She throws herself at you

Before you can even process what’s happening, Leanna throws herself at you. You feel her tongue exploring your mouth and her fingernails gripping your back. Despite the red hair that obscures your view, you can see her reflection in the mirror when you look over her shoulder. It seems impossible that this could actually be happening to you. Leanna was one of the most popular girls in school, but there she was: wearing nothing but her high heels and moaning with pleasure as she kissed every inch of you. You can’t take your eyes off the mirror. If you’d had any doubt that this girl was captain of your school’s cheerleader squad, it was gone as you watched the movements of her perfect ass as she wrapped her legs around you.

You reciprocate her kiss, then wrap one hand around the back of her neck and grip her ass with the other. Your utter humiliation of a few minutes ago is forgotten. You’re completely hypnotized by Leanna. A moment later, you feel yourself falling backwards as she pushes you onto the couch by the front door.

She freezes in place at the sight of you lying on the couch, but then you realize what has caught her attention. You’ve gotten rock hard, and your speedo is being stretched to its absolute limit.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “I didn’t think it could get even bigger.”

She leans down and kisses you again with one hand stroking you through the speedo. Then, she begins to kiss your neck. Then your chest. As she passes your ribs, you feel her fingers slip under the elastic band, ready to tear the speedo off you.

The door bursts open and you both freeze in place. A woman is standing in the doorway wearing a headset and glaring at you. She begins to yell at you both in Italian, pointing at you and then Leanna.

You both look up in confusion, unable to understand her words. She snaps at Leanna, who quickly stumbles away from you and stands in the corner of the room. She crouches and covers herself with her arms to preserve her dignity. As mortifying as this moment is, you can't help but be turned on by the sight of Leanna trying to cover up. The woman picks Leanna’s dress off the ground and throws it at her. Leanna presses it against her body, biting her lip with embarrassment. You had never seen this confident, self-assured woman look so **** before. The woman with the headset points out the door and Leanna, struggling to keep her balance on her high-heels, half-jogs out of the room. Her ass jiggles as she flees to the women’s bathroom.

The woman with the headset looks back at you, still on the couch, and then you realize what’s happening. This woman works here. And she thinks you work here as well. You try to explain yourself, but she either doesn’t understand you, or doesn’t care. She grabs your speedo at the hip and marches out the door. You awkwardly stumble to your feet and next thing you know, you are back in the night club.

Just like that, you’re transported right back to the humiliation you’d been experiencing a minute ago. But now, it was worse. This woman unceremoniously dragged you through the crowd, with you desperately trying to keep pace or risk having your only clothing ripped off you. You still haven’t entirely lost your erection from your run-in with Leanna, and anyone you pass is treated to a look at the speedo being tested to its absolute limit.

Finally, you arrive backstage. Your jaw drops as you feel yourself moving toward the curtain. Dancers are brought on stage by a conveyer belt that runs in a complete circle (half of the circle is back stage, and the other half is in full view of the night club). On the back-stage half of the belt, you can see a stripper pole.

“No, no, no, no,” you mutter to yourself. They intend for you to start dancing on that while the machine brings you through the curtain to unveil you on stage.

Then, to your surprise, the woman continues to lead you past the stripper pole. Where was she taking you? Was she going to throw you out of the club?

She takes you down a hallway that runs directly away from the stage and is lined on either side with doors. She reaches a door, opens it, then throws you through it with a slap on your ass for encouragement. You blink to adjust to the better lighting as the door slams shut behind you.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you say as your eyes adjust.