Try and ditch Terrie. You don't like stalkers
From Create Your Own Story
You abruptly rise and stalk out of the bar. Terrie tags along.
"You can't get rid of me that easily," she giggles. She wraps one arm around you from behind and rubs your crotch through your pants with her other hand.
As much as you don't like her, her rubbing is making your pole stiff.
"This would just be a one-time deal?" you ask.
"Oh, I don't know," Terrie grins. "If you're good enough in bed I may just keep you."
