Grinding

Lilybeth was finally able to find her balance when the woman let go of her hair in a quieter part of the club, lined with sofas overlooking the dance floor.

She stood as tall as she could and yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Lilybeth waited for a reaction but none came. The woman turned to a man who appeared to be moping on one of the sofas and asked, "Well?! Just your type!"

Lilybeth had had enough of this, she turned to leave and find a bouncer to get them kicked out of here -- in her head. In reality, her shoes were stuck in place on the floor. She struggled to get her feet free to no avail while the two people talked about her.

"She's nice but I'm not in the mood."

"Look at her ass." The woman reached over and squeezed Lilybeth's butt, as if trying to sell it.

Lilybeth interrupted, slapping the woman's hands away, "what did you do to my shoes? Let me g-- MM!" She was surprised to find herself sucking her thumb, impeding her ability to argue or scream for help over the booming dance music. She tried to pull her thumb free but found herself sucking it harder. She'd never felt such a bizarre lack of control over her body before and wondered to herself, 'Is this what **** does? Surely not.'

"I'm not in the mood, Scarlett." The man sulked.

The woman, Scarlett, walked over to Lilybeth and whispered in her ear, "My friend is having a bad day and I want you to help him with that. I can make you do anything I want, so be thankful that I'm only asking you to sit on his lap and give him a little dance. Any other day and I'd take you as my own."

Lilybeth looked at her, thumb still in mouth, horrified.

"If he's unsatisfied by the time you're done, imagine what else I can make you do, and make it 1.000 times worse. Go get 'em." She slapped Lilybeth's ass as the confused girl started walking towards the seated man.

Lilybeth fought her legs as best as she could as she found herself walking to the man. She was worried she would walk right into him when at the last moment she spun around to face away from him and reversed until each of her feet were next to his, on the outside, and she lowered her soft behind onto his crotch.

She turned her neck to look at him, scared, in hope he might help her. Her thumb-sucking came across as both innocent and unintentionally erotic. She looked up at Scarlett for instruction, who waved her wrist in the direction of Lilybeth's hips. She had no time to wonder what that meant because her hips had already started grinding her ass onto him of their own accord.

Despite how improper this was, and it goes without saying that Lilybeth had never done anything like this before, she knew better than to try to fight it at this point - whoever the mystery pair were, they were clearly powerful in a way that she'd never experienced or even heard of outside of books she'd read as a teenager. She sucked her thumb and rubbed her ass on him while she listened to them intently for clues.

"Come on! Enjoy the place! You can still have fun with us!" Scarlett yelled at Hugo over the music. "Just let us do the casting for you for a few months; it'll be just like you did it."

Lilybeth wondered what casting meant. Like magic?

"I appreciate what you're trying to do. It's just not the same. It's no fun."

"That's why this girl's here! Exactly your type: innocent and scared!"

Lilybeth frowned as it became clearer what her role was here.

Scarlett bent down at her waist, with perfectly straight legs and looked at Lilybeth in the eye. "And she knows exactly what will happen if she doesn't cheer you up."

Lilybeth gulped. The terrified girl put even more energy into her novice lap dance, trying to earn her freedom. To her horror, it was no use. The man slid out from underneath her, leaving her stuck grinding her crotch into the red leather sofa. "It's not the same," he said as he walked away.

Scarlett followed him through the crowd. "Oh come on, it's no fun without you! We're a team!"

Lilybeth watched them walk away from her into the crowd. She tried desperately to persuade her body to do anything other than grind in place on the squeaky sofa, performing as if she were on someone's lap.

"Please!" She tried to call after them around her thumb, but only managed to attract the attention of another guy, who elbowed his friend and gestured toward her awkward dance. As her audience grew, she cursed her friends for persuading her to come to a club in the first place. This was a hell of a first time experience.

She looked up in relief as someone stepped out of the crowd towards her. Her expression changed to fear pretty quickly as she realised she didn't recognise him, and it was pretty clear he wasn't here to help her. She felt herself instinctively lifting herself, allowing him to slide underneath her. She continued to perform for him as he took photos of the performance.

She continued for what felt like an eternity, entertaining a long line of girls and guys, dreading to think how many photos of her would be on social media by the end of the night. She hoped they wouldn't make it to her college campus, but with this many people it was a matter of certainty.

Lilybeth wondered if they were ever going to come back to release her, when all of a sudden, she found herself in control of her body again. To her relief, they must have decided she did a good enough job after all.

Her rage for being trapped this way for hours needed an outlet, and the guy she was straddling was about to become her victim. As soon as she could, she stopped her involuntary lap dance and tried to strangle him. She spun around, straddling his lap, but as she put her hand on his neck she found it hard to get much of a grasp - her hand kept slipping off of his neck.

What was going on?!