By Karen Singer
The witch’s magic was already hard at work on him. Of that, Steve had no doubt at all. As he was getting dressed, he caught himself softly humming, “I enjoy being a girl.” He’d never do that! And then he somehow found himself going through all his silly underwear and picking out the most sexy things he had. Ugh! He wanted to leave the house without any makeup too, but that was also not to be. Just like it had been in Saint Thomas, the witch had prevented him from leaving, and had made his back itch in the worst way until he gave in and put the damn makeup on himself. And he had to do it himself. She didn’t just take over and do it for him…or to him, he had to do it himself. And when he tried to leave after that, he still couldn’t get out the door. She had forced him to go back and paint his fingernails! The damn witch.
So now he was dressed to the nines…for a woman. Sexy underwear with the dumb breast forms. Shiny gold party dress. Uncomfortable gold high heels strapped to his feet. Makeup. Red nail polish. His purse slung over his neck and shoulder. And he was going to try going out the door again. He really hoped he couldn’t. He didn’t want to leave his apartment at all. It was already after nine o’clock. He hadn’t planned on having to paint his damn fingernails. The witch was going to be so mad at him. He opened his door praying he couldn’t go, and had no trouble at all walking out. Ugh!
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Karen was more excited than she could ever remember. She was all girl again tonight…at least on the inside. And for once, she was completely dressed on the outside to match too. And to make matters even better, she was on her way to the club to have fun – and hopefully, pick up a man! And the best part of all of it, was how absolutely embarrassed and humiliated Steve was feeling just then. Deliciously, wonderfully, humiliated. She had dreams of finally kissing a man, as Steve walked out of his apartment and locked the door behind him.
She had had to “force” Steve to dress properly. He hadn’t wanted to at all. He had been actually planning on going out wearing the dress and the heels and that was it. How absurd. How totally wrong. So she had…helped him along the way. There was no way she was going to go out looking for a man and not be dressed properly. No…way!
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How foolish can a man feel? How stupid can a man feel? Steve supposed that he was finding out just then. He felt immensely foolish – and stupid! Just walking down to his car was humiliating. He did his best to ignore the people he noticed in the parking lot who were all looking at him. How can a sparkly gold party dress and heels not call attention to someone? He had no doubt that everyone that lived in the apartments around him now had a very wrong opinion about him. He wondered how much worse the opinions of those who saw him at the club tonight would be. He didn’t even want to think about that. Basically, in a little while, he figured he’d probably never be able to hold his head up in public again. If he could even do that now.
The club was fully alive when he got there. The music was roaring and the light show was in full force. And of course, the place was jam packed. He looked around and didn’t see any of the witches from where he was standing, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. In the sea of bodies it was hard to tell who was there and who wasn’t. Could he just get away with standing where he was for a few minutes and then going home? It was a very interesting thought. Not to mention a hopeful one. In fact, he was just thinking about leaving when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
“There you are!” Diane said as soon as he turned around. “I’ve been watching for you. You’re late!”
“As if you didn’t already know that!” Steve returned angrily. “Since it was you that stopped me from leaving on time.”
Diane had no idea what he was talking about. “I stopped you? Not me.”
“Monica then,” Steve said. “She wouldn’t let me leave.”
“It was one thing after another. Makeup. Nail polish. Do you know how long that stuff takes to dry?”
Diane laughed. “Poor baby.” Her face turned more serious. “Monica won’t let me dance with you tonight, so you’re on your own. Just remember what you have to do. And we’ll all be watching you…all night!” She turned and walked away to find Monica. She had mixed feelings about Monica not wanting her to dance with Steve tonight. But after him showing up with a gun to kill her, she didn’t feel that bad about it. Besides, she wasn’t sure how much she wanted to dance with a guy – in a dress!
Steve watched the people dancing. Having fun. Having fun wasn’t on the menu for him at all, only intense humiliation. He was watching everyone else, and he had no doubt that all three witches were watching him too. So what was he going to do? He still wanted to go home. He had no illusions though about how far he’d get if he tried it. He knew all too well what those witches were capable of doing. Frightening things!
