To a dance club

Unleashed Passions had a long line outside, but it moved surprisingly quickly once Amy and Co joined it. As her friends talked amongst themselves Amy found her gaze wandering. The large neon sign seemed to be on the fritz and occasionally said "leashed Passions." Amy giggled to herself imagining the dancers all wiggling around with leashes dangling from their necks, moving in stilted, halting fashion to avoid letting their passion out.

"See you're smiling already," coaxed Toni, poking Amy's cheek. "I'm so happy you came along."

"Yeah," agreed the bound student, "but I still don't know how I'm going to dance."

"I'm excited to see how you figure it out," replied her roommate with an encouraging smile.

They were almost at the club's entrance now, and Amy was getting a bit nervous as she heard the sounds of the crowded building drifting out. Butterflies started to especially flutter in her stomach because her coat's belt seemed to be loosening, but her friends were already rushing inside. As quickly as her shackled legs could take her, Amy followed them, only to be stopped suddenly by a smartly dressed woman standing beside a desk. "Coat check," the woman said bluntly.

"Oh, no thank you," responded Amy, "I'll just keep it on." She shuffled sideways, eager to catch up to her friends who were already passing through a second set of doors.

"I'm afraid I must insist," said the woman, blocking her path again. "House policy, you could easily have weapons or **** in there."

"Oh," mumbled Amy. Taking off her coat wasn't a viable option. "I think we'll have to go somewhere else then." Her chains rattled as she uselessly attempted to wave at her friends, who'd already disappeared into the club. It was an especially futile task because her hands were not only shackled behind her but also pinned under her coat. "Toni! Crystal!" she called out, but they were long gone.

Amy's chains jingled again as she nervously weighed her options. She'd have to rush into the club to get her friends' attention, but it was clear she'd have to hand her coat over to this strict desk agent to make that happen. She really didn't want to be exposed as the kind of weirdo that wore shackles (and little else) to go dancing. But the only other option was to wait outside until her friends noticed her absence. She really didn't want to do that, especially considering there was a good chance her coat would open on its own any minute now.

Thus her cheeks grew as red as a tomato, and she awkwardly asked the clerk, "can you help me take it off."

"Certainly," she replied, helping Amy slip out of the garment. "Wow," she chuckled, "clearly you're not hiding any **** in that outfit." Amy shifted nervously desperately trying to hide her exposed body. "Don't worry," encouraged the clerk, as she brazenly tucked the ticket corresponding to the confiscated coat into Amy's bra, "you can still go in. I don't think that's even the strangest outfit I've seen this month."

This was a small comfort to Amy as she took her hobbled steps towards the throbbing house music; she was still intent on leaving once she found her friends. Her near-nudity burned across her skin as she stepped into the crowded dance floor, feeling all eyes turn toward her.

Just find everyone and get out, she reminded herself. It would only take a minute.

She found Toni first, or rather Toni found her. "Looking amazing!" her roommate yelled over the music as she rushed towards Amy, a shot glass in each hand. "If that doesn't deserve a celebratory shot, I don't know what does." She clinked the two tiny glasses together before touching one to Amy's lips.

The helpless woman slurped down the offered ****. She coughed as the cinnamon-spiced rum slid down her throat, but smiled as she felt its warm buzz alleviate some of her nervousness. She still was not in any mood to stick around in this crowded club wearing just her underwear. "Thanks," Amy said, raising her voice over the thumping music. "but I was hoping we could get going?"

"You already want to get moving on the dance floor?" Her roommate raised an eyebrow in admiration. "Sarah and I were going to get our drink on over at that table first, but Crystal and Kat are already at it." Toni pointed out the two women on the dance floor. Crystal was a very talented dancer and quite limber, Kat was wildly performing some interesting moves that might be popular in England.

Amy smiled at their excitement. They looked like they were having so much fun. Maybe she could stay for a few minutes, solely for the birthday girl's sake. There was no way at all she was having thoughts of dancing with them in her current state of undress, no siree. With Toni's help, she shuffled towards their table. Sarah waved excitedly as she saw them approach.

Normally Amy didn't like crowds (especially if she was just in tiny underwear). But right now there was something welcoming about the brush of their bodies on her naked skin. They were warm and provided a closeness that she didn't realize was lacking. Subconsciously, she pursued these caresses, accidently bumping into someone hard enough to make him spill his drink.

