Chicken out and get out of here.
From Create Your Own Story
"Uh," you stammer, standing up and surprising the four men at the table. "I gotta go."
You rise, and feel your face turn bright red as they chuckle.
"Have a good night," the guy in the wifebeater calls to your back as you head for the stairs. You rush, feeling dumb at having reacted so extremely to the men, but it took you aback. Horny or not, it was too much. You hit the steps, barely able to see where you're going and a little dizzy from the drink. Half way down, you slam right into someone.
"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.
You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up. The stairwell has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.
You take in a breath, feeling a bit wobbly and a lot horny.
"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again.
You say...
