It was a warm Queensland evening, the sun had been beaming all day and the humidity in the air was thick and stifling. It was Friday night and it had been one hell of week, I was exhausted but desperately in need of some fun.
I had made arrangements earlier to meet my friend Melanie at a new club on the outskirts of town. The club was in an industrial area which had recently become an urban hang out, with cafes opening in tin buildings, pubs and clubs popping up here and there. I had never been there before, but had been told that the club was popular for its amazing DJ.
I drove home from work and almost ran up the stairs to my apartment, keen to get into the shower and start getting ready. I slipped out of my work clothes and turned the shower on so it was barely warm. I stepped under the cool water and gasped at the sudden cold stream against my hot skin. My nipples instantly stiffened as I became acclimatised to the temperature of the water. I ran my hands over my breasts and stomach, I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about the night ahead.
Reluctantly, I retreated from the shower and got ready to leave. I hurriedly made all the decisions a woman needs to make before going out; hair up or down, makeup, shoes, underwear, clothes. Any woman who tells you she doesn't make these decisions with the end of the night in mind is lying.
I chose a simple, soft black dress with a low cut V neck which, when required would easily reveal a good portion of my breasts. The dress was tight at the waist then draped loosely to sit just above my knees. I threw on some shoes and ran out the door and headed downstairs to jump in the awaiting cab.
I made it to the club a little earlier than expected and there was only a short queue to enter. I had told Mel I would meet her inside and judging by the crowd, I probably should have been more specific. I had bought my phone with me, so I texted her and told her to message me when she arrived.
I made my way into the club and was surprised by the number of people jammed inside. I pushed my way towards the bar and grabbed a couple of shots before heading towards the dance floor.
The music was electric and everyone was moving in rhythm. It was body against body and everyone seemed to be glued together. I started moving around the edge of the floor and someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the crowd. I looked around and couldn't see who it was so I started to move away when I saw Mel, dancing in a small group.
I waved and moved over to say hi and she introduced me to a "friend" she had just met who seemed to be very fond of her, his name was Tony and he seemed to have a few friends with him but I couldn't hear any of their names.
I started dancing with Mel but staying together in the crowd was proving difficult. I felt a hand around my waist and turned to see a tall, brutish looking man behind me. He was wearing a black t-shirt and I could see he had a tattoo of some description weaving its way up the side of his neck and arm. He was muscular and somewhat attractive, despite his rough exterior. He kept his hand around my waist and pushed behind me, moving me back towards Mel and Tony.
I smiled up at him and mouthed "Thanks", expecting that he would remove his hand from my waist and be on his way. I kept dancing, the strange man's hand still around my waist and as I continued moving with the music he pulled me closer to him and danced against me, his hips moving with the music against me. His hand began to wander and his thumb began to graze against my breast before moving back down to rest on my hip.
I wanted to move away from him, back towards Mel and Tony, but my body seemed glued to him. My brain was telling me to move on but his body felt amazing pressed against me. I could feel his muscular legs against mine. His body was turned slightly but I felt sure that if he was against me I'd be able to feel his cock against my arse.
I pushed back towards him, keen to see if I was right. He responded immediately pulling my hips into him so I could feel that he was hard. I looked down towards the floor and smiled so he couldn't see as started moving against him with the music, rubbing my arse and hips against his cock.
I teased him for what seemed like an eternity and as the music changed he pulled back and grabbed my arm tightly, turning me towards him and continuing to dance. He had my arm in a tight grip and it began to hurt. I tried pulling away from him, a little panicked. What had I done?
I was facing away from Mel now so I couldn't yell out to or signal her. I tried pulling away again and as though he suddenly realised he was hurting me, the man released his vice grip on my arm and moved his hand around my back, pulling me close to him. I started to relax again but still couldn't get away easily; though I wasn't sure I wanted to. Despite his roughness this man was exciting me, I could feel myself getting wet and couldn't stop it.
The music continued to play and I started pulling back from him, it was time to move on. As I pulled back he moved his left hand down to sit on my lower back and quickly slipped his right hand between my legs, rubbing against my dress and underwear with his palm. I responded to his touch, despite the voice of logic inside me screaming at me to leave.
The man leaned towards me and buried his face in my neck, gently biting me as he pulled my underwear to one side and ran his fingers along the outside of my now very wet pussy. I was vaguely aware of the crowd around us, what if they could see? I moaned gently as he continued to kiss my neck and throat.
Someone pushed be from behind, pushing me even closer to him and he held me there, pushing his fingers between the lips of my pussy and rubbing my clit. I pushed towards him, worried that everyone could see us and giving him an opportunity to push his fingers inside me. In a moment of clarity I realised what I was doing and pulled away from him. His hand was still around my waist as someone beside me knocked him and gave me the opportunity to get away.
I pushed my way through the crowd, heading towards the bathroom without looking back. I made it to the ladies toilets but the queue was out the door. I needed to catch my breath. I turned and saw a small disabled toilet down the hall and headed for it quickly. I pushed the door open and let out a sigh of relief as I turned to shut the door. I gasped as the door pushed open and the man from the dance floor stepped inside, pushing the door shut behind him and sliding the lock. I went to open my mouth to yell and he pressed his mouth hard against me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
