Heather always had a hard time getting into the clubs. Even though she was 21, she looked 19, if not younger. Sometimes it was tough to convince them even after seeing her valid ID.
Tonight she waited in line at the Torque Round club, fanning her face with her ID and wondering what kind of trouble she would have tonight. She'd never been to this club before, and decided to give it a try. It was a hot night, so she was wearing almost nothing. A mini skirt that barely did the job; a white, scoop-necked t-shirt that gapped, showing off her smooth, flat belly and dainty pumps that showed off her long, shapely legs.
At the same time, a tall, dark fellow worked his way to the front of the line, stopping to chat with this person and that. He finally stopped and talked to Heather. He introduced himself as Mike, and said he could get her inside without her having to wait in line. She was suspicious of this older, but distinguished-looking guy, but welcomed the thought of getting into the club without an argument.
Mike smiled to himself when she consented to go in with him. "Come with me," he said. He looked at her appreciatively, admiring her long, dark hair as he took her hand and led her to the front of the line.
"Hi Dirk," Mike said as they neared the front. The bouncer nodded them in and they entered the dark, smoldering atmosphere of the Torque Round. The insistent beat of the music pounded their senses and Heather looked around, wanting to take it all in. Mike pulled her along with him as he made the rounds; saying hi to people he knew, ordering them drinks, and making his way to a table in the back.
"Thanks for getting me in," Heather said uncomfortably, wanting to go off and explore the club herself.
"Sure, no problem for a lady as lovely as yourself."
"I need to use the restroom." It was a lie, but she figured if she could get away from, she could sneak back out of the restroom without his noticing and blend in with the crowd.
"Come with me, you can use the restroom in my private office," he said, to her chagrin. Apparently he was the manager or the owner or something. 'Well, this is turning out just great,' she thought. 'Now I'm stuck with this guy for the night.'
"Ok, thanks."
She followed him back to the door marked "STAFF" and followed him through. They went down a long hall and up some stairs, then down another hall and into an office. "It's over there," he said, pointing at a door at the back of the office. Mike "I'll be right out."
When she came out, he was stretched out on his couch. "Come over here. What's the matter? Do you think I get underage girls in here without an ulterior motive?"
"I'm not underage," she said. "I have ID."
"Yeah, so does half the population of the 18-20 year old demographic around here; that doesn't make them legit. 18-20 year olds are not allowed in establishments that serve liquor. But I will let the occasional hottie in if I think she can prove she's worth it."
"Well, like I said, I'm not underage." She was getting kind of nervous now, this guy was really creeping her out with this talk. But in a weird way she was getting turned on. She could tell he was used to getting what he wanted and that kind of power attracted her. Still, she couldn't let him know that.
"I said come over here. Or I'm going to have to call the police and have you removed for being underage. What's it going to be?"
Playing along, she walked over to him, trembling but excited. He motioned for her to sit down near the middle of the couch on the edge. He was stretched out across the couch, but kind of propped up on the arm.
He took her purse out of her hands and set it down. "Just relax. You're going to like this, I promise."
He slid his hand up under her shirt and began carressing her breasts. Softly at first, one then the other. Then he began pinching and rolling her nipples, which were already hard. "You like this, don't you?"
"Yes."
