Trouble comes your way

Martin Ross wasn't a man of culture, in any of its meanings, but there was a fable he once read that really stuck to him.

The boiled frog fable.

No, was it a saying, a proverb or maybe a metaphor?
He wasn't sure, but he sure couldn't count how many time he sadly cried over the poor frog.
However, when he grew up and learned the concept behind the story, the tears turned into grins when he treated babes as frogs in warm water.

As the story goes, a frog throw in hot water will quickly jump out of it.
On the other hand, placing it gently in warm water will make it relax and ignore the slowly raising heat, allowing itself to be boiled to death without any resistance.

The same mentality often applied to girls, especially standoffish ones like Sunny.
The girl would keep her guard up for an horny jock trying all his tricks to get into her panties, but an heated but not too clingy dance?

Sure, he was humping the hell out your ass, but you were also twerking so it could still albeit barely be considered within the limits of dancing, dirty but still dancing. Groping? Did an hand caressing her navel be considered groping?
Maybe in the beginning you were fully on guard against the stranger grinding against your back, especially since your body right now was especially perceptive to sexual advances... but would you be able to keep your guard up all the way, especially since the situation wasn't escalating at all?

Someone may plan a theft for a year, but nobody would guard against thieves for the same amount of time.
The same applied for you. In the beginning you were fully intent on getting the hell out of here and were wary of any male around, but after five minutes where he didn't overstep the limit? Ten minutes later? A quarter?
The more you danced, the more aroused you were, the more time passed. With the premise of him not going overboard, each and every one of those points slowly lowered your guard against him and corroded your will against temptations.

In the beginning you may have reacted strongly to a little grope, but half an hour later you didn't care much about the hand heartily squeezing your breast. You were sure you'd still kick his ass should he overstep his limits, but how loose those limits had become? You didn't know, and Martin didn't wish to push his luck. Not right now at least...

It was like so that half an hour, dozen gropes and couple smooches later, he was thinking about how to lead you to the toilets for a quickie without you dumping him once off the dancing floor. Should he offer a drink first? Roofing might be cheap, but making you a cheap girl was a thrill of his own.

Martin's streak of good luck however didn't stop at him being your random partner and you not directly stomping his foot once engaged in dance. Nope, it looked like tonight was indeed his lucky night since a few thug-like guys were now approaching towards them, giving him the chance of being the "hero who saves the beauty". No, would there even be a chance like that, considering who's the beauty?

"Hey bro, you've hogged the babe for long enough. No cool bro, no cool, either share or get the hell out of here before..." the thug didn't finish, he didn't need to... or at least never felt the need. Not ever, so not now too.

Martin sweated bullets and handed you over... not.

He gallantly moved from to your back to your side, then... shoved his hand down your pants, barely giving you the time to grab his wrist before he jammed his finger into your drenched pussy and stirred you up with quick curling motions, making you gasp while he dealt with the thugs "I've got no bro like you. My bro owns this place, an i own this pussy. Now scram before..."

He too didn't need to add what came after the before, but unlike the previous threat... this one got the thug running, while you gasped again, though not for the same reason.
This guy's bro owned the club? Then, this guy had some relationships to those gangsters?

Marting felt your pussy tighten up when he mentioned his ties to the gang and felt surprised. Were you into bad boys? His "relationship" to the gang was much like his role as a rugby member, just another card to trick a girl into his bed, but he really didn't think such a card would actually work on THE Sunny Brights.
He showed none of it though, hiding his surprise and smiling at you "Were you scared?"

Forgetting about the finger still stirring your pussy, while shifting your hips due to the stimulation you shook your head in denial and answered "No... but your bro really owns this place? You're not boasting, are you?"

"Nope, we bros have gone though thick and thin together and... well, this isn't the place to talk about this, is it?" He couldn't believe you were biting such a cheap bait. You, on the other hand, also thought that talking in such a place booming with bombastic music wouldn't be for the best and nodded. He previously didn't overstep his limits, so with your guard lowered and focused on the chance of getting some insider info... you completely neglected that he was a guy as horny as anyone else, and that his finger was currently leisurely playing with your kitty.