This story happened less than a year after the events with Richard ended.
I was at a club a few years ago. I don't go to many clubs, I'm just not a club girl. I'm more of a "pub girl," or if I'm going to drink, then I'm a "drink at home with friends girl." This night I was dragged out by some friends who wanted to party, so I begrudgingly went out to the club with them.
I was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. One of my friends said I needed to get into the clubbing spirit and made me change into a short skirt she loaned me and a low cut top. I felt awkward, but whatever. We get to the club and we start drinking and dancing. For the most part, it's just the girls. A few hours later, the group is starting to dissolve, with a few of the others being asked to dance and so on. I get asked to dance, so I start dancing with this cute guy. He seems a bit aggressive, but I chalk it up to the booze.
His name was Todd and like I said, he was cute and kind of charming, so I kept dancing with him. As the night went on, Todd hung around with us, but always staying pretty close to me, always having his hands on me somehow.
We went back to dancing and in the heat of us grinding and dancing, he kissed me, I was getting horny from dancing and drinking, so I went with it. He took it as a sign to take things further and slid his hand down my back, just below my ass then back up and under my skirt. I moved to pull away but he pulled me back to him and squeezed my ass, not letting me get away.
I started to struggle but only half-heartedly, not wanting to cause a scene. Todd moved his hand in between our bodies and up my skirt. He was trying to get his hand between my thighs but I had them clamped tight. That is, until I was bumped from behind and had to regain my balance. He used his knee to keep me from closing my thighs again and got his hand between my legs. He started rubbing me through my panties and I shuddered. It felt good. I didn't want this, but he was taking it, I hated that my body was reacting, but I couldn't help it.
I kept struggling, but he eventually got his hands into my panties and started stroking my clit. I was struggling so much, he let go of my ass and grabbed my hair. He held me by my hair and finger fucked me right there on the dance floor. If anyone noticed, they did nothing about it.
"Ungh ughn oh oh oh." I whimpered.
Trying to fight back moans, I was scared but turned on. I was already wet but it made me want more. He kept fingering me, holding me in place by my hair and I couldn't hold back. He knew I was close and he grinned at me while made me cum right there on the dance floor, surrounded by strangers.
I gritted my teeth and struggled to hold back my moans as my knees buckled and I came right there on the dance floor. He pulled me close and held me. He looked down at me with a big smile.
"Don't worry," He said as he stroked my hair, "we're just getting started."
After my orgasm, I was a bit weak, and still out of it from the booze. He put his arm around me and started walking me off the dance floor and acted like he was taking me back to the table but we passed it. As we passed it I made eye contact with one of my friends and pleaded for help with my eyes, still afraid of making a scene. She just smiled at me and mouthed the words "Get it, girl" and we went outside.
He took me to his car shoved me inside. I tried to get out but he was in the driver's seat and starting his car before I could even sit up. We drove off a few miles from the club speeding on the highway him not saying a word. I was terrified by this time and I wanted to get away but had nowhere to go.
He finally pulled over at a rest stop area and I opened my door and tried to run. He caught me right away. He tackled me into a grassy area and pinned me down. While I was on my back panting and looking up at him he kissed me hard. I struggled but he was too strong. He picked me up by my hair and slapped me for running.
