need to be sitting alone at the bar of a new club in town, looking obviously uncomfortable and kind of lost. i was supposed to meet my friends here, so i got all dolled up, wearing a skirt that doesn't leave much to the imagination, a skimpy top and heels, things i would never dream to wear usually, much less at a bar, but i thought with my friends it'd be okay. they all bailed on me though, so now i'm here feeling way too undressed and with no one to talk to. but i'm determined to have a nice night, even if im all by myself.
need to have a couple of girls watching me all evening from the other end of the bar, see me downing shot after shot in hopes the alcohol will help me relax, see me flirt in an embarrassingly bad way with the bartender, see me, obviously well inebriated, make my way to the floor and dance all alone, unsteady on my feet.
need them to notice all the people watching me and seize their chance before someone else snatches me away. they join me on the dancefloor, one in front and one behind, their hands respectfully reaching for my waist, my arms, but their eyes wandering all over my body. i'm all giggly and touchy, making heart eyes at them already. we chat a bit as we dance, until they ask if i'd like to come home with them for the night.
need them to both ride in front, leaving me in the backseat babbling away as they look at each other, silently agreeing on what to do with me. we drive for a while, and i don't pay attention to where we're going until they stop the car in the middle of nowhere, just empty fields and a desolate road around us. i'm not drunk enough not to get scared, so i ask why we're stopping and they don't answer, simply turn to look at me. i'm not sure if it's the light, or the booze making me see things, but they both almost look like wolves, eyes shining in the dark and teeth too long and pointy when they smile at me. "run," one of them say—snarls—, and my liquor-addled brain reacts on instinct. i'm running out of the car before i can think, unsteady on my legs and not helped by my heels. when i look back at the car, i freeze for a moment, blinded by the high beams.
like a deer in headlights.
the sound of slamming car doors breaks me out of my stupor, and i start running again. i can hear their footsteps pounding behind me as i flee. the night has only just begun.
[this is about t4t sex, op uses he/it pronouns]