Behind the club

Rather than walking out the club hand in hand, he lead you out through a back door and by pulling you by the pussy.
Indeed, after shoving his hands in your panties he didn't take it out any more and used the finger jammed in your flower as leverage to pull you forward while he took the lead.

Your hand on his wrist was nothing more than token resistance, it made it look like you wished to pull it away despite not really putting any effort in such endeavour... it wasn't like you actually wanted to keep his hand here, but your body just couldn't exert any more effort than it already did and anyway, with his finger here you couldn't feel the vibe as much as before!
Not realizing you were choosing the worst of the two evils and unable to properly convey your intentions in words due to the loud music, you waddled off the dancing grounds and towards the toilets... did he want to pull you in there for a quickie?

The realization alarmed your mind and, while being in heat meant your body would be up for it, you readied yourself to... escape? Fling him away? You weren't sure, you'd come up with something once he'd try something.
Too bad that he didn't, and passing in front of the toilets without actually going in not only made you relax but also lower your guard even more than before the false alarm, feeling guilt for doubting his intentions.

Martin on the other hand was grinning so hard... could this get any better? Despite getting off the dancing floor you didn't pull his hand out and obediently followed him away, only tensing in front of the toilets but not acting up.
Indeed, he had gotten it all planned. If you didn't tense then he would indeed pull you in a stall for a quickie, while if you were still alert enough... he wouldn't take any chance of ruining his night due to impatience and lead you behind the club. The place was as good as anywhere else to pound your brains out, and the false alarm from the toilets would surely make your guard fall lower than ever.

As to how check how tense you were without turning around... sure, he couldn't see your face, but you kindly allowed him to keep his fingers within your body so feeling you squeeze it up so much while walking towards the toilets... how could he not know?
No toilet stall, tonight he would have you behind the club.

Couples in various states of undress littered the dimly lit hallway leading to the backdoor and even after you walked through it, the feeble moans from all around indicated you two weren't alone in this dark hallway. Well, maybe you were the only ones not here to make our or fuck... not if things got your way at least, though the finger in your drenched pussy sure told another story.