Dean had forgotten the name of the bar. It didn't really matter though. Tomorrow morning he would be gone from this town anyway. He looked around. They were many people out together this evening. He didn't know half of them. Some of them were friends of the other wrestlers he was out with and some of them had just joined in on their party that had been going on for several hours now.
He felt her eyes on him again and looked up to meet her gaze. He had no idea who she was friends with or why she was part of their party but she had been there for over two hours now, sitting across from him at the same table. Grizel. That was her name. They had talked here and there during the hours she had been there but the only thing that stuck in his mind was her name. Grizel.
As he looked in her eyes again, he still knew what he knew the moment she sat down across from him. She was gonna be his prize for tonight. He wasn't even questioning it. It was a fact in his head. No one ever turned him down and neither would she. He just needed to figure out how to get her alone, away from everyone around them. He would do unspeakable things to her, have her moan in his ear, feel her shiver as he pumped into her.
He emptied his beer and put the bottle down. He knew he shouldn't be drinking anymore. He had already had too much and if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to perform tonight and he couldn't have that. He had made up his mind. He wasn't gonna go to bed later with a loaded gun in his pants.
She leaned to the side to talk to her friend and he was pretty sure they were talking about him. Why wouldn't they? He was one of the most famous people at the table. Yeah, there were other wrestlers too but he knew how women normally flocked around him. He had no doubt in his mind that they wouldn't be like everyone else.
She got up from her chair and started walking. Her eyes met his briefly as she walked past him and towards the toilets. That had got to be an invite. She wanted him to join her down there. He looked around to see if anyone had caught on but no one seemed to look in his direction. He waited a couple of seconds before getting up and discreetely making his way towards the toilets as well.
He waited outside for her to finish. He looked back in the direction where he had just come from. No one seemed to notice he was standing in the back, waiting for the door to be unlocked and for her to invite him in.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile as he heard the lock on the door click. He turned around and just as she opened the door, he quickly pushed her back and stepped inside, closing and locking the door again.
"What the fuck?" She blurted out. "Dean?"
She walked backwards as he stalked towards her, that little smile still planted on his face. She couldn't get far. The room was small and soon she fould herself up against the sink. He was right in front of her in no time, his hands landing on her hips.
"I've seen the way you've looked at me all night, Grizel," he said.
He started pulling up her dress. She put her hands on his as she tried to stop him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Come on, don't you think it's a little too late to play hard to get now?" He asked.
He tried pulling her dress up again and her nails dug into the skin on his hands as she tried to make him stop.
"Dean, please, stop. You got it all wrong," she tried but he seemed deaf to her plea.
In no time he had her dress all the way up to her hips, exposing her underwear to him. She was starting to get really scared and she put her hands on his chest as she tried to push him away.
"Stop!" She cried.
He was getting angry. Why would she have led him on all evening just to turn him down this close to the prize. He wouldn't stand for it. Such a tease. No one teased him and got away with it.
"You little cunt!" He sneered.
He spun her around so fast that she didn't even get a chance to catch on what was happening at first. He pushed her forward over the sink, his hand on her head as he pushed it up against the mirror. Her breath landed on the mirror, making it all foggy, as she continued begging him to stop.
"Such a fucking tease!" He sneered.
He grabbed her underwear with his other hand and tore it off her in one swift move. She tried pushing backwards to get away but he was way stronger than her and his hand on her head kept her in place. As she heard him open his pants, her tears started falling.
"Please," she tried one last time but he wasn't listening.
She lost her voice two seconds later as he forced himself inside her. Her tears kept falling but no sound escaped her mouth. She just closed her eyes and hoped it would be over soon as he grunted behind her, constantly pushing himself into her. He let out a growl and then he stood still.
He pulled out of her and she opened her eyes. Was it over now? Was he done?
"Damn it, Grizel, you're one sexy lady," he said.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Didn't he realize what he had just done? She heard him fix his pants and then felt him pull down her dress afterwards. He spun her around again and his lips landed on hers for a quick kiss.
"That was good. You're really something else, inviting me down here for some quick fun. I like a girl like you," he said.
She had no idea what to answer so she just nodded, hoping he would accept it and go away. He kissed her one more time and then he walked over to unlock the door and walk out again.
She wiped her face clean of tears and got her breathing under control before she walked over to the door too. He was back in his seat, smiling with another beer in his hand, talking to whoever he was sitting next to. She just hurried over to the table, grabbed her purse and got the hell out of there before anyone saw what a mess she was.