Friday night .. ladies night. You and your friends plan a night out to visit a new club and flirt a bit. Almost immediately after you walk into the place, you find yourself noticing a particular man, tall, 6'4", built . . a laborer or ex athlete . . rougher than you would normally date and yet you are drawn to him . . and apparently, he has noticed you as well.
Glances are exchanged, then smiles. You lose him in the crowd for a bit, then suddenly he is beside you, half asking you to dance .. but in a way, telling you . . taking control. Your friends laugh at your reaction but you let him lead you to the backed dance floor. He guides you skillfully, his hands on your body more like that of a familiar lover than a stranger you just met. The small floor is beyond crowded . . less of a dance floor than just a place where bodies press against one another. His hands . . and occasionally the hands of a stranger . . seem to explore you as everyone sways to the sounds.
After a dance or two, he suggests a drink . . handing you something wet - which you gladly swallow. Taking you back out onto the floor . . things get even more physical. You aren't certain why, but you are allowing this to go beyond your normal limits . . you almost seem willing . . and detached from your body or mind. His hands explore freely . . and you seem to be returning the favor. As the songs continue, your mind gets hazy . . . cloudy . . . .
You wake up much later . . naked . . blindfolded . . arms and ankles tied to the legs of a wooden chair. Though you cannot see anything . . you can only sense that you are on a small stage in a dark club . . 2-3 am. 20-30 people are seated at tables nearby . . mostly couples. They are drinking, admiring your body, awaiting the show. A couple of lights are focused on you, nearly the only lighting in the place. The music, though not loud, is driven - almost animalistic. You've no idea how you got here.
Soon you sense the crowd focus, the lights train on you . . and suddenly feel a cock pressing against the back of your neck. It moves slowly across your cheek, leaving a trail of precum. As it approaches your lips, hands roughly seize your hair and a deep voice that you vaguely recognize whispers . . barely loud enough for you to hear "Suck it Kathleen . . give them a great show!" Forcing the head against your lips, he begins using your mouth roughly. The audience gives sounds of arousal and approval.
Even as he is roughly using you, a second set of hands touch you from behind, on your shoulders. These hands massage, sliding their way knowingly down in front, caressing your breasts. Smaller, softer hands . . the tease your nipples gently while the owner of these hands begins to kiss the back of your neck . . a sharp contrast to the man roughly fucking your mouth. You soon realize that this is a woman touching you, and that she is aroused to be doing so . .