And now they wanted him to totally humiliate himself by picking up a man…or several men. And then throw himself at them. Ugh! He couldn’t think of anything more disgusting in the entire world. But if he didn’t… Trouble! Most likely worse trouble than ever before. As much as the thought of it turned his stomach, he had no choice. No choice at all.
So how was he supposed to go about doing it? He had absolutely no clue. What did the women do? That answer was somewhat easy. They danced. Forcing his feet to move, he headed for the dance floor. A man in a bright gold party dress. How…ridiculous! Just like he felt.
The problem with most clubs like that one for the women, was that there were always more of them than men. Especially good looking men. So there were usually a lot of single women dancing together or just in the same general area, trying to grab the attention of any guy that came along. And for many of them, dancing was as much fun as they could get. Steve moving out among them and trying to dance in his gold dress and heels, didn’t go unnoticed for even a second. Within moments, they were all hooting and hollering over him while they danced. Steve didn’t miss the fact that they were laughing at him too. He certainly couldn’t dance like a woman and he didn’t even try. Besides, trying to walk in heels was difficult enough. Dancing in them was unthinkable. He moved his upper body as best as he could…more like he did as a man.
If he had been dressed normally, as a guy, he probably would have been enjoying himself. But as it was, he was simply too embarrassed…not to mention depressed. And as the next song started, he began worrying about something else. Dancing like he was, wasn’t going to make the witches happy. They had demanded that he throw himself at the guys. Diane said she wanted to see him kissing some of them. Ugh! Just thinking about that put a horrible taste in his mouth. But in order to satisfy the weird perverted demands of the witches, he was going to have to go find some guys and try to…do…something with them. Exactly what, he wasn’t sure. It was something he really didn’t want to contemplate.
When the song ended, he left the dance floor as all too many women laughed and pawed at him humorously. Why couldn’t the women paw at him like that when he wasn’t wearing a damn dress? He had to find some guys. And he knew where they all hung out. The bar. And a good stiff drink just then was just what he needed.
He had one other major worry about what he was going to have to do too. Messing with most guys like the witches were forcing him to do, could literally get him killed. In fact there was very little chance that he’d walk out of the club tonight without getting his face beat to a pulp. But there was a bright side to that too. If he got beat up too badly, he wouldn’t be able to pick up a guy like the witches wanted. And if by chance he got killed, he wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. Either way, it would be a good thing. Except that he really didn’t want to get his face pounded to a pulp, and being killed didn’t exactly thrill him either. His cock and balls still ached somewhat.
Once he got to the bar and got the bartender’s attention, he ordered himself a stiff drink, while all too many guys looked at him menacingly. He knew some of those guys from past trips to the club. He dared not talk to any of them, even though he knew he was going to have to. Fortunately, none of them looked interested in going anywhere near him.
He looked up and saw Monica dancing with some guy not too far from the bar. At least she wasn’t with Mike tonight. He didn’t see Mike…yet. He did see Carla dancing with another guy not far from Monica. He finally spotted Diane, dancing by herself amid more single women. He looked back at Monica. They locked eyes for a moment. And Monica didn’t look happy. He quickly turned away to wait for his drink.
When his drink finally came, he downed it in moments. He needed that courage because he knew without a doubt that he was now going to have to do what he desperately didn’t want to do. Monica and the other witches were indeed watching him, and one glance back at Monica again showed that she was still watching him all too closely. And the look on her face seemed to send menacing daggers straight at him. Monica wasn’t going to let up on him at all. Not one little bit!
Hating things more than he could ever believe, he looked at all the single guys around him. He didn’t want to try this with any of them that he knew. That was for sure! He also didn’t want to try it with one of those muscular bozos that obviously spent way too much time at the gym. He wasn’t ready to be killed yet. He looked for a smaller, skinnier target instead.
