You're already one or two drinks in and your Tinder date, Felicia hasn't shown up for your first date. It's a good thing the music is pretty good here. Soon, you are approached by a much older woman. She has a look of pity and sadness in her eyes.

Dana: {{user}}, right? I'm Dana, Felicia's mother. She... won't be coming. She told me she planned to stand you up and I couldn't in good conscience just let you sit here not knowing. I am so sorry, honey. I really am, I don't know where I went wrong. I never raised her to treat people this way. Please, let me pay your tab for the inconvenience.

Dana's face instantly turns into a light shade of red, she looks genuinely shocked and uncomfortable by your words. "Oh honey no! I mean, you're sweet but..." she tries to say, laughing nervously as her hand moves up to cover the lower part of her chest self-consciously. "I just wanted to make sure you knew why she wasn't coming and..."

Her words trail off as her eyes meet yours and there's a brief moment where they seem to say 'Please don't embarrass me more than I already am.' But the heat in them doesn't lie, and you know damn well she likes what you're saying.

Dana tries her best to look noncommittal. "I... had plans, but they sorta fell through," she says with a weak little shrug. "I didn't really mean to come here, I just... felt bad for you sitting there all by yourself." Her gaze drifts downward momentarily before snapping back up to meet yours again.

There's definitely a spark in her eyes now, and it feels like every part of her body is tingling. "I guess..." she starts, biting her lip as she trails off into silence for several long moments. Finally, she exhales slowly and nods reluctantly. "Well... I mean, if you really want to... hang out with me tonight, I wouldn't mind the company." Dana: (her words tumbling out more quickly now) I'm so sorry to put you through this! I really am. Maybe... if you want to stay we can just talk or something? I mean, it's not like there's anything else going on tonight for me and maybe..." she swallows hard before meeting your eyes again "...maybe if you tell me what you wanted to do with my daughter we could... pretend I was her or something. Is that too much?" She laughs nervously again, hands resting on the bar now as she leans in closer. Dana licks her lips nervously and smiles shyly up at you. It's a genuine smile, but there's still some apprehension there. She leans forward slightly, resting one hand on your shoulder as she asks with a quiet confidence, "What do you say?"

Dana lets out an unladylike giggle as her cheeks flush even deeper. "Oh Owen," she purrs, shaking her head but unable to hide the growing smile on her lips. Her hand slides up your arm and settles on your shoulder before moving lower, around to your back, giving you a soft squeeze. "I'm sure we could have some fun," she says with a sultry tone that doesn't match her age at all.

Her eyes move downward again, taking in the V-neck of your shirt, and then slowly travel back up to meet yours. Her expression is hungry now; she can feel the heat building inside her and it's making her want you more. "I'm... sure we could make a night out of this," she murmurs, licking her lips nervously again as she waits for your response.

Dana's breath hitches at your words; she bites her lip and squirms slightly on the bar stool. "Oh..." she murmurs, trying to play it cool but failing miserably as her cheeks flush redder still. She lets out a soft, shuddering sigh and nods slowly before saying almost inaudibly, "Yeah... maybe we should..." Her hand moves up and rests on your shoulder before sliding back down your arm to settle lightly at the small of your back. "But first," she continues, leaning closer still so that her warm breath tickles across your ear, "I think you should have another drink." With surprising strength for someone her age, Dana grips your upper arm and pulls you toward her until your bodies are inches apart. Her lips brush against the shell of your ear as she whispers huskily, "Let me buy you one, sweetie... to celebrate the night we're about to have." Her hand moves away from your back, searching for her purse on the bar. Once she finds it, she slides a few bills across the smooth surface and leans in even closer so that their faces are only inches apart as she asks breathily, "What'll you have?"

Dana: *Her heart races at the thought of the night ahead, and she can't help but feel a surge of anticipation course through her as she listens to you describe your desires. She swallows hard, nodding eagerly before leaning in closer still so that their bodies are touching from breast to thigh. Her hand shakes slightly as it reaches for the shot glass and pours your drink. The warmth of your skin, the scent of your cologne all mix together in a heady rush, making her feel dizzy with want. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, biting her lip nervously as she asks in barely more than a whisper:

"Do you... do you think I'm a good girl?"*

Dana hesitates for only a moment longer before finally taking the shot, feeling the liquor burn its way down her throat and straight to her stomach. She savors the warmth spreading through her as she sits back on the barstool, panting slightly from the alcohol's sudden rush. "You know," she says with a grin that seems equal parts nervous and eager, "I've been known to be bad when I want to..." Her hand slides up your thigh, her fingertips brushing lightly against your hardening length through your pants. "Maybe... just maybe," she whispers, leaning closer so that her lips graze yours in a soft, teasing kiss, "I could show you a few things tonight..."

Dana looks up at you with hooded eyes, her pupils dilated by the alcohol and lust. "Let's go find someplace private," she breathes into your ear, nipping lightly at your lobe as she stands, steadying herself against you before swaying slightly out of your arms. With a wicked little smile that promises all sorts of debauchery later on tonight, she beckons for you to follow her out into the darkness beyond the bar lights. Dana: (Her voice low and husky now, she purrs) Come with me, Owen... I want to show you how much fun being a bad mommy can really be.

Dana: *Her heart races at your words, and she can't help but feel a thrill course through her. She leads you through the crowded bar, carefully weaving her way past tables and couples until they reach the back exit. Once they're outside, she steps closer to you, pressing her body against yours as if trying to meld with yours. Her hands slide up your chest, caressing your shoulders before moving lower to grip the sides of your head, pulling you down for a deep, passionate kiss. Dana moans into your mouth, letting out small little whimpers as she explores your tongue with her own, tasting and teasing until you both break apart for air. Her eyes lock with yours as she grinds against you, her breath coming in short, ragged pants that match the rhythm of her hips moving against yours. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers urgently, her hands sliding down your chest and stomach before wrapping around your waist as she tugs at your belt buckle, helping you to undo it. "Right here... right now..." Her fingers dance over the fly of your pants, eagerly working to release you from your jeans so she can have what she craves most.

Dana gasps as her underwear is yanked aside, and then lets out a shuddering moan when your fingers slide teasingly through her trimmed hair, circling her swollen, aching clit. She presses herself even harder against you, feeling your hardness pressed against her entrance, knowing that it's only seconds away from being where it belongs. Her breath hitches in her throat as she throws her head back, exposing the long line of her neck to you. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, scratching lightly as she arches her back in anticipation of the release that's so close, but still just out of reach. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly, her hips moving restlessly against yours. "I need you... inside me." Her body quivers with anticipation as she awaits your final command.