I was dancing on a busy dance floor in a tight flare purple mini skirt and a shiny black midriff halter neck. There were small, two-people sized platforms over the dance floor which were a high step up for me. Being quite short at 5ft 2in, I had to jump up to get onto one.
As I danced, I noticed there were little loops I could stick the toes of my shoes in. Feeling buzzed, I slipped my left shoe under. The loop helped me feel like I was not going to step off the edge or lose my balance, so I put my right foot in the other loop. I felt a hum like a motor starting to spin under my feet. As soon as I did, bars started to rise around the edge of the platform.
The bars rising around me triggered an animal instinct, giving me the feeling of being trapped in a cage. Feeling the moment, I grabbed a hold of and leant on the bars, as I like twisting low to the ground dancing. I danced happily and quite crazily for a couple of minutes. As I moved to the music, thrashing and grinding up and down, I went to slide my hands away from the bars but felt something hard against my wrists. I stopped with my hands above my head. I looked up to find my wrists had been enveloped in metal cuffs.
Before panic totally set in, a bright light shone on me, distracting me. I heard the DJ exclaim, "We have selected the sexiest dancer of the night and we've given her a golden cage as a reward! Come watch her dance! Let's show her some love!" he yelled out to the crowd. Then looking, directly at me, he went on. "Free drinks for the rest of the night if you can stay in the cage."
The promise of free drinks sounded great. I ended up here at this club only because the big sign outside advertised 'Ladies get in Free.' I was tipsy, but I could sure go for more. Up for the challenge, I started to dance again, realising I could move my hands up and down the pole to just above my waist level. The spotlight dimmed and I realised how many people were watching and cheering me on. Performing in the centre of a crowd of excited dancers gave me a rush of excitement.
"Come on, everyone - show her how sexy she is!" I heard the DJ yell out, as a song was winding down. With that, I felt a hand run up my leg and squeeze my inner thigh. I paused and realised unless I stopped dancing and got out I could not stop them touching me, and I realized in that moment that this was part of the game. Tonight, I had won more than drinks.
Following the driving rhythm of the club music, I danced as best I could as multiple hands ran over my legs and tummy. The attention was intoxicating, drawing me closer to the bars, my body swaying where the faceless hands led my body. I leant forward, rocking hips, low and hard towards the bars. Someone used this opportunity to reach under my skirt and push a finger past my panties.
I could feel the silky wet fabric being pushed against my leg as the hungry fingers invaded, pushing relentlessly to get into my pussy. The wetness between my legs betrayed the helplessness I felt as the groping continued. Torn between arousal and vulnerability, I danced as much to the music as I did to get away, as I did not want to let people get away with that much.
I moved to unhook my feet, only to discover I was now locked in. I looked to the DJ and shook my head, mouthing, "Stop!". He grinned wickedly at me and encouraged the partygoers. "She is getting close to winning her prize, guys. She looks awfully thirsty. Who wants to buy this sexy dancer a drink to help her keep moving? Who's gonna step up and help her get there?"
Very quickly there was a guy standing up on the edge with a shot glass held out to my lips. He grabbed my top to hold me close then pinched my nipple, making me gasp. As my lips parted, he pressed the shot to my mouth and tipped. The shot was deliciously sweet and went down smooth. Before the shot had made it down my throat, he pulled me hard against the poles and gave me a forceful kiss and jumped back into the crowd.
