A hot guy hits on you.

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Status: Club Clothed and Cool

You head for the bar. Just as you get there, you feel a hand lightly touch your arm. Then a male voice says in your ear, "Can I buy you a drink?"

You turn to look at the person who is speaking. He's tall, and has dark hair and blue eyes. He is about your age, and looks to be in great shape. He's wearing jeans and a loose oxford shirt. You smile. "Hi," you say.

"So, what about that drink?"

You nod. "Yes."

You go over to the bar. He buys you a drink each, and you grab seats at a table near the back exit. When you are both sitting, he says, "I'm Bill."

You tell him your name. "Have you ever been here before?" he says.

You shake your head. "First time."

"Well, I think you'll like it."

You talk and finish your drinks. You like Bill, you like him a lot, and he seems to like you. You hope things will go somewhere more than just a conversation. This is why, when he says, "Let's get out of here and go somewhere a little quieter," you agree.

You slip out of the nightclub and duck into an alley a block away. As soon as you are far enough in the alley that no one can see you, you grab Bill in your arms and kiss him. Then, when you pull away, you start to take your clothes off.

Since you aren't wearing that much, undressing doesn't take long. In a matter of a minute or so, you are naked. You smile at Bill and say, "Your turn." Only then do you see the gun in his hand.

"What are you doing?" you say.

"Give me all your money," Bill says.

You take the money out of your pocket and give it to him. Bill takes it, looks at the wad of bills in his hand. "This isn't that much," he says. "Do you have a phone?"

You shake your head. "I didn't bring it with me."

"What about your clothes? How much are they worth?"

"Couple hundred dollars."

"Give them to me. Shoes, too."

You don't want to, but one look at the gun in Bill's hand convinces you you don't have a choice. You bundle up your clothes and hand them to Bill. He takes them. "Thanks, darling," he says. "Sorry to do disappoint you, but just remember its not you."

"What are you going to do now?" you say.


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