The Fire Escape

I stand at the bar drinking the cocktails he places in front of me. I’m on my own but now and then he leans in close to stroke my face. He smiles at me, infatuated. He said he loved the way I could change the atmosphere in a room. So here I am – his mood noticeably uplifted. He slinks from behind the bar, grabs my hand and says he’s taking a break. He leads me to the fire escape and down the concrete steps. Pinned up against the frozen wall, his trousers round his ankles, he fucks me hard, pulls out quick and comes into his hand. He scrapes away his white emission on the concrete steps – pulls up his pants, kisses me hard, then continues to shake their drinks.