The gas station's neon lights cast an eerie glow on the late-night scene. A young woman, her heart pounding, feels a sudden, rough hand on her thigh as she leans down to grab a pack of cigarettes. She freezes, her breath hitching as fingers trail up her skirt, finding the edge of her panties. Her coworker, a tall, broad-shouldered man, stands behind her, his breath hot on her neck. He doesn't speak, just explores her, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. She knows she should stop him, but her body betrays her, arching into his touch, silently begging for more.