Work was SO fucking boring that day, I swear. I had to do something to liven it up, we were practically falling asleep onstage, and that's no way to get ANYONE off, but at least there was one halfway interesting guy in the place. I sort of buzzed around him between sets, and we ended up chatting a good long while. Through pretty much all of my shift, actually.
At some point I realized it was time for last call, and made the appropriate announcements. Since it was so bloody slow, I got to hang out with Mr. Mystery even while I cleaned up, and when 2 am rolled around I didn't toss him out the door. Fuck it, I figured, I could use the company since cleaning up was a real pisser.
'I bet you hate cleaning up after these fucking pigs,' he said and we both laughed. He was sort of geeky looking, with glasses and his hair was kinda crazy, but the overall effect was appealing. Sort of innocent-looking. I grinned at the thought and he caught me.'What are you laughing at, huh?' he asked good-naturedly, and grinned himself.
I just kept grinning at him, and walked away to put up the barstools. I was still in my work clothes, which this evening consisted of this hot stretch-velvet black and white leopardskin print dress that barely covered my ass, a black lace thong and thigh-high black vinyl stilleto boots. I could feel his eyes crawling on my ass as I strutted around and I was starting to get off on it.
'So what'd you ask me to stay for?' he asked me, playing dumb. I took his cue. 'Oh, you know how it is... these stools get SO heavy at the end of the night...' I even batted my lashes. He laughed out loud. I turned to put up another stool. Then I felt him behind me, close behind, and I turned around.
'Playful little slut, aren't you?' he said, looking down at me. 'What are YOU going to do about it?' I retorted, and lightly pushed on his chest seeking to exit.
Instead he grabbed my wrists with his hands and twisted them behind my back, then pulled me tightly against him, where I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans. 'Wouldn't you like to know?' he whispered before dipping his head to lick my throat. I started to fight his grip but he was STRONG. I was beginning to see who was REALLY in control here, and despite a sense of unease, I felt myself getting a little damp between my legs.
He was alot bigger than me, and so it was easy for him to grip both of my wrists in one of his hands. Adjusting me a little bit, he freed one of his hands, and he pinched my ass through my dress... HARD!
'Ow, you DICK!' I hissed at him, but not without noticing my breathing had begun to get heavy. I struggled a little bit, but my wriggling only seemed to arouse the bastard more. He pinned me against the bar behind me, which held me enough off balance that I couldn't try to kick at him and which caused discomfort if I struggled or leaned anywhere but into him. I glared up at him.
'What next, asshole? You gonna rape me?' He laughed... the asshole LAUGHED!... again. He was having entirely too much fun at my expense. 'No, rape implies that you won't like what I do to you... and make you do to me.' No ego there, eh?
He bent his head to my throat again, this time nibbling his way up to my ear, where he whispered 'I KNOW you like this, fuckslut.' Then he bit my neck, harder. I gasped and moaned a little. 'Stop it, let me go dammit!' But despite the fear, the little bit of pain had hardened my nipples... and he could see that quite clearly.
'Oooh, stop it!' he mimicked, looking down at my breasts, heaving with my breathing and specifically at the hard nubs of my nipples. 'Yeah, you sleaze, you REALLY want me to stop, don't you?'
I squirmed around more, trying to free my arms or get the balance I needed to kick him. Instead, he took his damned free hand and slid it up my arm to my shoulder gently enough to give me goosebumps. Then he grabbed the top of my 'dress' and yanked... popping the strap and leaving a red welt already forming on the shoulder as I yelped.
'You FUCKER, what do you think you're doing?' I demanded, trying to ignore the fact that my breast was hanging out and grazing his chest as I spoke. He didn't, though, and smiling at me again bent his head down to it.