I posted this story on the gay genre but it would fit just as well in the reluctance/non-consent so if that stuff doesn't appeal to you I request that you turn back now. However, if that's your cup of tea I truly hope you enjoy my story.
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The run down East Lakeshore was the soccer team's favorite part of practice because it brought them past the sorority houses and on any other day Tommy would have made a mental note of which girls smiled back at him. However, Missy Collins had finally agreed to go out with him and she was the only thing on his mind. Tommy was by all rights a very good looking guy, tall and lean from years playing soccer and with a mop of curly blonde hair that always got in the way of deep blue eyes he never had any girl turn him down, at least not until Missy came along. He never knew what it was to have to chase a girl and he was finding it both frustrating and exciting.
Missy was in no way common. At 26 she was a little older than most college students but with a petite frame, dark eyes, and jet black hair she caught the attention everyone when she entered the room. However, what made her truly unique was that she really didn't care about other people and it was that lack of concern that Tommy found so attractive. Missy didn't appear to have a style that fit any stereotype, she wasn't preppy or goth, she just always seemed comfortable. Blue jeans and t-shirt or Nike shorts and sweat shirt, no matter what she wore she was always striking.
October in Baton Rouge sees all of LSU preparing for Halloween but when Tommy suggested he and Missy go to Kappa Alpha's costume party she refused, instead insisting she had other plans for their night out. Tommy didn't protest; he was too caught up in the fact he was finally going out with her to care where they went.
Tommy didn't have a clue where Missy was taking him but figured a button up white dress shirt and jeans should be okay just about anywhere.
Missy lived in an apartment over someone's garage in a small neighborhood near campus and Tommy knocked on her door around 8 that evening.
"Just a minute." He heard her say from inside.
A few minutes later Missy came outwearing a light sun dress with a pink flower pattern.
"So where to?" Tommy asked as they walked to the car.
"I'll let you know when we get there." She told him with a devilish grin. "Just head north toward Zachary. Do you know how to get there?"
"I think so." Tommy told her starting the car and pulling out to go somewhere in Zachary.
They spent the ride up there talking about Sociology, the one class they shared together, and Missy's job at Pennington Research Center. Missy was a lab technician who helped administer tests for experimental drugs; she had tons of stories about people's crazy reactions and petty infighting between the doctors.
By the time they got on Scenic Highway she told Tommy to start slowing down apparently in the middle of nowhere.
"It's just up here on the left." She told him, but Tommy didn't see anything but woods.
"Right, there. There it is." She told him pointing to a sign that read 'Teddy's Juke Joint'.
"What the hell is this place?" Tommy asked her as he pulled the car down the long driveway.
"It's a blue's joint." She replied. "Ever since Tabby's burned down this has been the only place around that plays good blues."
"How'd you even know about it?" Tommy asked stopping the car in front of what looked more like a house than a bar.
"I grew up in Zachary and my dad always told me nothing good ever happened at this place sooo naturally I had to find out for myself." She told him as they got out the car.
Teddy's wasn't a big place and there wasn't a live band but Missy was right the music was good and definitely not what you'd hear anywhere else. Other than the music Teddy's was unique because it was a BYOB place. Missy pulled a bottle of something from her purse she swore was rum and poured some in his glass when they sat at the bar. When he gave her a skeptical look she told him she just wanted him to relax.
"Besides, I want to dance and I figured there was no chance of getting you on a dance floor without you being drunk." She said as another song came on.
The place wasn't really the kind of club Tommy was used to. Most the college bars were crowded with the music so loud you had to yell just to be heard. This place was nothing like that at all. The music was loud but not so much you couldn't hear the person next to you and there were only a handful of other people. Tommy had to admit she was right about his dancing. There was no way he was gonna dance without alcohol, but that didn't stop Missy and she took off to the dance floor leaving Tommy with the bottle and the bartender.
"You know she's fucked up right?" The bartender told Tommy.
"What?" Tommy asked not a little bit confused.
"Don't get me wrong I love Missy, she's been coming around here since long before she was supposed to. She's like a daughter to me." The old bartender told him pouring him another glass of Coke.
Tommy put a healthy dose of rum in his drink before asking what made her fucked up.
"She uses people." He explained. "I'm not sure what happened to her or if she was always like that but she toys with people then throws them away."
Tommy was confident with girls and sure Missy wasn't really that much different, so he smiled at the old man before assuring him that he'd be okay.
"If you're just looking for a wild time I promise she won't let you down, but if you're expecting something more, I don't think you'll like what you find."
That part intrigued Tommy. He hadn't lived the life of a saint himself and was certainly curious what wild meant to Missy.
It wasn't long before the rum started working on Tommy and Missy was able to get him out on the dance floor.
They spent another 2 hours at Teddy's and by the time they left Missy had succeeded in getting Tommy completely waisted.
"Give me the keys I'm driving." She told him when they got to the car.
"Hell, no." He told her. "I heard you were trouble."
A look of surprise flashed across Missy's face but Tommy was too drunk to notice it. Missy pulled him close until they were almost hugging.
"This is not the town to try and drive drunk in, besides I like hanging out with you and don't want our night to stop." She told him the last part almost in a whisper with her lips next to his ear.
Tommy didn't stand a chance, he gave her the keys.
Missy got off the Interstate at Highland road and headed back toward campus.
"I thought you were taking me somewhere else?" Tommy asked.
"Oh we are." Missy said with a smile as she turned the car into club Splash.
"Oh, wait. No way am I going in there." Tommy told her as she continued into the crowded parking lot.
"Why?" She asked with an amused grin.
"It's a gay club and I'm not gay. I don't care how good the music is or how much you want to dance I'm not going inside." Tommy said starting to sober up.
"Dance? Who said anything about dancing?" Missy asked with the same amused grin.
The car was parked but Tommy made no move to get out.
"Then what are we here for?" He asked her.
"They have a drag show tonight." Missy told him with a big smile.