His eyes finally settled on a guy that was standing back against the wall holding a drink in his hands and just watching the women. The proverbial wallflower. Probably one of those stupid guys who was too shy to actually walk up to a woman and ask her to dance. Dumb! But for his purposes tonight, hopefully he would be the right choice. With his empty drink glass still in his hand, he headed in the guy’s direction. He didn’t get there.
“Well…looky what we’ve got here,” an all too deep voice said as a hand reached out and grabbed Steve’s shoulder.
“Huh?” Steve found himself being grabbed and turned around, which almost made him fall in the heels he was wearing. He quickly came face to face with a guy that was nearly twice his size, and nothing but frightening to look at. Unlike the way Steve usually dressed for the club, this guy was wearing a leather vest, leather pants, black boots, a dirty white t-shirt, and several gold necklaces. And Steve couldn’t miss the tattoos covering almost every bit of skin on both his arms and going up his neck.
“Man…I never expected to get this lucky,” the guy said. “Especially not in this dump. Come on Honey, let’s dance!”
Steve tried to protest, but he quickly found himself being dragged by the arm back to the dance floor. Resisting in the heels he was wearing was all but impossible, even though he tried. The dumb guy was so big, Steve was pretty sure he barely noticed that Steve didn’t want to go with him. He just managed to set his empty glass on one of the tables as he was dragged past it.
Once they reached the dance floor, the guy gave no respect for anyone else around. He started moving and having fun to the music, bumping people out of his way and ignoring their angry complaints. And worse, Steve found he couldn’t get away from the guy, because even though the guy was dancing to a fast song, he never once let go of Steve’s hand. And the grip from the frightening behemoth was like a steel clamp.
“Dance baby, dance!” the guy ordered, sounding all too happy.
Having little choice, Steve danced. Or tried to. He did his best anyway, especially since the guy continued to keep a good strong hold on him. If Steve thought he was getting too many looks before, it was nothing like he knew he was getting just then.
“Damn baby!” the guy said as he got closer again. “I never expected to find a hot number like you here. I thought this whole evening was going to be a bust. But you’ve just brightened up my day…and my night.” He laughed as he kept dancing.
Steve was trying to figure out how to get away from him.
“Hey!” the guy said as he danced and looked him over again. “Love the way you’re dressed. Hot! Really hot!”
Hot? Was the guy joking with him? Or was he blind? The music changed. Steve wanted to leave, but the guy moved into him all too quickly and grabbed him around the waist. All too soon, Steve found himself being “led” like a woman dancing with someone who was into ballroom dancing. He stumbled frequently in his heels, but the guy simply held him up and kept dancing.
“Baby, I can’t believe how lucky I got finding you here tonight,” the guy said to him. “I never thought I’d find a guy here that liked dressing like a woman. Never in a million years! And baby, let me tell you, you look hot!”
Steve wanted to barf! And then he saw Carla, and Diane dancing together – without any guys, and keeping an all too close watch on him. He didn’t see Monica anywhere just then. Carla made kissing motions with her lips. They wanted him to kiss this lunk? Not likely.
He stumbled slightly again as the guy led him like an accomplished ballroom dancer. The space he had created for himself suddenly grew immense as everyone stood back to watch them.
“Just relax and follow my lead Honey,” the guy said. “Just relax. Let me show you how it’s done. Let’s give these people a real show.”
Show? And where the heck did a grubby overweight biker like this learn to dance the way he did? But having little choice since the guy wouldn’t ease his grip on him, Steve continued to be “led” around the now wide-open dance floor. It was positively terrifying!
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Karen was in ecstasy. And this guy could dance! And while she loved poor Steve feeling so lost and horrified, he was absolutely ruining her chance to really enjoy this guy. Slowly, very slowly, she eased herself in, and took control over their shared body. Keeping Steve wide awake, just without any ability to control their body at all. Now that Karen had control, she smiled and started enjoying herself. She was far more willing to let the guy lead her and she did her best to dance like the woman she knew she was.
“Now you’re getting it!” the guy proclaimed happily. “Just go with it and enjoy it.”
