It was late, and I had just picked up my friend, Rebecca, and we were heading out to our favorite place to go dancing. It was a little known club, but always seemed to be bursting at the seams. I was grateful that no one I worked with regularly was there so I didn't have to worry about being so damnably straight-laced.
When we got out of the car, she glanced at my outfit and couldn't help but smile. What can I say? She knows me well, which includes my choice of clothing: somehow I always end up in something with laces-- I just get a kick out of being tied up. Plus, with the corset I get the added bonus of my tits poking out of a black brocaded top--it was a win/win situation! Grabbing her hand and kissing her on the cheek; we laugh as we walk in.
Once inside the music envelops us. Walking directly to the bar, I know that I usually need a little help loosening up, some things just don't come easily. I had just finished a cocktail-- my favorite, an amaretto sour. Finally, some of the tension in my shoulders was easing up. Peering out over the crowd, I wait for Rebecca to finish her drink. It was then that I feel eyes burning holes in the back of my head. My senses are heightened, and I'm feeling a little frightened (but a little bit paranoid), I scoot a little bit closer to Rebecca. Perhaps we shouldn't have come out tonight? As she sets down her glass, I figure I was being just a tad ridiculous. Leaving the bar and crossing to the dance floor, we begin to goof off and play around. After a few minutes of us dancing--and laughing like children, mind you-- I forget my fears and work at releasing the last few weeks of built up tension. My small skirt twirls gracefully, it swirls out from under me showing just a little too much thigh. I realize, with a girlish giggle, that as the night wears on I won't be paying so much attention and lord knows what everyone will see!
Mid-twirl, unfamiliar eyes meet mine from across the room; at once piercing and daring. Bravely I hold his gaze for a second, but something in his face frightens me. Dropping his gaze quickly, I go back to Rebecca. Somehow she notices that I'm out of it. In response to her unasked question, I look to his direction to find his eyes once more fixated on me. Smiling knowingly, she nudges me in his direction thinking that I'm being uncharacteristically shy.
One step at a time, I feel myself drawn to this man--talk about magnetism! I think. As soon as I am within his arm's reach, he grabs me by the hips then pulls me firmly against him; we dance. As he grinds himself against my front, I realize once more just how little my skirt leaves to the imagination. The thought leaves my mind quickly as cool air meets my thighs and cheeks as his hand crawls up to cup my ass, he holds the fabric of my skirt in a ball. His other hand lightly fingers the lacy light blue thong that I had put on earlier (I was at once glad and miffed that I had put it on). Outraged at his audacity, I pull away from the exposure, from him. Though if I were to be honest with myself-- I was even more outraged at my own body. Pulling my skirt out of his hands, I feign anger and indignation as I feel my body coming alive at him so innocently toying with it. Angry at him, angry at myself, I pull away from him and start back towards where I had left Rebecca. I didn't move quick enough. Strong fingers crush my wrist as I am flung against him once more. His right hand is gripping my ribcage, his other firmly against my hipbone. I'm panicking now. My breath is fast and my heart is pounding. That's the dangerous thing about steel boned, tightly laced corsets-- if you get too excited, you try to breathe too much, you can easily pass out. Unfortunately, he realizes this before I can remember it. His fingers acted as quick as his intuition-- I felt them grab the laces of my bodice and bent his head to speak,
"You will calm down right now. Do you really want to pass out in a crowd like this?" (Although his intonation on that final word let me know that I'd have more to fear from him than anyone else in the room.) "You have two options, really. One. You calm yourself down and keep yourself from fainting. Two. I remove your corset and assist you in breathing properly. Either way, you'll not pass out. [pause] Which will it be?"
I was having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying instead of his voice. God. This man had one of those voices that should be illegal. It was like a fine rich European chocolate--the type of voice that made anything insane and totally wrong sound completely normal and logical. Realizing the power of his voice did not make me any calmer... But he was right, if I had this choice I should choose wisely.
Shutting my eyes tightly-- I could still see him smirking through my closed eyelids -- I take several deep breaths and force myself to be still, and be calm; all the while his right hand drew circles over my lower back, venturing lower and playing with the edge of my skirt again. Snapping open, I eyed him with a renewal of fear.
Sure, I'd won the battle but lost the war. Now I'm calm, as he toys with me, wonderful. Internally grumbling at my ability to get myself into messes-- I felt his nails digging into the back of my neck, and realized that he wanted me to pay attention to him. Indignation replaced my initial fear, cocking my head up to meet his eyes. Curling my lips, I barely got the preemptive "How dare you" out before he viciously grabbed a handful of my tumbling curls and yanked backwards, forcing my eyes to meet his at an awkward angle. This was no lover's caress, it was difficult to keep his visage from blurring from my eyes watering. His small menacing grin made my helplessness definite. One masculine finger started at my jawbone and trailed lower across my exposed neck.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Then across my collar bone.
