Laura Smith entered the alley with caution. She knew that she had to be careful not to be seen by anyone. She kept her digital camera concealed as she rushed to the wooden fence dividing the alley between the two buildings.
She found the loosened slat in the fence that she had heard some of the teenagers talking about: Which was another reason why she had decided to take this quest for proof.
Laura moved the slat aside and slid her shapely body through the opening.
Laura was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She had shoulder length dirty-blond hair. Blue eyes and a youthful looking face.
Her body, clearly defined in her tight jeans and tee-shirt, was noticeable as well. She had firm 36-C breast, a slender waist and a nice round ass.
Laura was proud of her looks. She worked out to stay in shape. She often dressed to show off her assets. But that was about as far as the married woman went when it came to being free and easy.
Laura was a conservative, church going woman who often led the community into action whenever something of a "questionable moral nature" arose.
And the club she was sneaking into was just one of those places according to what Laura had heard.
The Fancy Dancer had opened recently in town. Bars and clubs weren't unusual. And Laura did not often go after them. But she had heard rumors of this place that concerned her.
It was said people under twenty-one had often found their way into the place. Worse, Laura had heard rumors that they often allowed women to flash or even dance topless. Plus there were the other rumors of the upstairs rooms where drugs and sex was whispered to be a regular activity.
Laura had also heard that there were a couple ways that some of the local young men from her church had found to sneak into the building through this very alley.
Laura knew that if she could sneak in, and take some pictures of what she believed really was going on in this place, then she would have the evidence she needed to have the Fancy Dancer closed down.
She crept through the alley. The smell of urine was very noticeable to her. She did not worry about making any noise for the blasting sound of music coming from the building would probably have made it easy for her to yell without anyone outside of the alley hearing her voice.
She spotted what she believed to be the window she was looking for. It was below the fire escape and propped open with a stick. Laura guessed that this must be the window that some of the guys from the college class at church bragged about climbing through to sneak into the club.
Laura had carefully listened to their conversation. Learning that the window, located in the rear of a store room in the club, was protected by so-called "child proof" locks, making it impossible to open once closed. But apparently someone would prop the window open to allow friends to get in without paying.
Whatever the reason, this was where Laura was going to sneak into the club.
She approached the window and looked into the dark room. There was no one in there as far as she could see. Boxes and other items were piled throughout the room. And the sound of the blaring music poured out through the window.
Laura could not believe that she was going through with this. This was without a doubt the most daring stunt she had ever pulled. But the rewards would be worth it. Once inside no one would know that she didn't enter through the front door. But she would be able to prowl the upper rooms and even take pictures: Something not permitted in the club as cameras and camera phones were not permitted.
Laura leaned through the window. It had been many years since she had tried climbing through anything. She hoped to find something inside to use to pull herself through.
Bending in the open window frame, her feet barely touching the ground as long as she stood on her toes, she stretched her arms forward.
She brought her left arm back, feeling her elbow bump into something. She heard the stick propping the window fall to the floor about the same time she heard the window drop.
Laura tried to pull back, but did not have enough time to do so. The window struck her just above the shoulder blades, trapping her arms and head in the process.
She tried to push up, but the window did not move. She realized that it must have fallen beyond the child proof locks, which had now engaged and prevented the window from being opened again until someone released them from inside.
Laura began to panic. She tried pulling back, but her arms and shoulders were securely pinned.
The narrowness of the window made it impossible for her to slide her arms out without pulling her torso out first.
Laura cussed her situation. She tried to grab onto the wall, hoping to pull herself through farther, but her ample breast were going to be a problem. Not to mention the fact that she could not gain any leverage with only her toes on the ground.
Out of desperation Laura yelled for help. But the volume of the music prevented her cries from being heard by anyone other than herself.
Laura hung there in defeat, waiting for someone to come to her rescue or for the music to die down enough for her to call for help. But even when the music stopped, which was only long enough for an announcement or another song to begin, no one heard her cries.
She wasn't sure how long she had been trapped when she heard voices coming from behind her.
"Holy shit! Are you okay?" She heard a male voice asking.
"Please help me get out of here." Laura asked.
She could hear several voices but was unable to turn her head around to see who they were. She guessed that they were planning on sneaking into the club as she was. Laura hoped that none of them were college students from her church who would recognize her.
Someone tried to raise the window.
"Shit, this window is locked down. We're going to have to break it." The first voice said.
"Or go around and tell someone inside." Someone else added. Laura thought that this voice sounded familiar but could not be sure.
"If we do that we won't get in." Someone else chided him.
They began asking Laura a stream of questions. Laura answered what she could, but was becoming frustrated with their uselessness.
"Go around front and tell someone I'm trapped here, dumbasses!" She blurted out.
"Shit, girl. Don't get mad at us. We didn't put you there." Someone said.
"Maybe we should teach this bitch a lesson." The first man added.
"What do you mean?" Another asked.
"She has a fine ass, and those tits look good," The first man said, "Let's pull those pants off and see what the rest looks like."
"No!" Laura yelled.
"Let's do it," The familiar voice said. "She can't see who we are anyway."
Hands grabbed around Laura's waist. She tried to kick them away to no avail. Her belt was unfastened and the button of her jeans released. She felt the zipper being pulled down.
Laura screamed for help as her jeans were pulled down over her hips and down her legs. Followed just as quickly by her cotton panties.
Hands began grabbing her ass and probing her hairy bush and rubbing her pussy.
Then her shirt was pushed up until only her bra covered her C-cup breast. The clasp was released and then her tits were also on display for their enjoyment.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Laura shouted in both fear and anger.
Laura had never been handled in such a way before. While she enjoyed having people see her shapely figure, Laura had only three sexual partners before she met her husband several years ago. Now she had an undetermined number of young men groping her at will.
"Hey, the bitch has a camera on her. Let's take some pictures of her!"
The hands stopped and Laura heard them back away. Then she saw the flash of the camera brighten the area twice.
"Please stop!" She cried out.
"I want to fuck this bitch." One of the voices said.
Laura began wrestling against the locked window even harder now. She tried to pry her head through, hoping to escape before they could go any farther.
She felt one of the men get behind her. She panicked when she felt something hard and fleshy rub her ass, knowing that it was not a hand.
"Don't fuck me!" She yelled as she felt the hard prick slid between her legs.
The cock rubbed her pussy. Laura tried shifting from side to side but a pair of strong hands held her in place. A foot kicked her right leg away enabling her attacker better access to her exposed pussy.
His cock pressed between her lips, slowly but surely gaining access to her pussy as the man slowly began fucking her while his buddies watched.
"Stop!" Laura yelled once more before feeling his cock press all the way inside her.
The man behind her began fucking her. Laura could not believe that this was happening to her. She was a community leader, active in her church. She fought against illicit behavior and was here hoping to help the neighborhood.
Now she was being raped as a result of her own misguided attempt to break into this place.
"Take a picture, but keep my head out of it." The man fucking her said.
Laura groaned as the camera flashed several times as she was being fucked.
The man behind her leaned forward fondling her tits as he fucked her.
"I'm cumming!" He announced as he began bucking his hips harder and faster.
"No, stop!" Laura pleaded as she felt his cock begin to spew inside her.
"That was fucking great." The stranger said as he pulled his cock out of Laura's pussy. "Who's next?"
Laura heard several voices volunteer. She tried to guess at how many there were and determined that there were at least five men there.
Another man got behind her and rammed his cock inside her cunt.