"Watch, the fuck, where you're going," the angry man slurred out as he turned to face Amy with fists raised. His wrath immediately twisted into a lecherous grin when his eyes focused on her. "That's quite the get up you got there. Looking for some fun?"

"I'm sorry for bumping into you," stammered Amy, unsure if her whisper of a voice could even be heard over the loud music.

Despite his swaying stance, the man's gaze never wavered from Amy's body. "Hey, I know you. You're the girl. The Girl. Youse hardly tied up at all." He grabbed the chain running down Amy's back before she knew what was happening and started tugging her towards the exit. "C'mon everybody I got some duct tape in my truck. We'll immobilize her properly. Then have some real fun."

Confused and frightened, Amy tugged uselessly against her strict restraints as her eyes darted around helplessly. Steadily, everyone in the club turned towards the disturbance. Toni too turned around suddenly realizing her roommate wasn't beside her; she rushed back, but Crystal was the first at Amy's side.

"The hell are you doing?" yelled the blonde, her ditsy demeanor seemingly gone. She furiously started tugging the guys fingers off of Amy's chain.

Toni was next to reach Amy, interposing herself combatively between her roommate and the **** jerk. "Oh come on," he protested, still slurring, "we all know--"

A hand like a meathook yanked the drunk back before he could finish the sentence. The club's bouncer continued to forcibly lead him outside in under a minute.

"Oh. My. Gawd." exclaimed Crystal back to her usual self. She tightly wrapped her arms around Amy. "Are you okay? That guy was so random."

"Yeah, I guess," Amy responded. She was a bit shaken by the event, but her friends joined in on Crystal's hug, making her feel much calmer. The group hug lasted for a minute before Amy relaxed her grip on her friends. "Thanks guys," she said shyly, a bit embarrassed by how much she enjoyed their cocoon.

"Well I think we should get some free drinks from that," announced Crystal as she released Amy with a final squeeze.

"It's not really the club's fault," mumbled Amy. "I bumped into him."

Crystal stared back blankly, seemingly not fully understanding Amy's words. "No, they got him drunk, and acting like a dumbass." She adjusted the top of her dress to expose a lot more of her breasts. "I'll coax some free drinks out of them."

It was warm in the club, even for the underwear-clad student, but Amy felt emotionally cold nonetheless. She hunched her shoulders in a helpless attempt to hug herself. "I don't want to be a burden," she mumbled.

"You're not," encouraged Kat, giving Amy another squeeze "the exact opposite really. That guy was just mental."

"You won't be seeing him ever again," Toni chimed in.

Amy laughed awkwardly. "You make it sound like you're gonna have him 'taken-out'." A thick pause followed her comment. "Like he's spilling KGB secrets and they're going to eliminate him," she added, forcing out another awkward laugh.

An even more powerful pause threatened to follow, but Sarah cut it short by answering, "nothing like that. I just know his mother. Once she hears how he's been harassing innocent young women, he's going to be dragged back to his hometown to learn some proper manners."

"Oh," said Amy sullenly. That still seemed a bit ****. As upsetting as the experience was, it must have just been a misunderstanding. She clearly wasn't "The Girl" he was talking about.

"Time to get drunk," declared Crystal, returning with a tray of shots. She placed it down on their table, then grabbed two of them, and clinked them together. "Cheers," she said, placing one of the tiny drinks to Amy's lips and the other to her own. Startled, but with no other choice, Amy swigged the hard liquor back as Crystal poured it into her mouth. The tingling buzz that followed soothed her agitated nerves.

The bound student's night quickly improved after that. Her friends helped her get plenty of drinks, many of which had a straw, so she'd be able to sip them down with her hands still imprisoned behind her. For some reason, every drink her friends ordered they asked for a lemon twist, or stripper style. Curious, Amy stole a few sips from their drinks, but found them a bit bland compared to hers. Oh well, to each her own, she thought as she slugged down the last of her redheaded slut in one gulp.

She usually didn't drink this much, but everyone was being so nice, she just couldn't say no. It wasn't a problem, Amy was still in control of her senses; a delightful buzz was just tickling across her skin like a hundred tongues. She was sober enough to pick up on the mischievous nature of her friend's private conversation.

"Whatcha guys talking about?" she inquired, her tipsy nature betrayed by her lumbering words.