The Dancer
by Lady Lucia*

Part Nineteen

Ryan’s ask wasn’t creative in the slightest.

In fact, it was kind of predictable. He leaned in so the others surrounding me wouldn’t hear him over the music and the rest of the noise filling the room. Meeting my eyes with a cocky smile, he murmured, “Kiss me, and I’ll get you out of here.”

If I were thinking more clearly, I would have outright rejected him. My recent skepticism was still vaguely present, as I couldn’t see how he would possibly get me through a crowd that was eager to strip me and/or see me fully naked once the job was done. Autumn’s offer was obviously enticing as well. At the same time, however, Ryan had convinced some of the nearest guys to back off. And now that he was threatening to remove my thong, listening to my internal logic was a lot more challenging. I didn’t want to lose the last of my modesty, and I did very much want to escape this party and audience.

Sensing my hesitation, he said, “What’s it going to be, Bella?”

Throwing caution to the wind, I went for it. I had already made out with a girl despite being straight, and already given Ryan a lap dance. While a kiss was a lot more intimate than how I had been flaunting my body earlier, I could still somewhat disassociate from it when it was with someone I was hardly attracted to. Before I could talk myself out of the impulsive decision, I lunged forward as best as I could while on the ground and locked lips with him.

I was lucid enough to assume that he meant more than a PG peck. Aiming to fully rip off the band-aid in the name of getting out of this mess, I kissed him way more deeply than I had done with Zoey. Getting my tongue involved sooner rather than later when I felt his own prodding my lips, I kept my eyes tightly closed and tried to imagine that I was making out with one of the attractive guys at my college instead.

What I hadn’t prepared myself for was Ryan’s hands. Repeating his perfect move before, at least where my body was concerned, he gave a firm yet gentle squeeze with his fingers and rounded out the gesture by brushing his thumb over my nipple. Unable to help myself, I hummed a guttural moan into his lips and slightly arched into his hand for more. By the time I came to my senses, it was too late. There was no hiding the fact that his maneuver worked on me, to the point where I had briefly lost myself in the kiss despite the mortifying situation I was in. While it was confusingly effective, however, it was also enough to snap me back to reality. Slightly pulling back, although keeping my lips against his as a borderline slutty tactic to keep us suspended in the moment in case the crowd was waiting for us to be done to move things along themselves, I whispered, “Your turn.”

He responded by nipping my lower lip with his teeth. “You call that a kiss?” With a breathy scoff, he said, “Not good enough, lesbian.” Suddenly, with no warning, he dropped his hand from my breast and mirrored the grip he had on my thong with his other hand. Contrasting the teasing tug from earlier, he abruptly yanked down on the fabric and pretty much had it past my most private area in a single pull.

Gasping in horror at both the sensation of being stripped, as well as the fact that I was now mostly bared to the world from how I could no longer feel the triangle of my underwear covering what it was supposed to, my eyes snapped open as I exclaimed, “NO.” It came out way more shrill than my previous protest, for good reason, although there was very little I could do to prevent it. Ryan’s friends were still holding my arms, and another aggressive yank on the fabric proved that trying to pin the thong to the floor with my thighs was not enough to counter his momentum. “Ryan, don’t! You said-” I cut myself off when I felt the thong approach my kneecaps despite my best efforts to slow him down. If he made it much farther, there would be no stopping him from fully taking it off. Doing something incredibly stupid in my panic, I parted my thighs, using them to stretch out the thong and create as much resistance as possible.

“Oh, my God! What a fucking slut!”

“Wait, she doesn’t even like boys!”

“No, but she obviously likes their attention.”

I could hear the judgmental comments of the two nearby girls clear as day. That was when I noticed that pretty much every guy surrounding me was staring down at my now bare crotch. And I was splaying myself to give them a crystal clear view. Mortified about how I must look now that the girls had framed it in such a horrible way, I basically slammed my thighs back shut, making sure that one was slightly higher than the other so I could partly cross them and hide my womanhood from all the onlookers.

Of course, every decision I made came with a cost. While I had succeeded in belatedly concealing myself where it counted the most, I was back to being basically helpless where my thong was involved. Now nothing was stopping Ryan from removing the garment. I was tempted to start kicking to make things more difficult for him, except that would result in somewhat spreading my legs all over again for everyone. In a matter of seconds, he whisked the thong the rest of the way down and made short work of slipping it off my feet.

Just like that, I was fully naked in the middle of a sea of drunk guys.

While Ryan had gone back on his word after I made quite the effort to kiss him, he seemed happy to follow through on how he had told the others that they could have Autumn for themselves. “All yours!” he announced, to no one in particular. Stretching the waistband out, he released his grip and allowed the thong to slingshot itself into the air. No doubt to keep himself from being tackled the second everyone turned their attention from my newfound exposure to the fact that whoever managed to bring my underwear to the front of the room would be rewarded. His self preservation came at my expense, of course, as the sounds of a few guys fighting over the thong halfway across the room marked the reality that there was truly no chance I had left of getting it back.

Meanwhile, my tribulations were far from over. I had been stripped like Autumn had set me up to be, but the party host hadn’t given any instructions to her guests beyond that. With lowered inhibitions and plausible deniability due to the number of others doing the same, it wasn’t long before I was being ‘helped’ to my feet by those who had previously been pinning my arms back, while being thoroughly being groped in the process by pretty much anyone who could get their hands on me.

I had already dealt with my chest being grabbed at, but I was absolutely not prepared for the rest. Before I could process the presence of someone’s fingers arriving between my thighs, he was shoving them inside me.


