THE LAST DANCE

 

By K.C. Douglas

 

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Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

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Doris and her husband, Randy, were meeting two other couples at the nightclub on the Red Mile at 42nd Street. About two or three times a year, the couples went out to rejoice and have some fun. The men usually were quite content to just sit around all night and have as many beers as they could hold.

 

The women on the other hand, liked to dance and were constantly on the dance floor, as there was no shortage of available men to dance with. Many of the men came back for seconds and thirds, but the women were just happy to be letting loose.

 

Doris had been drinking screwdrivers and the sneaky vodka was beginning to make her feel a little tipsy. She decided to do more dancing, as she thought that should wear off some of the alcohol. The floor was always very crowded, which enabled the guys to cop a few feels along the way, and Doris certainly was in no mood to reject any affection on this night.

 

It was actually quite thrilling to act risqué once in a while. After all, Doris thought, what harm could a little groping be? Doris and the other two girls kept taking turns going back to the table to put in an appearance so the husbands wouldn't object to their dancing.

 

During one of the breaks, Doris joined Dawn who had a devilish look on her pretty face. "Holy crap, I was dancing with this guy and he pressed against me so tight... he pressed his fucking cock into my belly and I think it left a permanent mark," she said and both women laughed their heads off.

 

Doris could hardly stop laughing, but finally she composed herself and whispered to her friend. "This one guy kept asking me to dance, but I was afraid to dance too much because he kept talking dirty," she told Dawn. "Shit, he grabbed my hand during one dance and placed it right over his hard cock. Can you imagine that?"

 

"No, oh fuck, what did you do?"

 

The girls huddled together and Doris confided in her friend. "Geez, you can't imagine how damn good it felt, but sadly it belonged to the biggest jerk," Doris whispered. "Christ, it felt big... real big."

 

"Oh geez, I think I'd die if he did that to me. Doris, my love, I feel raunchy tonight... feel like being naughty for a change," Dawn replied.

 

"I'll admit, I didn't move my hand right away. Think it was because the damn thing felt so big," Doris whispered.

 

When the women were basically ignored by their husbands who were engrossed in some drinking game, they took a quick drink and returned to the dance floor. Doris wasn't pleased when the jerk cut in on the next dance, but she agreed to dance, as the man was a good dancer. She tried her best to keep her distance, but it was almost impossible because the man continued to body-fuck her on the crowded dance floor.

 

Doris managed to escape for one dance, but the jerk returned at the start of the next song. The man felt her up again at every opportunity and she was even mad at herself for letting him take unwanted liberties. At one point, he even managed to get a good feel of her boobs despite her efforts to stop the man.

 

"Woman, you have the sexiest body... the nicest boobs," the man said and brazenly fondled her on the crowed dancefloor. "Christ, those are the biggest and hardest nipples."

 

Doris quickly brushed the man's hand off her chest. "Stop it! Please don't do that," she stated, as she tried to let the man know she wasn't happy.

 

"I've watched you strut that gorgeous body around all night. I must admit you make me hard... hard as hell," he stated and pulled her tightly into his body. "I'm Brad... the guy you're going to have sex with tonight."

 

Doris was dumbfounded and she didn't react immediately. Suddenly the man thrust his big hand into her crotch and completely covered her pelvis. Since there were so many on the floor, Doris saw no reason to make a big scene when the jerk molested her and she merely did her best to get away from his advances.

 

The song playing had to be the longest on record and when it finally ended, she begged off the next one, saying she had to use the ladies room. With a quick turn, Doris rushed off before the man could say a word. She went straight to the washroom and was just about to grab the door handle when someone grabbed her from behind.

 

It happened fast and her first impulse was the person was someone she knew so she didn't struggle too hard. Strong hands twisted her slender body and forced her a few feet down the hallway to the men's washroom, which right next door. Doris hardly resisted because she thought someone she knew was playing a trick on her.

 

The door opened and all of a sudden Doris found herself all the way inside the men's room. Fear abruptly hit. Doris didn't think any of her friends would do this to her yet she hesitated to scream or yell for help.

 

A powerful hand grabbed a handful of the back of her blouse and held her firmly so she couldn't turn around. Doris tried to turn her head, but she still couldn't see who was forcing her across the room. Suddenly she was shoved forward to a long countertop, which contained a couple of sinks.

 

The assault happened in a matter of seconds and she really didn't realize the severity of the situation. Had Doris known she was in trouble, she certainly would have yelled her head off, but the element of surprise worked against her.

 

The attacker forced her to bend over at the sinks, using enough force to get both of her hands locked on the edge of the countertop. In a heartbeat, Doris found her courage and quickly protested the harsh treatment. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she uttered in the sternest voice she could muster.