Surprisingly Yes

I don't know what's come over me as my head begins to nod at my new 'friends' suggestion, meanwhile my lips have started to eagerly work on their foreign invaders. Do I... Do I want this? My head says no but my body is screaming yes. I feel so hot and confused, my body aching with lust and unprecedented desire. Nothing has ever had me so worked up, so desperate for touch. I need something, my entire physical being is yearning to follow the commands of this slab of manliness and please him.

Slowly I feel my lithe frame being lifted from my captors lap, as he stands and turns to face the toilets on the other side of the dance floor. Finally, a chance to escape, freedom from this frightening scenario. But my feet don't move, I remain rooted to the spot that I have been placed up. My hesitation to move at all is noted by the strong man in front of me as he turns his head, stares at my boyish face and raises and eyebrow. A hand reaches out expectedly, waiting, commanding me to place my dainty palm in his.

Without a thought my body obeys the demand of its new master, my small feminine hand is firmly encased within that of another man. A much larger, more domineering man, whose authority is clearly rarely questioned.

No words are spoken as I am guided across the crowded dance floor. As we move through the mass of drunk, horny bodies I look into the lust filled, knowing eyes of many of the floors occupants. They know... they know what is about to happen. A hint of jealousy flashes through many of their eyes as they look upon us. So many checking me out as they have done all evening and wishing they were the ones dragging me to the cubicles, and with their stares comes a feeling of accomplishment. These men, so many men, want me, find me attractive, wish they could have me.

But they are not the only ones staring as we move. There are others. More like me in shape and size. With cute faces and pouty lips. Envy clear on those faces. Envious of me, because I am the one that has enticed the hottest alpha male in the bar. Some had approached use throughout the evening, attempting in vain to pry the attention of my suitor away. But he never wavered, his purpose for the night was clear, his target was me and nothing, not even my own sexuality, would stand in his way.