I am your typical good girl. You know the type – cute, sweet, and boring. Well, for my twenty-first birthday, I decided to change all that. It wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex, or even a fair amount of it, just none had been very eventful. I wanted to do something I would have never thought of before. This night had to be special. Memorable. I declined the offer to out with friends, and chose to go to a remote bar by myself. I was not entirely sure what I was going to do at this point. All I knew, it was going to be something different and unexpected.

As soon as I walked into Murphy’s bar, I knew the evening was going to be just that. The lights were very low which helped to conceal the fact that the bar had seen better days. The men in the bar were also a lot rougher looking than I was accustomed to.

There were very few women in the place. I definitely stood out. I was wearing a tight, short skirt, white blouse minus bra, stockings, and heels. With faked confidence, I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. There was no turning back now.

I flirted with the bartender for awhile but he was not what I was looking for. I didn’t just want sex; I wanted something totally new and exhilarating. Even though, that still didn’t stop me from giving him quick views down my open shirt.

Before long, a man, maybe in his early thirties, came over and sat down.