Part Twenty

My eyes widened and I gasped in pure shock at the invasion of my most private area.

It was definitely not a sharp inhale of pleasure, though I belatedly realized it might be perceived as such. Everyone around me had already witnessed my reaction to Ryan’s touches, but a few boob squeezes didn’t mean that I was suddenly horny enough to be interested in being publicly fingered.

If anything, the audacity of the total stranger who was doing so was what I needed to come to my senses. I was fully nude in a crowd of former classmates and people I had never met, and it was going to stay that way until I did something about it. I certainly wasn’t going to get any help from Ryan or anyone else who was capitalizing on my misfortune and pretending to be an ally. As for Heather . . . Technically I couldn’t do ‘whatever she said’ if she didn’t have a chance to tell me to do anything else. Regardless, I needed to deal with the present situation first.

Writhing away from as many hands as possible, I shoved the most intrusive arm away at the same time while yelling, “HEY. Don’t fucking touch me!!” I normally tried to avoid confrontation, or excessively raising my voice, but this was obviously a unique circumstance. Hoping that the pounding music kept me from sounding like too much of a bitch to those that weren’t directly surrounding me, I pushed through a couple people in the direction of the nearest doorway.

Of course, one little outburst wasn’t enough for a crowd like this to simply part and let me through. My breasts were like magnets for pretty much any guy that could get a handful, and there were only so many arms I could slap away while trying to make forward progress. Then there was my backside, which there was literally nothing I could do about. I had to endure countless squeezes, slaps, and pinches as I kept my focus on moving towards the hallway that was slightly more lit than the living room was. If I stopped moving for even a second, I would risk being surrounded all over again.

I was appalled at just how shameless everyone was. While they weren’t collectively working to block my path, there didn’t seem to be a single guy who could keep his hands away. And thanks to how this had all been framed by Autumn and the others, none of the girls in the room seemed interested in helping me. The few that I glimpsed amidst the chaos of being felt up by practically everyone in the room seemed ashamed and/or judgmental towards me, rather than sympathetic to my plight.

Despite my determination to remove myself from the ongoing degradation, I wasn’t able to maintain a serious demeanor amidst all the sensations my body had to deal with. I was blushing nonstop and making all kinds of embarrassing noises as pretty much every inch of myself was being hit in inconsistent ways that ended up being far more rough and uncomfortable than pleasurable. Squeaking and hissing and often inadvertently squirming in response to a nipple pinch or sharp spank, it was all I could do to keep shoving past each new clump of party guests while keeping one hand firmly clasped over my crotch.

Similar to the last time I fled the scene, I ended up with one last obstacle just before reaching the edge of the room. Instead of a smirking guy this time, however, it was a girl. She appeared right in front of me, positioning herself in a way where I ended up hesitating for a moment due to how I wasn’t sure how to get around her. Before I could figure out whether left or right was the best option, she swiftly palmed my breasts and gave a hard squeeze. Turning her attention to my nipples, she pinched and twisted with her fingertips to the point of pain.

I briefly tried to squirm away when she didn’t relent, only to find that struggling made things even worse as I pretty much ended up torturing my own nipples by pulling against her vice-like grip. “Wait-” Barely making it that far, I cut myself off with a squeak of pain as her nails dug into my flesh and she twisted more intensely in opposite directions.

“Kiss me, and I’ll stop,” she said. Her smug, calm tone was such a contrast to her actions.

A male voice from behind me exclaimed, “Kiss her, Bella!” Emphasizing his encouragement with a sharp slap to my ass, he followed up the strike by pinching me down there.

It was all too much. I was so close to escaping the packed room of drunk and overly bold individuals. Not only did I want to relieve the nipple pain that was nothing like I had ever experienced, but every second of being stuck where I was risked all the guys behind me groping at my backside and potentially following me out of the room. They hadn’t done so the first time around, although I hadn’t been naked back then. Out of desperation, and perhaps a bit of impulsiveness, I lunged forward and locked lips with the girl.

Right away, I was ‘rewarded’ by her slightly easing up on the pinching. Not enough for me to risk abruptly pulling away, but definitely better than a few seconds ago. Similar to how I had fully committed with Zoey, I put as much passion as possible into this kiss as well. Our bodies couldn’t really press together, as her hands were on my boobs and my hand was over my crotch, but I leaned into her to the best of my ability anyway. Whatever I could do to satisfy the physical extortion she had sprung on me.

She kissed me back right away, clearly having no qualms about doing so with an audience. Although if Zoey could do it on our makeshift stage, of course one of Autumn’s friends or acquaintances was fine going for it at the far end of the room. I was the one who initiated, yet the girl before me was quick to take charge and plunge her tongue into my mouth to heighten the kiss mere seconds after it had started. Since I wasn’t actually a lesbian, or the slut that I now seemed like, it was all I could do to keep up with her soft and experienced lips while constantly hoping it would be enough.

I must have been doing something right, as she eventually pulled back after what could have easily been ten seconds or two minutes of making out. While some of the people around us had been content to watch the girl/girl action, there were a few who hadn’t let up on making the most of a bottomless girl’s backside being within reach. As if the deep lesbian kiss wasn’t enough to deal with, I ended up being squeezed and slapped down there pretty much the entire time as well.

“That was fun, Bella,” she murmured. Fully releasing my nipples, she gave one of my breasts a small pat, “You can go now.”

Doing just that the moment I came back to my senses again as she stepped aside, I rushed past her and finally made it into the hallway. Next, I had a huge decision to make–Run upstairs to find my things, or go for the front door and deal with that later when Autumn’s house wasn’t full of people?