Club Mystique was a dark cavernous dance club. The music was loud and the club was filled with sweating bodies. It was July and the Mediterranean heat wave had everyone exposing maximum skin. The girls were in their shortest dresses and the guys were loving every minute of it.
The flashing lights did not seem to be enough to fill the room and left large pockets of darkness in the corners of the club. Jamie and Jon had been there for a couple of hours and had a lot to drink. They were dancing off the effects of alcohol before heading home. It was late and Jon retreated to the side to rest and admire her slender and petite body. Some guys from the local college watched Jamie dancing in the packed night club. Many of them openly trying to rub up against her forcing her to constantly move around.
That evening Jamie wore a pink satin mini dress that contantly rode up onto her butt cheeks as she danced. It was low cut in the back and her black hair flowed down her back highlighting the milky white of her skin. Her dress came up loosely under her arms showing ample side cleavage of her firm C-cups. In her white stilletos, she stood with feet wide apart and gyrated to the rhythm. She ran her hands thru her hair as she moved, sliding her hand down her sides. Her asian face was sexy that night with long eyelashes and pouty lips. It was crowded on the floor and she was hard to see in the mass of bodies. Jon left for the toilet and slowly worked across the club.
Jamie was so dizzy that she could barely stand on her feet. The jetlag was knocking both of them out but she told herself that a few minutes of dancing would clear her head. They both wanted have kids as soon as possible and she was intent no returning from Greece already pregnant. She anticipated enjoying the second night of her honeymoon.
Her pink mini dress continued to ride up her backside as she moved with the music. The press of bodies on her left forced her further into a darkened corner. Glancing behind she tried to see her husband but could see him. Her vision was still not clear and she tried to stand on tip-toe to peek over the heads of the dancers. Some more people crowded her from the front and a stray hand knocked her earring off. She backed up and knelt down to find it. As her hand closed on the earring, she felt a pair of strong hands grab her waist. Jamie tried to turn but the hands held her firmly facing away. As she struggled to get out the grasp, she felt the cold of a steel blade on the inside of her thigh. The blade slid up under her dress and reached her panties and easily cut the waistband. Jamie felt the panties slide off her right thigh and struggled more.