Hayley watched as he quickly pushed his way through to the bathrooms at the far end of the club.  Then, taking a small packet from her clutch bag, she sprinkled the last of the powder into his drink and swizzled it round to ensure that no chalky remnants were visible.

They’d been talking on Tinder for a few days now.  He’d been very forward and suggestive from the start, saying she was exactly the type he went for.  Normally she’d have told him where to go, but she had needs too, requirements to be satisfied.

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