none of them came close until Jack.