She took a fistful of my hair and she pulled my head backward, toward her, until my back was arched and my face was touching hers. Still standing behind me on the dance floor, she brushed her lips on the tender skin of my cheeks, up to my right ear, and whispered: "I think you are in trouble, girl."
I could not see her clearly, and I did not dare turn my head, but I knew exactly who had grabbed me so firmly and would not let me go. I had spotted her right away, the minute I entered this all-dyke Halloween party. How could I have missed her? There were still a few tables left, but she was just standing there, tall and fierce, in full Halloween butch attire. Only, it did not look like a costume on her. Tonight, she was the knight, dressed in leather and metal, and from her looks, one could tell she was prepared to face the dragon. Or the slutty damsel.
Feeling whorish in my saloon girl costume, I was there, dancing, showing off, revealing half of my tits, the tender skin between the upper band of my fishnet stockings and the seam of my underskirt, which I had rolled up and clipped up each thigh until it barely hid my crotch. The corset that was cinching my waist was putting all the attention on my pulled out buttocks and my pushed up breasts. My outfit made me look like an old fashion whore and made me move and dance like a genuine slut.
She had spotted me too; I knew it from the look on her face. She just stared at me calmly, confidently, as if she knew from the start that she would get me in her bed tonight. Her features remained undecipherable, but I could see her eyes following me as I moved about the room, going to the bar and coming back with a drink, getting up and jumping on the dance floor. All along the way, I knew there were greedy, butchy eyes studying me.
My friends did not feel like dancing, so I joined the wiggling lesbian crowd all by myself. Alone with a hundred of sexy dykes moving to the same beat, I could feel the sexual surge all around me, the collective desires of dozens of horny women, and the deep thrust of techno music into my willing body. Strong rhythms arouse me, and I feel as if I could make out right there on the spot if I met my match on the dance floor.
I knew she was watching. I could sense her. I was not looking at her; my back was turned to her, but still, I was dancing for her, and for her I was moving my ass and rolling my hips and shaking my breast, revealing more of my skin with every step.
"You are a very slutty girl," she said, still holding my hair. She pressed her body to my butt, rubbing herself against my whore's outfit. I resumed dancing, but I could not move much with her holding me so tightly. Finally, she added: "Perhaps you thought you could get away with teasing me the way you did, but girl, I've got news for you." She let go my hair, grabbed the back of my neck with her strong, gloved hand, sending shivers down my whole body. Again, she pressed her mouth to my ear and said: "Do you want to follow me to see what I do with slutty girls who tease me?" The tone of her voice, the inflexibility of her grip made me weak in the knees. Without a word I let her guide me across the dance floor.'
I was led outside of the big hall, to a smaller room that was not used for the party. The tables and chairs had been piled up randomly in a corner, and the whole place was covered in dust. She turned me around and pushed me against the closest wall, and she stayed there, one meter away from me, staring at me. She was not holding me, I could have run away if I had wanted to, but I didn't move, of course, and remained with my back to the cold surface, staring back. I knew I had a defiant look in my eyes. Looking at her watching me, I felt sluttier than ever.
"Lift up your skirt, slut, so I can have a full view of what you've been trying to show me all night long." I raised my silken underskirt. "Higher," she said, "so I can see your goodies." I pulled on the skirt, aware that, since I had not bothered to put on some panties that night, she could see my bare sex, my pussy that had been more and more moist from the moment she got close to me on the dance floor. Now, following her orders, I had the impression that it was dripping wet.
She gave an appreciative nod. "Spread your legs, and show me that cunt of yours. Wider, I know you can do it, can't you, whore? I bet you do this all the time." I caught myself moaning as she said that, and my head went light. Holding my skirt, I opened my legs and I stared at her with a seductive half-smile. "Put one hand between your legs and open your slut's lips for me." I knew I should not do that; I should not expose my sex in front of that stranger, in that public place where anybody could have shown up at any moment. However, I obeyed. I spread my legs even wider and, bending my knees a little bit, I put my fingers between my thighs. Oh, my pussy was indeed very wet, and this was all making me quite horny. Suddenly, I wanted her to fuck me right then and right there, to take me like a female in heat, to screw me like a bitch.
She took two steps closer to me, her body almost touching mine. "Take out your tits, they're almost showing anyway." Complacently, I lowered the short sleeves of my blouse, and I showed my breast. "Raise your arms over your head." Again, I obeyed. "That's a good girl. Now, don't make a single move," she ordered. She leaned over toward me, with her hands on each side of my body, with her face just one millimeter from mine. She moved her lips over my cheeks, my chin, my mouth, without touching me. "You know what we're gonna do, hon?" she said, still teasing me with her mouth. "We're gonna teach the little whore a lesson she won't forget. What do you think?" I sighed as my head started spinning again.
Her mouth moved from my face to my neck, where I could feel her hot breath, then to my tits. I wanted to move, to reach for her mouth, but I knew better. "And why exactly am I going to teach you a lesson, tell me?" She was moving her mouth from my nipple to the other, still not touching me. I was desperate to feel her touch. Suddenly, with her two hands, she reached up, took my nipples and pinched them cruelly. "I asked you a question, whore. Why do you need a lesson exactly?" I gasped and I moaned, and as my reply did not come quickly enough, she pressed my nipples harshly between her thumb and her forefinger while pushing her knee between my thighs. My legs were suddenly feeble. When I replied, it was a heartfelt answer, but also a question.
"Because I'm a dirty little whore?" I said tentatively.
She gave a cold smile."Oh yes, she said, you are a dirty little whore. But I'm gonna teach you a lesson because I feel like it, that's all. I enjoy teaching lessons to dirty girls like you. And I have the feeling that this is what you've been seeking all night long, isn't it? All night you've been asking to get your little ass red, and I'm gonna give you what you want."
The image of her spanking me left me voiceless again. I remained there, with my skirt in the air, exposing my cunt, horny, aroused and moaning. She made a serious smile again, looking at me straight in the eyes.
