Emma was very quiet as they left the hotel. Rob noticed the change in her, she wasn't quiet in a moody, sulking way, she clearly had something on her mind. Something more than what he was doing to her. He didn't know what had happened in the bathroom, but did know that she'd been gone a long time and was there long after Alex had returned to the group with a big grin on his face having emptied his balls down Emma's throat. Had something else happened? Had she spoken to Jason? He was pretty confident that she wouldn't have told Jason anything that was going on, why on earth would she? But if she had, then Rob's life was over.
Deciding not to push it with her straight away, he chose to call into a quiet bar close to the hotel for a drink.
The bar had pretty dark mood lighting and only a handful of people, mostly couples, in. Rob went to the bar to order and Emma found a table away from everyone.
As she ran through the events of the last hour, she knew she had to pull herself together. Rob was expecting her to do whatever he said tonight and she knew the consequences if she didn't.
Thinking about the hotel bathroom, she could hear Ryan's voice again, the names he called her, the way he moved her around by her hair, the aggressiveness of the way he used her. Did she deserve it? After all, she had willingly kissed him earlier on. She had willingly let him grope her Infront of two other men and then wanked him off Infront of them. Ryan had then seen her willingly give his best friend a blowjob, so it was only natural for him to assume that she was his for the taking. Was she really justifying rape? The word 'willingly' kept coming up as she pondered. To what extent was she willing to do any of that stuff? Before any of this had started she would have slapped a man who tried to kiss her or feel her up, but now she was 'willingly' letting them do not only that, but to wank them, suck them and in Steve and Robs case, fuck them. Was there really any difference between what Steve did to her in the room compared to Ryan in the bathroom? Steve thought he was raping her and to any normal person, he was, but Emma had justified that in her mind, she just had to justify Ryan in the same way.
Her train of thought was broken by Rob returning with their drinks. 'Here you go, you look hot as shit by the way, I was looking at you from the bar'. His tone was different, even if his words were not, and Emma knew that he was making an effort to keep the night on track. She also knew that Rob wasn't a patient man. He would soon get bored of trying to be nice and either make her do even more degrading stuff than usual or walk away and tear her life apart with his videos. She had to put Ryan behind her. It was done, he hadn't hurt her badly despite being rough and there was nothing she could do to change it, so she had to put it to the back of her mind just like she had all the other stuff from the past week.
By the time they finished their drinks, Rob could tell his night was back on and that Emma had dealt with whatever issues she had had. 'Undo that blouse a bit, I miss those tits' he grinned, deciding to test the waters.
Emma looked around, then undid the next button on her blouse, revealing her full clevage. 'One more'. Rob grinned as he sat back in his seat. Emma complied and undid the next one which was being strained across her chest, releasing her boobs and black bra fully into view.
'The next place we're going to is a bit more lively. Quite a big club called 'Ozone' do you know it?'
'No, I don't think so, been a while since I've been clubbing.' as she took another quick scan of the bar, relieved that nobody was looking at her.
'Well you're in for a treat then, a chance to relive your youth! I can imagine you were quite the club girl in your younger days.'
'I used to go out quite a bit yes, but feel too old these days.'
'Nonsense! You know you could still have any guy you wanted, I can picture you younger though, all dressed up like a whore, never paying for a drink and ending the night in an alley with a guy you just met!'
Emma laughed, but there was some truth to it. Not ending up an alley, but in her young, free and single days she was quite the party girl. She'd had the odd one night stand and got up to the usual mischief that an attractive drunk girl gets up to. 'Well not really, I just used to enjoy dancing.'
'Great! Then you're going to enjoy tonight, plenty of dancing. Problem is, as you know, I'm not much of a dancer, but I do like watching Sarah dance. I love watching her sexy body moving, other guys looking at her. Of course, she just dances with whichever woman she's out with, and rejects any male advances. But now I have a slut wife, I'm going to enjoy watching even more!'
'I'm not sure I follow.'
