Dancing

You feel your body kind of slump toward the person talking about dancing. "Whatever. I'll find another slut," you hear the other guy say in a frightening voice. You are suddenly glad you did not go with him, not that your choice was all that intentional to begin with. As he stomps off, you are lead to the dance floor by the other guy.

The music pulses through your veins. The bass is heavy enough to make your heart race. You feel the guy's hands all over you as you try to dance. You are certain that you look like a fool due to how tipsy you were, but you did your best to play it off. You swayed your hips, ran your hands through your hair, even dipped your ass a time or two--anything to carry the illusion that you had it all together.

Your dance partner was grinding against you from behind now. You could feel his hard on. It was not the first time you danced with a guy and ended up dry humping, and you doubt it would be the last. You just played it off, **** as ever to forget about earlier.

Before you knew it though, you felt another guy. This one had moved in front of you, his hands on your swaying hips, moving with the rhythm of your body. You were pinned between him and your original dance partner. Both pushed up on you. Hands were squeezing your hips and your sides, running up and down as you three danced. One hand even danced stroke up your inner thigh.

At that point, you decided you had enough and started to pull away. Unfortunately, in your weakened state, it was a little difficult to do. "What's the matter, babe? You want to go somewhere private," came the voice behind you. You tried to say no, but found yourself suddenly disoriented by the change in tempo. The new song was much faster.

So, you tried to pull away again. "I think that's a yes," came the voice in front of you. Before you knew it, both guys were dragging you out of the room. You held tight onto them to keep from falling. You could only worry about where they were planning to take you.