She goes with the guys, and naturally gets drunk

Amanda thought about it. Give a blowjob where guys like these could walk in on her, or have them pay to get her in? It was an easy choice and she smirked at the bouncer as she said, "I'd love to go in with you guys."

"Down," the bouncer corrected as one of the guys handed over her ten and their own ten dollar admission as well. Amanda, however, never noticed that they'd paid substantially less than her. "You mean you want to go down."

Amanda's brow wrinkled as she tried to figure out what he was talking about, then jumped when on of the guys put a hand on her ass and stiffened when another grabbed a boob.

"C'mon babe, let's get going." they said, leading her to the door.

"Wait! My money!"

"We handled it," they said, and the door opened to thundering music and strobe lights.

The noise drowned out her further protests that she'd already paid forty and she found herself being hustled down a set of stairs, ripped off for the second time that day.

"...drink?" one of them yelled, though she only heard the word drink. She nodded vigorously, and he waved four fingers at the bartender. His friend went over to grab them, asking something and pointing to the golden curtain at the end of the room, motioning to himself and Amanda.

The bartender started to shake his head then picked up the phone. He listened, nodded, and hung up, shrugging at the guy and nodding.

Amanda didn't notice the exchange, instead staring at the girls parading around naked or close to it. One girl was gyrating on the stage, ever so slowing stripping herself of clothes and men of their money.

"... back!" the guy with the drinks yelled, the rest of his words drowned out by the music and the crowd. He handed out the bottles, opening one for Amanda and another for himself. Instinctively Amanda swallowed, guzzling the beer as if it were medicine for her rough day.

The guys surrounded her, taking liberties with her body while she tried to figure out what to do. Amanda knew she should probably go talk to the bartender, but whenever she moved toward him the guys would get in her way. Finally she decided to be clever, and guzzled down the rest of the beer in one shot.

Wiping her mouth she held up her empty, and yelled, "I should get another."

The guys only heard 'another' and handed her one of theirs, taking her empty. Amanda let out a huff that no one heard, then drank that one down, planning on the same ploy. Unfortunately, as soon as she guzzled that drink the next appeared.

Amanda knew there were two more drinks, and the guys might just give her those, but she also figured that she could easily drink two and then get away easily.

After the second was done, watching the dancers all the while, she was confused when another bottle entered her hand. Hadn't she just drank the fourth? Or was that the third?

The guys smirked at each other, watching as she shrugged and then downed her fifth beer before accepting the sixth with a small frown. They started pushing her towards the back room, supplying a seventh as they went. She had just accepted the eighth when they passed the curtain, and drank that all the way down as they half-carried her to the end-booth.

"Wha? Where're we?" she asked with a slur. "Wha's we doin' 'ere?"

"You were about to pay us."

Amanda stared up at them, then fumbled around for money, finding nothing of the sort in her tiny purse. "I... no money," she said, but collapsed against a guy in an apparent attempt at seduction.

"I could..."