The car pulls up to the club and stops just before the entrance. You look out through the darkened car windows at the line of people waiting to get into the club, at the light drizzle that's coming down, and wonder why you chose the thinnest dress and tallest heels you own to wear that night. You look over at your boyfriend and he's not paying attention as he's turning off the car and putting his phone back in his pocket.
"Wanna go in?" he says, as he gets out of the car, comes around the side and continues walking over to the line. You watch him stand at the back of the line, and don't get out of the car. The idea of getting wet while waiting -- in this dress! -- offers zero interest.
Then a man lightly taps on the window and opens your door. He's holding an umbrella and leans in.
"There's no way I'd let you wait out here tonight," he says, stepping back from the door and giving you room to get out. You look at him, then swing your legs out the door and grab the hand he puts out to help you stand up.
"C'mon, we're skippin the line," he says, as he holds your elbow and guides you toward the entrance. You look back at your boyfriend, but he's looking at his phone, trying to keep it dry with his jacket and isn't paying any attention. You walk with the man.
"Evenin', Tommy," the man says, as the bouncer opens the door for you both. You enter the club, and the man is still next to you, though he's lost the umbrella, and is looking out over the dance floor.
"A good night, tonight. We're gonna have fun," he says. He puts a hand on your lower back and steers you toward the back of the club. The music is loud, the lights are low with flashes of color and streaks of white. You can see people gyrating on the dance floor, women pushing against their men and in some cases, with other women. Two men are grinding against each other in the middle of the dance floor, but you can't see them clearly as the man increases the pressure on your back pushing you on, as he says, "You smell great, baby. And that dress is smoking on you! You do it justice. Wow, glad I found you."
He takes you to a section near the back that's roped off, but as you approach a man opens part of the rope and you both walk right in, and up to a bar.
The man shakes two fingers in the air, and the bartender nods. You finally get a chance to look fully at the man and see he's at least 6 inches taller than you, seems muscular and definitely older than you. You realize you haven't said a word yet as a drink is put in front of you.
"Here's to good times, babe," the man says, as he taps his glass on yours, puts it down on the bar for a moment, and then takes a sip. You copy him and taste the drink. Something with tequila, and it's good. You gulp the rest and put the drink down, smiling at him.
He laughs and turns back to the bartender, shaking two fingers again, "That's the spirit, baby! Let's get our fun on tonight!" He turns back to you and sips his drink while clearly looking over your body. The next drink appears, and this time you sip it. You look around the bar and realize you have no idea where your boyfriend is. You feel the man's eyes on you.
"Yeah, I doubt he's gonna make it in," the man says, as if he's reading your mind right at that moment. "I mean, first of all, right? He left you in the car. Even I saw that. Then he goes and stands out in the rain like a fucking mooch. Yeah, no way... I saw you and knew you deserved better." He raises his glass to you, finishes the drink and picks up his new one. "Bottom's up, babe," he says, as he winks at you. "Bottoms up."
You take another sip as you wonder when your boyfriend is going to walk in. He's going to flip out if he sees you with this guy. You have no doubt it'll end badly for the boyfriend as the man looks strong... he looks confident. He's sexy in the suit, with his dark hair slightly greying and his strong jaw. This isn't the kind of man you'd go for normally, and you wonder what you're doing standing here.
"I should probably go find him," you finally say, putting your drink down. "I'm sorry, thank you for the --"
The man grunts and puts an arm out, blocking you. He picks your drink up and gives it back to you. "No babe... you're with me tonight. Your boy didn't even get in the club. Right about now he's being escorted off the premises. Don't worry, he'll be fine and we're gonna have fun tonight."
He look at you with a slight grin as his eyes trail down from your face to your neck, then to the low plunge line of your thin dress. The small bra you're wearing isn't doing much, and your breasts are noticeable -- the way your boyfriend hoped they'd be -- only he's not the one looking. The man puts his arm around you and pulls you close. You begin to push back but realize you don't really have the strength. You're not weak, you just don't... have energy, or the initiative anymore.
"Yeah baby, that's right... let go, relax. I got you. We gonna chill a bit, then we gonna get you naked and I'm going to show you a great fucking time... a great fucking... time," he says as he leans in, sniffs you and licks your lips. You try to pull back, but he slips his tongue into your mouth and slowly back out.
"Mmmm," he says. "I knew you'd taste good. Can't wait to taste the rest of you." He takes your drink and puts it back in your hand. "Now finish that drink and let's head upstairs... I've got something to show you."
Without thinking about it, you finish the drink. He takes the glass from your hand with a smile, puts it on the bar, and then takes hand, pulling you closer. He places his hand on your lower back, just above the curve of your ass, and begins to slightly push you further back into the club.
"C'mon, let's go find a quieter place. I got my own music, some comfy couches, a few friends and more to drink," he says as he walks you further into the club toward a dark blue door. A bouncer opens the door as you and the man approach, and the next thing you know, you're walking up the stairs in front of him.
"Mmm, that's a great ass, baby," he says, resting a hand on your ass as you walk up the stairs. He's slightly pushing you up, not allowing you to slow down until you get to the top. He opens the door for you, and you walk into a lounge area. It's empty, and when he closes the door the loud music from the club is almost gone.
"Don't worry, baby, ain't no one gonna bother us," he says as he walks you to the couch. "Sit here, get comfy... I'll get you a drink."
He walks to a small wet bar, and you see him grab two glasses, drop a few ice cubes in each and pour two drinks. He grabs another small bottle, pulls a stopper out and squirts a little liquid into one of the glasses. "Yep," he says, "We're gonna add just a little fun juice." He picks up up both glasses and walks over to you. As he hands you a glass, you can feel a sense of panic in the back of your mind. But you take the glass and look up at him as he stands over you. Outwardly, you have no reaction.
"Take a sip, baby. Cheers," he says, as he taps his glass to yours and raises his and takes a sip. You bring the glass up to your lips, pause and look at it.
"Drink it," he says, his voice a bit more serious.
