Outfit #2

Emma put on a new black evening dress she bought last week. The top of it showed a large bit of her huge cleavage. The bottom half of the dress hugged her ass and thighs nicely. She was proud of her ass because it was big and round. She looked tall because she was wearing a pair of new Italian evening shoes with 4-inch stiletto heels, trimmed with rhinestones on the straps. Her shoes plus the short hem of the dress, just above her knees, showed off her long legs. She also decided to go commando underneath her dress.

Because the dress fit so snug, walking was slow. Dancing would be tricky and running was out of the question. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and done up nicely. Overall, her appearance was stunning.

Her date told her to meet him here for drinks, but now she wasn't sure if this was the right lounge as she looked around. Even the taxi driver asked her several times if she was sure about the address. Not seeing her date, she decided to order a glass of wine and wait a little while for him. Spotting an empty booth by the pool table, she sat and hoped the tour guide her date, would show up soon. She cursed herself, especially since she didn't like being here alone.

The four guys playing pool stared at her for a while and then ask her if she wanted to join them. Politely declining, she said she was waiting for her date.

Each of them blatantly stared and she felt like she was being violated somehow by their glances. They would lick their lips every time she looked their way. After more drinks, it got worse. They stood near her and rubbed their crotches waiting for their turn to shoot. They kept getting more crude with their remarks to each other, as though she wasn't there.

"HOW ABOUT SPREADING THOSE LEGS SO WE HAVE A REAL HOLE TO AIM AT!", one of the men playing pool said to her.

"DO YOU FUCK AS GOOD AS YOU LOOK?", another asked.

She tried to ignore their obscenities but couldn't. She decided to wait outside for her date to show up and was going to leave when one of them quickly came over. He placed one hand on her shoulder and roughly pushed her back in the booth while taking the seat next to her.

"BET YOU A BLOW-JOB I MAKE MY NEXT SHOT!" he said loudly then licked and kissed her ear.

She only sat there with her mouth gaping open and her eyes open wide in disbelief. She was shocked by his vulgar remark. No man had ever talked to her that way before, let alone treat her the way he was. When she didn't say or do anything, he shoved his hand under her dress, rubbing high above her knees, and tried to pry her thighs apart. She fought him and looked for help from the other men. Somebody yelled that it was his shot. When he got up, she was relieved, but not for long. Another man took his place and two more sat directly across, trapping her in the booth. The man who fondled her made his shot. He threw the cue stick on the table, looked at her with an evil grin, and slowly walked over to the booth.

"YOU OWE ME A BLOW-JOB!" was all he said.

The bartender quickly ran to the front door and locked it. Two men pulled her kicking and screaming body out of the booth. They said she could fight and scream all she wanted but was still going to give that blow-job one way or the other! Emma went white from fear and begged the men to let her go. She said she didn't have a lot of money, but he could have it if he'd let her go. The guy pulled his zipper down and laughed.

"WE DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR MONEY! YOU CAN KEEP THAT! BUT WE AIN'T GOING TO LET YOU KEEP THAT PUSSY TO YOURSELF!" he told her.

She was about to be gang-****. She had only two choices. Fight and hope to escape, or try to relax and hope they didn't seriously hurt her.