Your exit is delayed

With wobbling knees you start to walk towards the edge of the circle that has formed around you. Before you have gone two steps though your hand is grabbed and you find yourself pulled back to where you were standing moments ago. Two strong hands circle you and pull you back into a hard body, and glancing backwards you see it is your recent dance partner.

“You can’t leave now darling” he whispers in your ear, “our audience wants more.” His words shock you. The recent performance was a spur of the moment thing but this is something else.

“I think that was enough” you tell him, but he ignores you as his hands roam down your body. Quickly they grab your tiny skirt, dragging it back to your hips where it was before, once more revealing your soaked thong. “No, no more” you wimper, but his fingers have other ideas and he tugs at the waist of your thong, peeling it down to your knees without any resistance. You put up a slight struggle, one part of your brain still telling you not to do this, but the more dominant side is letting your needs rule, and as your thong wraps itself around your knees, your resistance is over.

You look around briefly, seeing faces fixed on you, but you feel so shocked and embarrassed you can’t look at them and instead cast your eyes downwards, seeing your skirt around your waist and your thong around your knees, knowing that everyone looking will be thinking what a slut you must be letting this happen to you.

One arm goes back around your covered breasts whilst the other leaves your body. You wonder what he is doing, and you wonder more when there is a shocked intake of breaths from many of those watching…