Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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It was the 782nd attempt to pick up a woman at a bar for Suresh. 27 years old, still a virgin. Not just a virgin, he thought bitterly, they would have to find a new word for someone who hadn't even kissed a woman before. Not even a peck on the cheek. Of course, he had academically done well for himself and was now in a good IT job that paid the big bucks. But, what use was it when he hadn't even had a basic touch of a woman, outside his family of course. Even in his family, he knew the women always pitied him which was worse, much worse.
Sophie was at the same pub. Unlike Suresh, she was a knockout in every sense of the way. When Suresh laid his eyes on her, he didn't look away for 5 minutes. Sophie, of course, knew his stares and felt only complete contempt. Like this scrawny, big nose would ever have a shot with her. Although, admittedly, he was dressed well. Of course, she was used to the ogling. She even encouraged it. Her city was known for the heat, and her wardrobe was filled with sundresses. Her clothes hardly ever covered anything after her panties and was always well above her knees. Today, she was sleeveless as well and was showing just the start of the cleavage. And, all this when she had no intention of picking up any man and just wanted to have a good time with her female friends.
And yet, when he was staring at her for five minutes straight, it still annoyed her. She looked up to give Suresh a murderous stare and he scurried away. The bartender, Sruthi, who also owned the bar, arrived with her usual complimentary starters. She was close friends with her. In fact, she was close friends with all the workers, who were exclusively women. They had banded together to start this pub as a way to employ more women and she gave them Karate lessons in her weekends for free. As a result, she had unlimited free starters and only had to pay for drinks. Today, the chilli Bhajjies were particularly spicy. On a dare, she dipped them on more chutney and instantly, her eyes started watering. It was too much and she reached for her beer and in the scuffle, the chutney fell on her. The light-coloured sundress was drenched in it. Shit! The night had not even started and her house was ten kilometres away. Even the nearest clothing store was 2 kms away.
The simplest solution was to send out one of her friends to get a new dress for her. However, she was always insanely particular about what she wore, even for a couple of hours. Plus, most of her friends had already found dance partners. Two of those dance partners already had their hands firmly in her friends' respective buttocks. Oh, well! There was only one other solution. She scanned the floor for the "ass of the day". Suresh, predictably, had his eyes glued to her two friends who were dancing with their partner's hand on their ass. Even from a distance, she could feel his eyes boring into them with jealousy. She called Sruthi and told her to send a complimentary drink to Suresh without telling him whom it was from.
Suresh, on his part was indeed watching the women, the gorgeous women dancing with the men with open jealousy. These men didn't even know the names of the women and yet, they were already grabbing their asses. He imagined himself doing it and even in his imagination, the women scowled and kicked him away. These men were all so lucky, he thought bitterly. In between, he still stole glances at Sophie. Sruthi gave him a drink on the house and he had it. Sophie was watching him expectantly. Yup! As expected, little bladder control, she thought, her contempt increasing. He was walking towards the toilet, which was right next to a small supply closet. She got the keys from Sruthi and lay in wait. When he came out, she pounced on him and dragged him inside the closet.
"What the hell are you doing?" Suresh shouted. He had no idea that the closet door was soundproofed.
"I need your clothes." Came the calm reply.
"What? Are you crazy? Let me out." He took a wild swing at her. She was an expert Karate fighter. She trained other women in their free time. And yet, she didn't even move. Suresh's fist landed fully on her cheek and she didn't even feel it. He, meanwhile felt the jarring pain in his fist as he held it. Sophie just stared contemptuously.
"Let me out." He demanded again. Sophie shrugged and took a swing at him. Suresh went down in an instant, dazed.
"Stand up, take off your clothes, and hand it over. As you can see, I have spilled chutney all over mine. Take off your clothes, that's right all of them. I will wear them, walk over to the nearest clothing store, buy some for myself and then give your clothes back. If not, I can forcibly take them off you and drag you outside, butt naked into the pub."
Suresh started tearing up. He knew he had no chance against this woman. When he had punched her, his arms were the one that pained. She didn't even feel it. But, was he going to do it. Was he really going to stand naked in front of this slut who was looking at him like he was a Cockroach. He stood up slowly and looked up pleadingly into the eyes of the woman. She towered over him and stared at him with contempt.
"Please, do we really have to do this." She looked at her watch.
"The time is now 7:43. Every minute I stay in this closet is one more hour you will stay in this closet, completely naked."
Suresh gave up. Tears flowing down his eyes, he started.
The Shoes were easy. Of course. Removing one's shoes hardly changed anything. Yet, the moment he took off his first Shoe, he stopped. He now realised what he had done. He was committing. He was committing to taking his clothes off in front of this woman. He didn't even know her name. Of course, it happened all the time in his fantasies. Even today, he had fantasised about taking her to his place, and taking his clothes off. However, in his fantasy, she was taking her clothes off as well. He supposed, he thought bitterly, she was quite well over halfway there with the mini sundress. He wondered if she had panties on. He could already see her bra. She had found a small spot in one of the racks to sit. The look on her face, the contemptuous look told him he had no mercy.
Both shoes off, and both socks off, he stared at her.
"Please, please let me go. You don't have to do this."
"Naked boy!" She started and then laughed as he made a face. "Ah! Is the naked boy getting angry. I guess you want me to call you a man! Well, you are naked boy to me. And, the more you dawdle, the more time you are spending here, naked. And, of course, the more you dawdle, the more you risk me taking your clothes off by force and dragging you outside naked."
Suresh stared at her.
"I will, of course, tell everyone that you tried to molest me here and that is why I did all this. While you are not a man by any stretch of the imagination, there are other men outside. How many of them do you think would thrash your naked ass, silly just because they think that will somehow impress me."
Suresh imagined it.
He was naked! Completely, naked. In front of the tens of men and women in the bar.
The women would openly point and laugh. The men, the idiots would do exactly what Sophie said. He cried openly and once again pleaded with Sophie for mercy. She pointed to her watch. Oh, no!
He started taking his T-shirt off. It came off in one motion. Sophie watched his scrawny upper body and laughed out loud. He dawdled a little for his pants. But, eventually the look on her face made him.
