The Dancer, Part Nineteen
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 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.