...The Night My Shift Ended Early...

I work nights at a local diner. It’s a small place with only one or two customers trickling in after midnight, and I often find myself alone there for hours on end. Lately, the quietude of those late-night shifts has been playing tricks on my mind. I’ll sit behind the counter, staring at my phone with nothing but an endless stream of notifications from apps that no one actually reads. Tonight was different though... A new customer walked in around 2 AM, let’s call him Alex. He seemed out of place; not really a diner sort of guy if you know what I mean. But he needed coffee and we were the only game in town at that hour. After serving him his drink, things got weird fast... I noticed Alex checking me out while I was pouring another cup for the last customer standing. When she left, it was just us again. He asked about staying open late and then... well, it went from awkward small talk to something else entirely without any clear transition. We ended up talking about kinks, his, mine, and eventually he invited me back to his place for some CNC roleplay. I hesitated but there was this part of me that said 'why not?' It wasn’t like I had anything better planned... So yeah, we did it... or rather, he did what he wanted and I let him. Kissing turned into rougher stuff, I’ll spare the gory details, but suffice to say, there were no hard feelings afterwards despite everything feeling so one-sided at first glance. When morning came around, Alex had left and I stayed another hour until my relief showed up. We never talked again about what happened that night... but every time I’m alone in the diner after hours, I wonder if maybe he remembers differently... It’s silly how much it haunts me still. I mean, we both said everything was consensual, no strings attached, and yet there’s this part of me that wonders if I did something wrong by letting him take control so thoroughly. Maybe one night doesn’t change anything... but it felt like a big deal at the time. Am I the asshole for agreeing to such an intense encounter? For being okay with it afterwards even though I knew it would probably never come up again?