'I'm going to watch you dance.' he grinned. 'Watch your sexy body move to the music, but unlike Sarah, you won't reject male advances will you?'. Emma just looked at him, dreading where this was going. 'Any man who wants to dance with you, can dance with you. Understand?'. Again Emma just looked at him as she slowly nodded. 'Good, and as they dance with you, they might want to put their hands on you, and they can, understand? They can put their hands wherever they want. They can do whatever they want. If I think it's going too far, then I will step in, but I expect to see my slut in full slut mode. Understand? I expect a show.'
Knowing what men were like on the dancefloor, especially the drunk ones, she knew how much they liked to grope and grind against women. She knew that what Rob considered 'too far' was way different to what most people would. But, as usual, she had no choice but to just nod along.
As they left the bar, Emma quickly fastened her blouse on the way out. Rob had his arm around her as they walked for about five minutes to the club. The queue wasn't too long, but she was getting a few admiring looks from men in the queue and dirty looks from their girlfriends because of how she was dressed.
Their jackets checked in, the thumping of the music hit them as they entered the club. Rob was right, it was a big club. There were three seperate bars, two dancefloors and booths all the way around the perimeter. The club was packed and it took quite a while to get a drink, but eventually they were sitting at a booth.
The booths surrounded the dancefloors, with people dancing right the way up to some of the booths. Looking around, Emma noticed there was a huge age range in here, from groups of lads who were maybe 18, or maybe on fake IDs, to middle aged men on their own, presumably waiting till the end of the night to take the drunkest girls home. Rob slid closer to her on the curved bench seat, pulling her in and kissing her passionately. Emma kissed him back, knowing her role, as their tongues swirled over each other. Soon his hand was on her bare thigh and up under her leather skirt, slowly stroking the very top of her thigh. Breaking the kiss, he grinned at her. 'Showtime'.
Out of the two options of kissing Rob or being thrown to lions on the dancefloor, she would've preferred to stay with Rob, but it wasn't her choice. Quickly downing her drink, she stood and slowly started to dance Infront of the booth. Rob sat back, his arms stretched either side of him on the bench seat and his leg up Infront of him. 'Go further out babe, go have some fun.'
None of this was fun, but there was no use in protesting. She backed away, moving closer to the sea of people, feeling a bit foolish and self conscious dancing on her own. Within a minute, she was wishing she was dancing on her own though, as she had drawn the attention of two men.
Both were in their late 40's/early 50's. It seemed like they were there together but she couldn't tell. The first one was pretty drunk, dancing Infront of her, trying to make eye contact. The second already had his hands on her waist as she felt him move in close behind her.
Rob sat back and enjoyed the show, feeling like a pimp watching his slut perform. Emma looked over, the concern and embarrassment obvious on her face, but Rob didn't care and she knew he didn't.
The hands on her waist worked their way up her body, testing the waters, but she didn't put up any resistance, allowing them to get to her boobs, just light brushing at first, which led to cupping, then to squeezing. The man in front was watching the hands grope her. No one else seemed to have noticed, the dancefloor was busy and pretty dark, so unless you were actually looking, like Rob was, you couldn't really make much out of the swarm of people.
Feeling a button pop open on her blouse from the rough groping of her boobs, Emma decided to move, turning around to face the man, seeing him for the first time. She kept dancing as she closed the button on her blouse. The man was quite overweight, she'd felt his stomach against her as he'd tried to grind against her ass. She couldn't make him out fully, the dark dancefloor with strobe lighting making it difficult to fully identify someone.
The drunk man was now behind her and wasted no time in moving his hands to her boobs. Being considerably thinner, he was able to pull her close to him and she could feel his erection against her ass. Moving her to his own beat, grinding his bulge into her. The man Infront of her could see what was happening, he knew this slut was available to play with and eagerly took the opportunity to slide his chubby hand under her skirt. At first she didn't know who's hand it was, but ultimately it didn't matter, she was there to be taken advantage of.
His fingers found her thong, damp and sticky from her earlier exploits as he tried to slide it to one side whilst the other man was moving her around against his crotch.
