Back door

It wasn’t until you heard the heavy thud behind you that you had realized your mistake. Instead of taking the main exit, you had mistakenly gone out the rear and into the dark alleyway behind the club.

“No problem,” you though, “I’ll just walk round front and hail a cab.”

The cold night air blew through you as you slowly walked down the alley, hardening your nipples and emphasizing how little your skimpy dress covered you. The only company as you walked was the slow, methodical clicking of your heels upon the pavement. You had walked home at night before, but now the feeling was completely different. Surrounded by the darkness, you had never felt more vulnerable. This feeling of fear sent a shiver down your spine, but it was not just fear. As you walked down the dark alley, you felt yourself get slightly aroused.

Then, you heard it. Faintly behind you. Footsteps.