From Friend to Fucktoy in 10 Seconds
"You have to the count of ten to say no," he said looking down on her where she sat on his toilet. Her head spun as he started slowly counting. It was the middle of the night, she thought she had been so quiet. She knew she should not have used the key but she had just had the one drink and she did not feel nearly drunk enough to expose her backside to the icy cold outdoors. It was what the key was for after all, emergencies. Sure, it was supposedly more of the 'I locked myself out, please...