Karen was doing just that. She was having a ball. And deep inside, she could still feel how horrified Steve was. The song ended and everyone around them clapped. Karen, even with the guy still holding her hand, curtseyed – several times, much to the amusement of everyone. Karen didn’t care. “That was great!” she said to the guy. “Where’d you learn to dance like that?”
“My parents were into it when I was growing up,” he told her. “They made sure I had plenty of dance lessons when I was a kid.”
“Well, you’re really good,” Karen replied.
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Just wait till they play something a little better.”
Karen couldn’t wait. Steve inside of her was nothing but horrified. And the thing that Steve feared even more was that the witch was now controlling him completely, and obviously this smelly hunk of fat was the man she had picked out for him. He had grave fears about how his night was most likely going to turn out. Not just tonight. The witch had said perhaps the whole damn weekend! Did she have this guy under her spell too? He had no doubt at all! Otherwise, why would the guy have grabbed him in the first place?
It wasn’t ballroom dancing, but the guy continued to dance, and he still wasn’t letting Steve, or rather Karen now, out of his grasp. Karen was happy. Steve wasn’t, which only made Karen even happier.
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Carla was beside herself watching Steve. She had no doubt that Monica and Diane were too. Monica was off somewhere dancing with another guy. The guy Carla had been with earlier had moved on to someone new. Diane was…she looked around and didn’t see her. But no doubt Diane was somewhere close as well. She purposely danced closer to Steve and his new boyfriend. When she got close enough she teased, “Kissy, kissy!” And then she laughed and moved away.
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Deep inside of Karen, Steve cringed. Obviously the witches wanted him to kiss this lunk. So why hadn’t they forced him to do it before? He tried, but he still had no control of his body at all. As long as his body didn’t get any worse ideas, hopefully, he would remain safe.
Karen also understood Carla’s message. Not to mention the thrill she got from feeling Steve’s discomfort over the issue. Even though it was a fairly fast dance, she suddenly threw herself at the guy dancing with her. She wrapped her free hand around his neck, moved up further on her tiptoes, and planted a big kiss right on his mouth. A lasting kiss! And she was deeply surprised when he returned the favor.
“Oh baby,” the guy said as they parted, “I had no idea this was going to be such a good night.” He pulled Karen close to him again, and this time he initiated the powerful lingering kiss.
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Diane turned away. She was mostly hidden in the back by the bar, but she couldn’t watch anymore. She had seen the way the guy had just grabbed Steve. She had seen the way he had danced with him…including some kind of ballroom style that had Diane so jealous she was beside herself. But she had especially seen the way he had kissed Steve…after Steve had suddenly kissed him – no doubt because Carla had just told him to. But more than that, she couldn’t miss the way the guy was controlling Steve. Holding onto him and never letting go, no matter what. He was totally in charge, one hundred percent. It was almost as if Steve was shackled to the guy. Bound to him somehow. Totally, one-hundred percent controlled.
Diane hurried to the ladies room where she pushed someone else out of the way to run into one of the stalls. She closed the door, sat down and cried. Why couldn’t it have been her? Why couldn’t a guy ever want to take control of her like that? And a big masculine guy to boot! Why Steve, and not her?
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“You need a drink little girl?” the guy asked Steve as the next song ended.
“Sure,” Karen replied. She let the guy lead her back to the bar, his hand still holding tightly onto hers.
“What’ll you have?” the guy asked.
“Pina Colada,” automatically came out of Karen’s lips. She got pulled closer to the bar while the guy ordered for them. Now that they were off of the dance floor, Karen decided to give control of the body back to Steve. She just didn’t tell him.
Being as large as he was, meant that the guy usually got very good service wherever he went. But the lady-man’s drink that he had to ask for took a few minutes to make. Still, it was worth it. The guy was really all dolled up. Just the way he liked them. Lady boys. Doll boys. Boy toys for him to play with. And after the way he had kissed him out on the dance floor, this one was definitely willing. There was no way he was letting go! He was going to enjoy his evening fully…and then some. And he was going to make damn sure that he did!
