Author: Belle Dimond
Hannah always had a hard time getting into the clubs. Even though she was 21, she looked 19, if not younger. Sometimes it was tough to convince them even after seeing her valid ID.
Tonight she waited in line at the Torque Round club, fanning her face with her ID and wondering what kind of trouble she would have tonight. She’d never been to this club before, and decided to give it a try. It was a hot night, so she was wearing almost nothing. A mini skirt that barely did the job; a white, scoop-necked t-shirt that gapped, showing off her smooth, flat belly and dainty pumps that showed off her long, shapely legs.
At the same time, a tall, dark fellow worked his way to the front of the line, stopping to chat with this person and that. He finally stopped and talked to Hannah. He introduced himself as Mark, and said he could get her inside without her having to wait in line. She was suspicious of this older, but distinguished-looking guy, but welcomed the thought of getting into the club without an argument.
Mark smiled to himself when she consented to go in with him. “Come with me,” he said. He looked at her appreciatively, admiring her long, dark hair as he took her hand and led her to the front of the line.
“Hi Dirk,” Mark said as they neared the front. The bouncer nodded them in and they entered the dark, smoldering atmosphere of the Torque Round. The insistent beat of the music pounded their senses and Hannah looked around, wanting to take it all in. Mark pulled her along with him as he made the rounds; saying hi to people he knew, ordering them drinks, and making his way to a table in the back.
“Thanks for getting me in,” Hannah said uncomfortably, wanting to go off and explore the club herself.
“Sure, no problem for a lady as lovely as yourself.”
“I need to use the restroom.” It was a lie, but she figured if she could get away from, she could sneak back out of the restroom without his noticing and blend in with the crowd.
“Come with me, you can use the restroom in my private office,” he said, to her chagrin. Apparently he was the manager or the owner or something. ‘Well, this is turning out just great,’ she thought. ‘Now I’m stuck with this guy for the night.’
She followed him back to the door marked “STAFF” and followed him through. They went down a long hall and up some stairs, then down another hall and into an office. “It’s over there,” he said, pointing at a door at the back of the office.
“I’ll be right out.”
When she came out, he was stretched out on his couch. “Come over here. What’s the matter? Do you think I get underage girls in here without an ulterior motive?”
“I’m not underage,” she said. “I have ID.”
“Yeah, so does half the population of the 18-20 year old demographic around here; that doesn’t make them legit. 18-20 year olds are not allowed in establishments that serve liquor. But I will let the occasional hottie in if I think she can prove she’s worth it.”
“Well, like I said, I’m not underage.” She was getting kind of nervous now, this guy was really creeping her out with this talk. But in a weird way she was getting turned on. She could tell he was used to getting what he wanted and that kind of power attracted her. Still, she couldn’t let him know that.
“I said come over here. Or I’m going to have to call the police and have you removed for being underage. What’s it going to be?”
Playing along, she walked over to him, trembling but excited. He motioned for her to sit down near the middle of the couch on the edge. He was stretched out across the couch, but kind of propped up on the arm.
He took her purse out of her hands and set it down. “Just relax. You’re going to like this, I promise.”
He slid his hand up under her shirt and began carressing her breasts. Softly at first, one then the other. Then he began pinching and rolling her nipples, which were already hard. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, closing her eyes with shame and lust; wanting him to corrupt every inch of her body.
He took her hand and put it on his bulging crotch. She instinctively pressed against it and began rubbing it with her palm. He let out a slight groan and ran his hand up the inside of her leg.
“Yeah, you like that a lot.”
He reached up under her skirt and pushed the crotch of her panties aside. She was already moist and his finger slid easilty between her pussy lips.
She let out a soft, breathy moan when his finger found her clit and began slowly circling it. She unzipped his fly and freed his hard cock, which was bigger than she’d seen in her limited experience. “Oh my God!” She was a little surprised and a lot excited.
“You’re a nasty little bitch aren’t you? You knew why I got you in the club so easily and you know you wanted it. I should punish you for acting so coy.”
“Yes! No! Please don’t punish me. Just fuck me!”
“Ok, get undressed and I’ll let you get on top. You can do the fucking, since you are the shameless, nasty whore.”
Hannah couldn’t figure it out. She’d never been like this. Had never been turned on by nasty, degrading talk. But here she was stripping her clothes off in a frenzy and as horny as she’d ever been.
When she was through undressing, she saw he was seated upright on the couch, right in the middle. He pulled her over to him and she straddled him, one knee on each side of him on the couch.
He grabbed her ass, one flank in each hand, and gripped tightly. He held her just over his cock and moved her hips around slowly and excruciatingly. She was in torment. She was in the position of control, yet he was really in charge; physically overpowering her desire to impale herself on his cock.
Soon, she was looking for any stimulation she could find and grabbed his head, pressing his face to her breasts. He began licking and sucking, flicking and devouring. When he could hold out no more, he yanked her body down on top of his, impaling her in one swift and sure movement.
She screamed as his cock filled her and he began raising and lowering her over and over. She grabbed the back of the couch for balance and ground her clit against his pubic mound as he pulled her down again and again. She soon realized that he had removed his hands, and that it was SHE who was humping against him like a wild animal; screaming and pushing his face into her breasts.
Soon, she felt the head of his cock expand and then explode, sending her over the edge into her own orgasm in a gale of pants and moans.
After it was over, she sheepishly got dressed while he watched.
“Come back when you’re 21. You’re comped.”
He smiled as she walked out the door, drained and confused.
“What the hell just happened?” she asked herself, as she took her place among the zombies at the bar.
“Barkeep, I’ll have a rum & coke.”