Lola steadied herself with a hand against the brick wall while she squatted, shorts around her ankles. A small sigh of pleasure left her as she emptied her bladder onto the cobblestones of the back alley, when suddenly the back door of the bar opened and a man stumbled out and stared at her. Lola returned his stare with an aggressive frown. "Man, piss off! Shitter's fuckin' clogged."
The guy looked at her with unfocused eyes. "Hey, I'm j-just-- *urp* --out for a piss, too..!"

He pulled his pants down and began to hose the brick wall opposite Lola's hand. She stared at his cock, long and thick even when flaccid. His clothes made him look like a dickhead, but she wasn't interested in him for his brains. The guy groaned as he relieved himself, and more so when she stepped behind him and wrapped a hand around his pride. That was usually all it took.
"Wha'..?" The guy might be confused, but his cock wasn't. Even before the last drop of piss had left him, he was hard, and Lola barely had to tug at him before he turned around and grabbed her waist, turned her and thrust her face-first against the wall.

She was short, so she had to stand on her toes, but it was worth it to feel him press into her and fill her. His breath was rank, and it was impossible to ignore the stench of piss in the alley. Lola moaned as he began to pump at a fast, vigorous pace. No introductions were necessary, no foreplay needed. He was hard, she was wet and they were alone. Every thrust pushed her against the wall, and his grunts were met with her own as he pumped himself drunkenly into the wanton pussy that had fallen, quite literally, into his lap.

The guy was clearly too surprised with his fortune, and probably too drunk to boot, to do much of anything but hammer into her cunt with everything he had. Lola barely bothered to keep quiet, but seized the opportunity to reach down and rub two fingers against her clit. He reached around and began to ungently manhandle her left tit through her shirt, evidently enjoying the ample handful he was getting. It felt good, and a particularly deep thrust brought her incredibly close to her own climax when the guy suddenly gasped.

"I'm gonna cum! Ah, f-fuck..!"
Lola felt him pulling back, likely getting ready to blow his load across her ass. Resolutely, she slammed herself back on him and growled: "Don't you fuckin' dare, asshole..!"
But the words had barely passed her lips when she felt him grow and pulse in her, and he moaned heavily with his hands on her hips. Moments later, he pulled out and staggered a few steps backwards.

"Shit... uh, sorry.."
Lola sighed and bent down to pull up her denim shorts. "You're fuckin' useless. Fuck off."
The guy hesitated for a second, then pulled up his own pants and practically ran inside. Lola watched him go with a frown. Then she licked her fingers, still slick and pungent with her own juices, and went after him. There had to be someone in the bar who could keep up with her, but she had no problem getting out of the piss-stinking alley.

Yeah, hi. I'm Lola. You like my fuckin' prompt? Cool. I'm looking for someone to continue the scene with. Big freakin' surprise, right? I ain't too picky, but let's get this straight: I ain't interested in your fuckin' ego or your weird little kinks. Let's not make it more complicated than it has to be, alright? I'll suck your cock, let you fuck me at your place or wherever we find a few fuckin' minutes of peace and goddamn quiet. Or not; let 'em watch for all I care. I'll do anal too if you want, 'long as you help me get my rocks off, too.

But fuck off with your one-line responses. Can't hack writing a few paragraphs? Then go eat a dick, preferably your own. Put some fuckin' effort in, or get outta my sight. You don't gotta be freakin' Hemmingway, but you've seen my style; I won't abide some freeloadin' asshole tryin' to make me write their smut for 'em. Drop me a message, and let's talk.

And for the record, I'm not into piss. So don't even try.