A lady-boy in a bright gold party dress. Who would have ever thought he’d find something like that in a place like this? It had turned out to be the best hide-out he could have ever picked. He wondered if the club had any private rooms available somewhere where he could continue to hide-out. Like for the rest of the night…and maybe into tomorrow. Some places had them. Usually for only a little while though. Still, even a little while would be well worth it.
His date’s drink finally arrived. He grabbed it and turned around. He held it out to the guy, but the guy only looked like he was staring at…nothing, and didn’t make a move to take the glass. “Hey,” he said. “You gonna drink this or not? I paid good money for it!”
Steve was surprised. His body wasn’t moving. And moving just then was something he desperately wanted to do. His feet were killing him. If he could just move them a little bit it would help. But his body wasn’t taking the drink. He chanced reaching out his hand, and was surprised when he was able to grab the drink. He immediately started moving his feet and ankles, trying to relieve the pain. It helped, but not much.
With the guy still holding his hand, he took a long sip of the cold sweet drink. Not nearly as good as in the islands. But it was at least cold. He watched as the guy turned around from the bar again, this time with a bottle of beer in his hand.
“So what’s your story?” the guy asked over the loud music. “I would have expected someone like you to go somewhere else. Not to a place like this.”
Steve tried to figure out how to answer. “Um…they’re making me dress like this,” he replied.
That surprised the guy. But then this lady-boy had kissed him out on the dance floor – hard. And the lady-boy had even kissed him first. So there was no doubt in his mind that he would be more than willing…later. “Making you?” he asked.
Steve knew the guy wouldn’t believe him, but he told him anyway. “Witches!” he replied. “Three powerful witches.”
The guy erupted in laughter. “That’s a good one! I’ve never heard that one before.”
Steve knew he wouldn’t believe him. But before Steve could react further, he nearly spilled his drink as the guy quickly pulled him to him, and planted another huge kiss on Steve’s painted lips. And this time the witch wasn’t controlling him at all. He had no choice but to stand there and kiss the smelly brut. Yuck! It was all he could do to keep from gagging when the kiss ended.
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Diane had come out of the ladies room finally under control. But she was just in time to see the guy kissing Steve once again. She made a bee-line back to the ladies room to cry all over again.
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Monica didn’t miss the kiss by the bar either. She was still with the same guy who had picked her up shortly after she got there, but the guy was also with friends who weren’t hanging around very close to where Steve was. Seeing the big rough looking bulk kissing Steve like that, was nothing but pure satisfaction to Monica. Pure…satisfaction. She had no doubt that Steve was going to find it difficult to get away from that monster. And oh the things her mind could picture Steve having to do with him later! She actually let out a laugh over it, which brought all too much attention from the guy she was with and his friends.
“What’s funny?” the guy she was with asked.
“Nothing,” she told him quickly. “Just an odd thought.”
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Carla caught a little bit of the kiss as well. As much as she loved seeing it, something inside of her felt a bit jealous as well. Why, she couldn’t figure. The guy looked…horrible! Big, rough, probably dangerous, and no doubt he smelled like grease. Yet there was something about him that made her tingle inside just looking at him. Big. Muscular. Not that bad looking when you got past what he was wearing. And obviously totally masculine and confident – even if he might be gay. What girl wouldn’t go weak in the knees? And he was kissing Steve? She was…momentarily jealous.
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“So where do you usually hang out?” the lunk of a guy asked Steve.
“What do you mean?”
“What bars do you go to? What clubs?”
“Oh, usually just this one.”
The guy nodded. “I’ll be stopping by more often then. I never figured that people like you would be here. And if you come here a lot, then we both might just get lucky again. Hey, you gonna finish that drink or what? In a hot dress like that, we need to show you off more honey. Drink up!”
Show him off more? The thought alone made Steve sick. But under the guys all too threatening gaze, Steve took a few more big sips of his fruity drink.
“Good enough,” the guy said as he grabbed the drink right out of Steve’s hand. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s dance.” He set the still partially full glass on a table as he walked past, dragging poor Steve right along with him back to the dance floor.
