You can't resist

Seemingly unable to protest, you let yourself be led to the table of men, your eyes trapped by the gaze of the leader. One of the other men pulls a chair out for you, and your escort helps you to sit. You feel a fluttering tremor as you watch the leader's deep black eyes examine you. A flutter of fear, but also, you admit, a flutter of excitement.

"You...you...wanted to meet me?" you stammer, trying for a sultry smile but only managing a nervous grin. He nods at you, his impassive face holding no expression at all.

"They tell me you're Bambi," he says with a voice that sounds almost disinterested. "You're new here."

"Yes...yes...that's right. It's my first day." You try your smile again with no better success than the first time.

"New to the business too," he adds, making it a statement, not a question.

You find yourself nodding again, licking your lips nervously as his cold stare seems to look right through you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see the other men are checking out your naked body, but you can't seem to take your eyes off the leader's face. Your heart is beating faster, and your hands tremble slightly. He frightens you, but the fluttering in your belly and the increasing heat in your pussy reminds you that he's exciting you just as much as he's scaring you.

"You dance real well," he says.

"Thank you," you smile nervously, trying to recapture the sultry flirting that normally comes so easily. It seems to have deserted you, and you bite your lips in anxiety.

"You should dance for me and the boys," he tells you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Ummm...but...I'm...I'm already..." you stammer, then feel someone step behind you.

"The lady's with us," Ted's voice says, making you look up with relief. Most of the men at the table look up at him without concern, at least two of them with evident scorn. Only the leader doesn't look at him, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That right?" he says, his voice full of disinterest, his eyes still fixed on you.

"Umm..yeah...I...said...that is...we..." you babble nervously.

"Yeah, that's right," Ted says, his hand dropping to your shoulder. The leader nods thoughtfully, still looking at you.

"That the way you want it...Bambi?" he asks you, still not looking away from your face.

"I...I made...an arrangement...with..." your voice trails off, then finds strength from somewhere. "Maybe later, I could dance for you...when I'm done." You smile nervously at him. He gazes at you with the same black dispassionate stare.

"One time offer," he says. "Not to be repeated. You go with your new friend. Have yourself a good time. Me and the boys are done here."

You stand up, still nervously staring at his face, at the unspoken menace you feel from him. You let Ted escort you back to the table, but can't resist turning your head to look over your shoulder at the leader. His dark eyes are still fixed on you, still mesmerizing and frightening you. You turn your head and **** a smile back on your face, a sway into your walk as you near the table.

"Told you I'd be right back," you smile at them. "All ready guys?"