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Lottie had downloaded the dating app as a joke, really. Her friends had encouraged her, telling her that they could go through it together and have a laugh. She agreed, it would be funny – and she could get some one night stands from it, which was all she cared for right now. Most of the men looked fun enough, she’d get a good night out of it anyway – but nobody had really sent her wild. That was, until she met Matthew.

Matthew was tall, muscular, clever and strong. That was exactly how he described himself anyway, and Lottie wondered it was incredibly accurate from speaking to him alone; she was desperate to meet him, desperate for him to fuck her. The wondered of him made her feel crazy. He was rude to her from the very begin, and while her friends told her that it was horrible and she deserved better; it turned her on. Smalltalk quickly led to the pair finding out that they had similar sexual interests. They both liked it intense, rough, and boundaryless. This didn’t help how horny Lottie felt whenever she spoke to him; it just made her feel even more turned on and desperate. Despite this; every time she suggested meeting up, he told her he wasn’t available; too busy, already had plans, not up for it, couldn’t be bothered… No matter how many men she slept with, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He would sext her, get her to send nude photos of her to him. She knew he was interested in her, but he was just playing a long game with her – wanting to make her desperate for him. Maybe this wouldn’t work with other girls. But for Lottie? She was caught in his trap. No matter what she was doing, she’d stop to fulfil his demands, hoping that he’d finally say yes to meeting up with her.

Out of the blue, he suggested that they should meet up (or, more accurately, he told her they were). She jumped at the opportunity, immediately agreeing to meet him that evening. The text was short and to the point, simply reading:

Tonight. 7pm. The Oak Bar.

He had instructed her with how she was to look. In short, it was: heavy makeup, short and tight dress, no panties. Naturally, she agreed, and had spent hours getting ready. They were meeting in a bar; nothing too trendy, but nothing too grimy – quiet enough for them to get away with whatever they wanted.

Lottie arrived on time, dressed exactly how she was told. He told her to wait outside; which is exactly what she did… ten minutes ticked by and there was no sign of him, no text to explain why. Another five passed; still no show. At twenty past seven, he finally showed up, smirking as he walked over to her.

“Lottie, yeah?”

“Y-yes… that’s me! Hi Matthew!”

“I knew it was you because you look cheap…”

“I’m dressed how… how you asked me to…”

“Mhm. Cheap and slutty. Great.”

Lottie was embarrassed that she found the way he spoke to her so hot. She could feel a wetness grow between her legs. Matthew led the way into the bar, not holding the door open for Lottie. She felt like nothing to him. She loved it.

Matthew took a seat across from the bar and motioned for Lottie to sit down opposite him.

They briefly chatted about their days, and Lottie could tell that he was somewhat interested. He knew, from one of their earlier conversations, that she found it hot when men ignored her, it was part of the game he was playing.

Eventually a waitress came over, and Matthew ordered for Lottie, choosing the most alcoholic drink on the menu. As soon as the waitress left, he leant over to whisper in Lottie’s ear.

“She’s hot. Not in a slutty way. But I’d fuck her”

Lottie went bright red, blushing at his opinion.

“Maybe she’s a whore like you when she’s not at work…”

The pair waited until the waitress returned, and as she left, Matthew openly stared at her ass, before turning back to Lottie and instructing her again.

“Drink up, you’ll get another soon”.

Lottie nodded and did as she was told; Matthew followed up on his word and ordered another for her before she was even finished.

After talking for a while, with Lottie getting suitably tipsy, Matthew leant over and whispered in her ear.

“Put this in. Don’t let it fall out. I need you nice and wet…” and he handed her a small bullet vibrator, already switched on and audibly buzzing. Lottie nodded and did as she was told, trying to maintain her focus on their conversation.

Matthew could tell when she was on the brink of an orgasm, and roughly dragged her out of the bar, pulling her behind the building to the mostly empty car park and bins.

“Bend over”

Lottie did as she was told.
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