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against his bulging erection once more. My vagina convulses in an uninvited little spasm.
    When I raise my head and tilt it backwards to swallow the contents of the shot, I am horrified to see just how much my audience has multiplied. All of his friends have now come over to our table and have joined the girls in clapping and whistling. I remove the shot glass and feel that there is a messy circle of sticky cream around my lips.
    I hope someone is enjoying this, because right now, I want to die.
    One of the girls hands me a napkin and I wipe, but it’s not enough. I need water. I feel incredibly brave for managing to smile after all this, but I have no eyes to look at the guy who is just standing up now. I hope no one saw his hard dick in the dark.
    It’s over at least. They are all on to something else. Talking to strangers that is. The guys are introducing themselves and my girlfriends are acting like teenagers, giggling and raising themselves on their toes to speak to them.
    Now seems the perfect time to head for the bathroom.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    I close the door shut behind me and finally, I’m out of the suffocating noise and heat. It’s not much lighter here though. There are subdued red lights and I can only barely make out my reflection in the mirror.
    It seems the humidity in the club has got to my hair and it’s nowhere as slick as when we first arrived. Additionally, my make up is smudged and the mascara has flaked off, giving me dark undereye circles. It feels like the denim dress is now completely stuck to my skin and the nylons are itchy and sticky with sweat. Great! I look like a slut.
    I quickly take off the nylons, before anyone comes, and stuff them in my purse.
    For a club this size, I expected there to be at least a couple of other girls checking themselves out in the mirror, but the bathroom is surprisingly deserted. Only now I realize how tipsy I am, but it’s no wonder after all the different drinks we’ve had. The room is spinning slightly and it’s strange I didn’t feel the effect at all when I was back at the table.
    I run the water and splash some over my mouth to rub off the whip cream, careful not to do any more damage on my make up. I’m not so experienced in clubbing and my purse is useless when it comes to supplies. I haven’t brought any powder or lipstick or mascara. The best I can do is wet the corner of a tissue and run it underneath my eyes to catch the black flakes.
    I hear the door open and close behind me and don’t even bother turning. I’m bent over a sink to get closer to the mirror and for all I know, the cheeks of my ass might be showing from under the tiny dress. Who cares? All the other women here must be drunk already.
    I let out a small scream when I feel the pressure of a body lining up my backside, but the sound gets lost in the noise that’s coming from behind the door. I try to back away from the sink, but the body is blocking me, so I lunge forward instead, steadying myself on the cool porcelain with both hands. I raise my eyes and meet his in the mirror.
    It’s him. The man whose crotch I was burrowing my face into a minute ago.
    For a moment I’m so stunned that I freeze. The guy uses the moment to wrap his arm across the front of my shoulders and pull me back towards him. His other arm is draped across my belly, his fingers locking on my hipbone. He is pressing me hard against himself and I can feel that if anything, his dick has grown stiffer and more insistent under his front fly.
    He leans in and nuzzles my neck. I can feel his hot breath in my ear and goosebumps spring up on my bare arms despite the heat. The tip of his tongue traces the side of my neck and I shudder. Suddenly my knees feel weak and my limbs numb. I feel overpowered and all the struggle I’m intent on pulling seems to dissipate. In fact, I don’t struggle at all. The wet heat between my thighs is pulsating with a sweet ache I haven’t felt in