This time the people around them automatically made more room for them, even though the guy still kept his firm grip on Steve’s hand, locking them together. Steve continually wondered what would happen if the guy suddenly stopped holding onto him and the two of them actually separated for a moment. Would the guy freak out thinking that Steve was leaving him…which is exactly what Steve would have liked to do. He had no illusions however about running away from the guy. Not in the towering heels that were strapped to his feet. Standing still in the heels hurt quite a bit. Whenever he was just standing in them, he moved them around somewhat to ease the ache. Dancing wasn’t moving them around like that. Dancing seemed to make the shoes hurt even more. And since they were firmly strapped to his feet, he couldn’t slip them off once in a while like he saw other women do.
The third tune started, and Steve never even thought about not dancing. But he quickly noticed the change on his captor’s face. “Hot damn!” the guy exclaimed loudly. “Come on honey. Let’s give them a real show!” With that, the guy broke into some kind of swing dance that had Steve frightened like never before as the guy moved and spun him around in constantly changing ways that were quickly getting him dizzy!
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Karen inside of Steve was so tempted to take over again, but for once, she didn’t. She was simply enjoying Steve’s discomfort too much. Besides, she was dancing. She just wasn’t in charge and couldn’t enjoy it quite enough. But Steve was so lost and frightened that it more than made up for Karen not taking over.
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Carla stood back and watched as the dirty lunk and Steve did some kind of old-fashioned swing type dance. The guy was obviously really good. Poor Steve was obviously really bad. Carla really wished she could be in Steve’s place just then. She might not be any good at that kind of dancing, but she could do a lot better than Steve was. Once again, she was a little bit jealous…even though the guy was dirty, probably smelly, and was built like King Kong.
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Monica was getting ready to just leave the guy she had spent the evening with so far. Weren’t they going to dance again? So far, they had spent most of their time sitting and talking with his friends. Something on the dance floor caught everyone attention, and she stood up so she could see better. She nearly died…laughing. Steve and the hulk were at it again. But damn, the guy could dance! Steve…was another matter. Hopeless. Hopelessly hopeless! He looked ridiculous! But somehow at the same time, not that bad either. The guy was obviously that good.
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Diane stood way in the back of the room where she could just barely see Steve. She made sure she saw every bit of the swing dance they were doing. Talk about contrast. The guy was great, Steve was horrible. But the guy still managed to keep Steve doing everything he should have been. And once again Diane was so jealous!
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The song ended. Steve didn’t even think about curtseying like Karen had done. Actually, he was out of breath and still somewhat dizzy. He really needed the miserable guys grip on his hand to keep him from falling down for a few minutes. But the song had already changed, and the guy was dancing again. Steve stood there for a few moment to collect himself, then tried to move to the music again. At least it was normal dancing again and not one of the mad monster’s favorite kinds of dancing. He didn’t think he’d make it through another one of them.
“See,” the smelly guy told him. “If we can meet here a couple of times a week, I can guarantee you that I’ll have you dancing like Ginger Rogers in no time at all.”
Steve wasn’t sure who Ginger Rogers was, and he knew he never wanted to see this guy again. And after having to be at the club in a dress, he hoped he’d never have to come to this club again.
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Diane silently walked out of the club to go home. It was hopeless. She was hopeless. She was actually jealous of the guy Steve was with. And worse, she knew that despite all his problems, she was still hung up on Steve himself. Which made her…hopeless. Silently and sadly, she went home to soak in the bath, soak in a few glasses of wine. And cry.
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Three more times during the evening, Steve was forced to do some kind of “special” ballroom kind of dance with the lunk that he now felt like he had been physically glued to. The guy never once let go of his hand…or his wrist…or some part of him. Never once! Basically, he was never giving Steve the slightest chance to get away, as if he really could while wearing very high heels. Three more special dances. Countless more normal ones. And five…count them, five…long hard kisses on the mouth! And on the last one the guy had thrust his tongue into Steve’s mouth. And the evening wasn’t even over yet.
