Hi my name is Tiffany and I'm 23 years old. I've been told I'm hot and well, to be honest, when I get all dolled up for clubs, I do turn heads. I have long black hair down to the middle of my back. Men seem to like my shapely body. My measurements you wonder? 34D-24-32, so yeah I guess they have a reason to stare and I love it when they do. As a matter of fact I've always made sure I am the center of attention. Perhaps a cock tease to an extent.
So the club I help run went through some MAJOR overhauling in the past few months. New Booths, Sound equipment, DJ Booth and a ton more. People seem to LOVE the new dance floor. We found some flexible strips of material that was made to act like one way mirrors and lined the dance floor completely with them. People can see in, dancers can't see out, and the lighting bouncers on the reflects all over the dance floor. It's really made a huge difference, especially when we do some BDSM shows for the patrons, participants are less nervous when they can't see everyone looking at them. The only thing that makes me sad is, I can'' see the guys drooling over the girls dancing anymore. However, the patrons come first and they love it.
So that brings me to the start of this story. The "Detention" Night we ran , school girl themed with some nice bondage gear used up on the stage for a finally to the night. They actual brought in a sexy bondage bench to the club, you know the ones, the girls is put down straddling it, plenty of padding, I tested it out really quick, on my hands and knees but so comfy. To bad another girl was the star attraction tonight since I had other work to do. Ok, I THOUGHT another girl was the star attraction, and that is how the club night ended, but mine had just begun.
My husband had decided to drive a few patrons home that were to drunk to drive safely. Leaving me to clean up, and it was a mess, a group of men showed up and were rowdy as hell. It was a group of black guys, no big deal we've never ever had issues before, they were just a tad to excited about he girls and got a little to "hands on" if you know what I mean. I had to ask them to leave, they were PISSED. To be honest could have been any group of guys, white, Hispanic, it's not about race, it was the "Girls dress like that to get fucked attitude." Seemingly my school girl outfit, you know the kind, plaid skirt that was far to short to actually cover my ass properly. Tight fitting button up top, sadly my 34D's kept it from buttoning up all the way and left my cleavage very visible. I varied from the standard with my thigh high fishnets and knee high black leather boots.
Back to my mess now. I had just finished clearing off all the tables and said by to the bar tender, all that was left was the dance floor, so I popped on some music and grabbed the mop and broom and put then up on the floor, looking around I had to admit the mirrors were incredible, nothing outside of the dance floor could be seen. Porn Star Dancing came on and I put down the broom for a minute to get a bit of dancing out of my system, watching myself in the mirrors was actually making me rather wet. That did not last long, I have a habit of always closing my eyes when I dance, left overs form when I was a nervous shy girl years ago, I could only dance with them shut. Which, might have been what led to my issue of the night, or issues.
If the music was not on so loud. I might have known I was not alone. I might have noticed the group of men from earlier, slip back into the club. Fucking bartender must have left the door unlocked. If my eyes had been open I would have noticed the men coming onto the dance floor, instead I head nothing. I saw nothing, and thanks to the props left over form the show, I'd remind blinded for the coming attraction, ME! I was swaying my hips to the music and suddenly I felt something being shoved over my head, I opened my eyes but saw blackness and tried to reach up and remove it, but my arms where grabbed from both sides as soon as I moved them. I felt the object covering my head was tightened, I could smell leather and knew what it was right away, the bondage hood that was left on the stage. I could feel the laces come down tighter as they positions the nose holes to my nostrils, tighter still as I felt the mouth opening slide around my mouth. I opened it to scream, only to have the gag shoved in place and snapped onto the hood.
I yanked my arms trying to pull away, but it was no use, whoever had me was far stronger them I was and I could not budge them. They could move me, like some rag doll and I found myself tossed onto the bondage bench. My arms still held, and my legs pinned by knees, I think. I felt restraints going around my wrists, and something tightening around my boots, near my ankles. More restraints I thought. My head was spinning, "what was happening? Who was in the club? How many where there? I knew my arms and legs were pinned but someone put the restraints on quickly, to quickly to be just one guy. But most important What did they want? The money was dropped at the bank already."
Then I heard a voice over the music "Well, Well , the loudmouth cocktease."
I knew the voice right away, it was one of the men I threw out, my heart stopped there where 7 of them earlier, I tried to yank harder not knowing if they all had come back, but not wanting to find out. I tried to scream, the gag muffling my screams to a low "MMMMMPHHH"
The man speaking must have been the leader as the others stayed quiet, or merely agreed with him. "Well well well, she is not to bad with something stuffed in that slutty mouth of hers is she boys. Guess we'll have to keep it busy that's all" I yanked harder and harder my arms and legs sore, knowing they planned to keep my mouth full with their cocks. I heard ripping before I actually felt the tug, my underwear torn off me, the tiny skirt not providing any type of protection to my lower regions, my bald pussy and ass staring at them.
