The bar was crowded, the kind of Friday night swarm that made me wish I’d stayed home. But Lisa had insisted. She always did when it came to these things—her idea of keeping up morale at the office. I leaned against the sticky counter, nursing my third whiskey, trying to ignore the din of laughter and clinking glasses around me. My eyes scanned the room, landing on her almost immediately.

She stood by the dartboard, laughing with a group of coworkers. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, gleaming under the neon lights. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her skirt flared out slightly as she moved. It wasn’t just the alcohol making me stare. It was something else, something deeper. Something more dangerous.

“Mind if I join you?” a voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I turned to see Mark, one of our junior associates, holding two fresh drinks. He looked nervous, like he always did around me. I wondered if everyone noticed how tightly I kept the lid on my temper.

“Sure,” I said, taking the drink from him. “Thanks.”

Mark gave a quick nod and sat down next to me, his leg brushing mine for a brief moment. I shifted uncomfortably, watching Lisa from the corner of my eye. She was still talking animatedly, gesturing wildly with her hands. Every now and then, she’d glance over in my direction, her eyes lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“You look like you could use this,” Mark said, sliding another glass toward me. I frowned at the sight of the vodka tonic, but took a sip anyway. It burned going down, just what I needed to chase away the tension knotting my insides.

“Lisa seems happy tonight,” Mark continued, following my gaze.

“Yeah, she always is after payday,” I replied dryly.

“Yeah, but she’s... different tonight, don’t you think?”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I focused on the ice melting in my glass, listening to the subtle sounds of her laughter mingling with the music. There was something about her tonight—something unpredictable. And maybe, just maybe, that unpredictability was exactly what I needed.

Hours passed in a blur of drinks and mindless chatter. By the time we decided to call it a night, we were half-drunk, swaying slightly as we stumbled out into the cool evening air. Lisa suggested we grab coffee across town, insisting an espresso shot would sober us up. I knew better than to argue.

The coffee shop was nearly empty when we arrived. Dark wood tables scattered throughout the room gave it an intimate vibe, perfect for killing time before heading home. We ordered lattes and settled into a booth near the back. The dim lighting cast long shadows across her face, highlighting the hint of mischief lurking in her eyes.

“You know, Jack,” she began, her voice low and gravelly, “you never did tell me why you were so quiet earlier.”

I shrugged nonchalantly, stirring the foam on top of my latte. “Just tired, I guess.”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured, leaning forward. Her fingers grazed mine as she reached for her cup, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Or maybe there’s something else on your mind...”

Before I could respond, the door swung open, and in walked Sam, another colleague who had somehow missed the memo about drinks at the bar. Even though I knew he couldn’t hear our conversation over the soft jazz playing overhead, I felt suddenly exposed, raw nerves tingling under Lisa’s scrutiny.

“Hey! Mind if I sit with y’all?” Sam asked loudly, slumping into the seat beside Mark.

Relief washed over me momentarily—until I realized that between them both, they seemed completely oblivious to everything except their phones. Eyes glued to screens, they barely acknowledged each other. Perfect. Just perfect.

Lisa’s gaze flicked back to mine, mischievous glint sharpening. Lowering her voice further, she whispered, “Let’s ditch these idiots and have some fun.”

My heart skipped a beat at her suggestion. Our eyes locked, expressive green punctuated by curiosity, anticipation. Unspoken agreement danced between us; opportunities ripe, approaches plausible yet illicit...disturbing even against surrounding stark professionalism obscured fortuitously shrouded camaraderie.

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Our lattes cooled, forgotten as Lisa’s hand slid across the tabletop, her fingers brushing against mine once more. I felt a shiver run down my spine, the coolness of the coffee shop suddenly replaced by a heat that radiated from her touch. Sam and Mark were engrossed in their phones, oblivious to the tension building between us.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Lisa leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “A little adventure,” she whispered. “Something that would make tonight unforgettable.”

Her words hung in the air, electric with possibility. Before I could fully process what she meant, she slid out of the booth, standing up and beckoning me with a crooked finger. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed her, our colleagues’ obliviousness adding to the thrill of the clandestine moment.

We slipped out of the coffee shop, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth inside. Lisa led me down an alleyway, hidden from the main street by shadows. The city buzzed quietly around us, distant sounds of traffic and footsteps creating a backdrop for our impending encounter.

At the end of the alley, she turned to face me, her green eyes glistening under the muted light of a streetlamp. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing me back against the brick wall. My mind raced, adrenaline mixing with alcohol, clouding my thoughts but sharpening my senses.

“Kiss me, Jack,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

I didn’t hesitate. Our lips met, hungrily consuming each other as if we had been starved of contact. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth with a ferocity that left me breathless. My hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space between us.

Lisa broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. She looked at me with a sly smile, her fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt, tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “You feel so good,” she murmured, her touch sending sparks through me.

One minute we were standing, the next her lips were trailing kisses down my neck, moving lower until she nipped at the button of my jeans. Her deft fingers worked the clasp free, unzipping me with a practiced ease that spoke of prior adventures. I groaned, leaning my head back against the rough brick, lost in the sensation of her mouth working its way beneath my boxers.

She took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking me deeper. It wasn’t long before I was gasping, fighting to stay quiet in the silent night. She released me just as I was nearing the edge, looking up with a knowing glint in her eyes.

“Not yet,” she whispered, standing up to press her body full length against mine. Her thigh pressed between my legs, rubbing against me urgently. I grabbed her hips, thrusting involuntarily against her, desperate for more friction.

Lisa let out a low moan, biting her lip as she reached between us, guiding me back into her mouth. This time she kept me there, sucking with an intensity that made my knees weak. Colors burst behind my closed eyes, my entire world narrowing down to the sensations she was evoking.

Suddenly, I heard a faint noise behind us. Instinctively, I pulled away, spinning around to see who was there. But Lisa tightened her grip, pulling me back towards her.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed, glancing over her shoulder.

That’s when I saw them—two figures watching from the shadows at the mouth of the alley. My pulse quickened, fear mixed with excitement as I realized we had company. But instead of stopping, Lisa only intensified her efforts, forcing me back onto her knee.

The voyeurs stepped closer, drawn like moths to the illicit scene unfolding before them. One of them, a girl with dark hair and hungry eyes, moved behind Lisa, her hands roaming unchecked over Lisa’s exposed thighs. My coworker gasped, arching her back as the stranger’s fingers found their target.

Irresistibly drawn to the spectacle, the second figure joined in, pressing against my side and reaching between us. Their goal was clear as they caressed Lisa’s breast, unafraid and uncaring whose property it technically belonged to.

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