** author's note - I usually stick to D/s stories, but this is the first piece of erotica I ever wrote, just over a year ago, and I wanted to share it. While there are elements of D/s in it, to some degree, it was written before I even knew D/s existed... which I find interesting. But that's just me. Anyhoo. Hope you all enjoy the read :) ***
Standing at the bar, she glances at her watch. 'Maybe another hour,' she thinks to herself. The music is loud and she can feel the beat all through her body, making her hips move slightly back and forth as she waits for her drink to arrive. Three men stand about ten feet away, talking and watching her as she stands there in her tall black boots and short skirt. She glances their way and they all smile, making no effort to hide what they're thinking. Her girlfriends had left just a few minutes before, and she's now alone, torn between heading home while she's still safe to drive and staying for a few more drinks... that's what taxi's are for.
The men have apparently had enough of merely observing. They sidle up to her, one in front of her and two on her right. The noise of the crowd and the music makes conversation all but impossible. After a few failed attempts at shouting to be understood, they give up and settle for just moving in closer to her. The bartender finally slides her shot in front of her, and she downs it quickly while signaling for another round. One of the men to her right pushes a twenty dollar bill across the counter, indicating to her with a nod and a wave of his hand that the drinks are on him. The bartender, sensing that the drink orders are now going to be coming faster, is suddenly all business and has her next shot there in no time flat. She downs it as quickly as she had the first, moving the shot glass back toward him and tapping the bar to let him know she needs another. She looks up and smiles at the man buying the drinks. He's tall, well built, and dressed like a man used to success. They look at each other for a minute or two, somewhat oblivious to what is going on around them. Before she knows it, her next shot is sitting in front of her. He lifts the glass to her lips, a knowing look on his face. She gulps it down, a drop or two escaping the corner of her mouth. She licks the drops off, slowly, while looking him in the eye. He leans in to whisper something to her. She still can't hear him, but the feel of his warm breath on her ear sends an involuntary shudder down her back. His two friends are now standing close enough that she can feel their body heat against her exposed skin. 'Oh, boy,' she thinks, a little bleary from the shots, 'I think maybe I should have gone home earlier.'
Suddenly she feels a hand in her hair. Fingers fist in her curls and pull her head slightly back, firm but not enough to hurt her... yet. The men are all looking over her shoulder, taking a step back as they do. Their eyes are wide and they are instantly the picture of innocence. Over the music and the crowd she hears a male voice from behind her.
"Mine."
Just one word, and she knows. 'Oh, shit,' she thinks.
Straining to pull her head around, even the smallest bit, she manages one short glimpse before she is unceremoniously pulled away from the bar. Her boyfriend. Another time, she might have taken a moment to appreciate how hot he looked, but at the moment all she can do is concentrate on not falling down as he propels her forward, heading for the dark section at the back of the club, where almost no light penetrates and the bodies are hard to distinguish.
Before she can even formulate words to explain, she is maneuvered behind a divider and shoved up against it, the sill of coming to her stomach.