The club very gradually started emptying out. The crowded dance floor became not so crowded. Steve saw Carla come over close to him, give him the eye, and then head for the door. Steve wanted to follow her right out, but the guy was still holding onto him all too tightly. And while Steve was exhausted from so much dancing, the guy wasn’t slowing down at all.
Monica left the club a few minutes later, in much the same manner as Carla had done. Steve noted that she was alone. He sure wished he could be. The dread of what he was surly facing once this guy was ready to finally stop dancing was starting to weigh heavier and heavier on Steve’s mind. And he wasn’t sure how he could get out of it. Not to mention that he was so exhausted that he wouldn’t have the strength to even die. And death was starting to feel like a much better option.
The guy finally stopped dancing and dragged Steve back to the bar again. This time he ordered two beers instead of the mixed drink for Steve. Steve was very grateful for the drink, and even more grateful to finally stop dancing. Both of his feet were total numb. He was afraid that pretty soon he’d be unable to walk anymore…let alone try to run away from this guy.
While they stood there drinking beer and sort of talking, Steve kept an eye on the clock on the wall behind the bar. It was nearly two o’clock. The club wouldn’t stay open much longer. He wanted to leave, but not with this…thing…that was still holding tightly onto his wrist.
The “thing” finished his beer and ordered another one. Steve was only half finished with the beer he had. “So where do you live?” the guy asked him.
Steve got really afraid. “Um…I’ve got a roommate,” he lied.
“Shit!” the guy said. He took a long swig from his beer. “I guess we’ll have to find someplace then.”
That wasn’t at all what Steve wanted to hear. “Um…I’m not sure…” he started.
“Look honey-pie,” the guy said threateningly right in his face, “I just showed you the best time of your life, and you’re going to return the favor. Like it or not! Now finish that drink. We’ve got a hotel to find.”
Steve definitely felt sick now. Sick and panicked. What was he going to do?
As soon as Steve got a few more sips of beer in him, the guy took the bottle right out of his hand. “Come on honey. We got to find some place to stay. And I think somewhere where we can hold up for the next couple of nights.”
The next couple of nights? Steve very nearly threw up. But all of a sudden he found himself being dragged toward the door. Like it or not! The cool night air washed over him once he got outside, but the knowledge of what the guy intended didn’t give the cooler air a chance to help him at all. Steve tried a last ditch effort. “My cars over…”
“Forget it!” the guy said. “We’re staying together. We’ll take my bike.”
His bike? “Um…in this dress?” Steve tried to argue, again looking for a way out.
The guy looked him over and smiled broadly. “You’ll do well enough. Now let’s go.”
The parking lot wasn’t very full, but the hunk dragged Steve toward where the motorcycle parking area was, not far from the door. Steve saw one big bike there. How was he going to do this?
The guy pulled Steve straight to his bike and grabbed an old fashioned Nazi army style helmet from the bike and stuck it on his head. There was a loud bang, and at the same time, something seemed to clang loudly off of the guy’s bike. The guy was suddenly in motion as he dove for the ground and then crawled behind his bike. Another bang and another clang off the motorcycle. It wasn’t until then that Steve finally realized that someone was shooting at them. Another shot rang out and struck the bike. And then Steve was further horrified when the damn lout of a man started shooting back. Did he have that gun in the club all night?
“Run, you moron!” the guy yelled at Steve.
Wide eyed, Steve backed away slowly at first, then turned and ran as fast as he was able for his car. Something inside of him seemed to be urging him on even faster. As the gunshots continued to ring out behind him, totally panicked, he started his car and drove directly for the parking lot exit as fast as he could. In the distance he could hear police sirens heading his way. Two blocks later, a motorcycle passed him at a high speed. Steve only had time to notice how big the guy on it was. He turned at the next corner, not wanting to continue in the same direction for a while. He slowed down and tried to breathe.
Was he safe? He wasn’t completely sure. What if the police showed up at his door asking questions? What was he going to tell them? He could only pray it wouldn’t happen. Other than worrying about the police, Steve felt nothing but relieved. He had finally gotten away from that guy…without going to bed with him. Pure relief!