"It's not looking good for tonight, pal."

The bartender's words stirred you out of the trance you had fallen into, and you looked up from your drink. The restaurant was as busy as ever, but the bar, which was packed shoulder-to-shoulder what felt like just a few minutes ago, was deserted.

You came here every few weekends, getting a few overpriced drinks and hoping to get lucky and snag a table from a canceled reservation. This place was so exclusive that that was the only way you'd ever get close to the actual food.

This week, though, just like all the rest, it amounted to nothing. You thanked the bartender and asked to close your tab, mentally preparing yourself for the long walk back to your apartment.

Suddenly, though, something caught your eye. Someone, rather. There was a lone woman sitting a few seats down from you at the bar, and you couldn't help but steal a few glances at her. She was wearing a sharp, well-tailored suit, looking like she just stepped out of a C-suite meeting. Her bright red hair draped over her shoulders and back, pink streaks breaking up the striking color.

And... Jesus, her breasts were massive. You couldn't help but stare, at least for a second - it looked like the button on her shirt was hanging on for dear life. Despite yourself, you could feel your pants tightening as you couldn't help but imagine what that valiant button was hiding.

"You come here often?"

The voice caused you to jump, and when you realized it was coming from the woman you were just ogling, it made you flush red hot.

"My eyes are up here, by the way."

The admonishment sounded almost playful, though, and she followed it with a lilting giggle that sent an electric shock through your brain.

You worked up the courage to look at your sudden conversation partner, and -

Whoa. A huge scar cut across her face, running from her forehead, between her eyes, and past her nose and mouth off to the side. Despite that, though, she was beautiful. Her inviting eyes were framed by perfectly painted eyeliner and subtle eyeshadow, and her perfectly plump lips were dyed an adorable shade of pink, standing out against her strangely pale skin.

Great, now you've gone from staring at her breasts to staring at her lips. There was definitely something strange about this woman, but you were entranced by her all the same.

"My, my! Is there something on my face?"

She was toying with you, now. She probably was from the beginning, as soon as she caught you looking at her tits. You tried to stammer out an answer, but it was hopeless. Three sentences, and you were already at her mercy. Finally, tripping over yourself, you managed to spit out a response.

"N-n-no, I, you're just-... You're really pretty."

What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you say that? You don't even know this woman's name! Christ, she was probably about to whip out a can of pepper spray or something. You had to apologize before this got wor-

She cut off your anxious spiral with a charming laugh.

"So forward! You know, I'm not from around here. I wonder if all the men in this city are so bold…

I think you'll do very nicely."

Before you could ask what exactly she meant by that, she was standing up and telling the bartender she would cover your tab. You stood up too, almost automatically, not even trying to protest.

She grabbed your hand and began to lead you to the door. For some reason, her hand felt incredibly cold in yours. Maybe it was just because you were so nervous, but there was definitely something about her that didn't add up…

As if she could read your mind, she leaned in so close you could feel her breath on your ear as she whispered:

"I could use a little help warming up."

Oh God. Did she mean what you think she meant? Your cock hardened again as your face flushed even redder, but you didn't say a word. She led you by the hand out into the night, and there was already a car idling at the curb. The windows were completely blacked-out, and as she opened the door and led you inside, you felt her grab your ass and give it a squeeze.

Inside the car, there was a blacked out divider between the driver's seat and the passenger cabin. You went to go buckle your seatbelt, but you felt a cold hand grab yours again-

"You won't need that, darling."

She sounded different, now - much more assertive, like she knew she was in control of the situation and was relishing it. Before you could even process her words, she was on top of you. Her breasts, still straining against her suit, pressed into your chest as you felt all of her weight come down on you. Your cock, still hard from her teasing, started to rub against her still-clothed thighs as she looked down on you, her hair draping down and framing her face.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, and suddenly you felt overwhelmed with sensation. Her breasts were squeezed between you, and as she leaned further into the kiss, they only pressed tighter and tighter. As her lips glided against yours, you could taste her lipstick, and as you suddenly let out a moan, her tongue darted into your mouth and intertwined with yours. She started to grind against you, her crotch rubbing agsint the outline of your throbbing cock.

Almost automatically, you reached for her ass, barely able to grab onto it as your hips began to reflexively buck into her. She put one hand behind your head as she hungrily deepened the kiss, and her other hand reached down into her pants as she began to rub herself. You didn't even try to hold in the moans now, and as you felt pressure begin to build up between  your legs, you grinded even harder, desperate for some stimulation to reach your cock.

Her hand began to quicken, and she suddenly bit your lower lip and began to suck on it. You grabbed as much of her ass as you could and pulled, desperate to get closer to her, feeling her breasts squeeze harder and harder into you, pressing your lips together as you felt your cock finally pass the point of no return. Your hips thrusted forward as you grasped her body, and your mind went completely blank. The pleasure was overwhelming, the feeling of her body against yours, the bounce as you thrusted against her and her breasts squeezed, and suddenly you felt the warmth of the cum spreading around your crotch.

You continued to twitch as the aftershocks of the pleasure drained from your body, and as you slowed down and began to pant, she slowed down and withdrew her hand from her crotch as she realized what had happened.

"Oh my, did you cum already?"

She reached down into your pants and felt the patch of cum. You shivered as her freezing skin brushed against your hypersensitive head, and she withdrew her hand, strings of cum dripping from her fingers. She brought them up to her mouth and licked them clean.

"Can't let it all go to waste, now. There'll be much more where that came from, right?"

Your sudden finish seemed to have put a damper on things, and she reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lipstick. She pulled out a mirror as well, and began to fix herself up. All you could do was stare at her lips, trying to reconcile the sensations you were feeling just a moment ago with her already-tidied face and makeup. When she was done, though, she didn't put the lipstick away, and instead leaned back down and pulled up your shirt.

Before you could even process what was happening, she began to drag the lipstick across your bare skin. Was she writing something?

S-A-L-L-I-E. Sallie. Was that her name? You realized you STILL didn't know her name.

"Oh, don't mind me."

She flashed you an intoxicating smile, but her voice was low now, almost sinister.

"Just marking my property."