He steps away from me, and I have to stop myself from panicking. I take my bag off and leave it against a wall. I feel like I’m about to faint as I walk toward the centre of the room.
The walls are a dark colour, somewhere between grey and pitch black. Towards the back corner there is some more red curtains. In front of them is a drink station. Adjacent to that, and either side of me there are the couches. Four men sat now. Two on either side, and the thief he’s standing at the drink table with his whiskey. I think he is the leader of the group.
“Tony, put some music on for the girl.” The man on the couch who spoke to me before snaps. A different man gets up and presses some buttons on the wall. Sultry music comes on.
I just pretend I’m alone, in my room, dancing. I let the music take me, swing my hips, from side to side. Move my body to the beat, to the rhythm. Slow and seductive. I let out my inner stripper, and belly-dancer all at the same time. As I flow with the song I get my hands and feel my way down from my breasts, to waists, sliding them from around my hips, down into the direction of my pussy. I wait for the beat to drop, so I can drop into a squat before letting them watch me come back up. If I’m going to do this I want to make it excruciating.
Coming back to reality I realise they’re getting excited. Their eyes piercing, mouths open, I’m surprised they’re not salivating. I slip my shoes off and throw them to the side of the room, along with my socks.
I take one strap down, then the other. Shimming my dress off as I dance. It slips over my bra, my breasts spilling over the top, swollen, and round. I push the dress down over my waist, smooth, and small. Before I get it over my round hips and ass. It falls down my legs and I’m standing there, lacy pink thong, black push-up bra. I thank the heavens that I shaved my pussy.
They start to lean forward now. Elbows on knees, leaning in so they don’t miss a thing. I just continue to dance as I was before. But less sensual, sexier. The music becomes faster and so do I. Shaking my ass, moving to it. I’m in my own little world.
I’m snapped out of it when the man who took my phone grabs me. “Okay that’s enough,” he says eyeing the other men down. As if to tell them to stay.
He pulls me behind the curtains into some kind of back room. I look around disoriented as he man handles me. He starts ripping off my bra and underwear. I stare back at him in disbelief, this was not part of the deal.
“You’re a dirty little slut aren’t you, pretending to be all innocent,” he snaps.
I’m stunned, and allow his hands to explore my body, groping me in my most sensitive places.
“I’m not pretending,” I finally speak up.
“Oh no, of course not, stripping for all my men out there, that’s not very innocent.” His hand comes down on my ass hard again.
“Why’d you do that!” I raise my voice, and he does it again.
“For being a dirty little girl,” he smirks down at me, as he begins to push me towards something. I’m walking backwards so I have no idea what’s going on. He spins me around hard and presses me into a table, my ass and pussy up in the air, on display for him.
“You told me if I entertain you, I’ll get my phone back charged, I just wanted to get out of here, this really isn’t my fault, it’s yours,” I shriek.
I hear nothing but his pants unzipping behind me. I see his belt placed on the table in my peripheral vision. My stomach drops and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
“Be a good girl, or I’m going to use my belt on you, understand?” He tells me, I stammer to answer. “Do you understand me little girl.”
“Yes Sir.”
Again, he doesn’t answer me but I feel his large cock pressing into me, before filling me up.
“Fuck you’re so tight, and wet for me.”
He can’t see but my cheeks turned a cherry red. He wraps my hair around his wrist, and pulls my head back.
“You have such a pretty face, even from this angle,” he groans as he fucks me.
His movements get harder, faster, and far more aggressive as time goes on. He lets go of my head so he can dig his fingers into my hips, and pin me down. It’s not like I’m trying to run.
His cock feels good inside me, its filling me, I haven’t had sex in months, and I don’t remember it being this good, this dirty. Against my own will I begin to get vocal. Calling out for him, ‘faster’ ‘harder’ ‘yes sir’. Like I’ve been possessed by some other girl.
“You like my cock in you don’t ya? Little whore.” His words are followed by another smack. I’m going to be so bruised tomorrow.
Eventually his movements slow, I start whining, begging him to keep going as he was. His hand comes under me and starts playing with my swollen clit. This sends me over the edge. I’m sure the whole club heard me.
“Good girl,” he praises as all I can do is try to regain my breathe. He pulls out of me and grabs me by the hair, twisting me around and forcing me to my knees. His cock forces its way into my mouth, I start sucking on his cock greedy, and before I know it, thick ropes of cum are in my mouth.
I must look alarmed because he stares down at me with hard eyes.
“Swallow it,” he commands. And I do.
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