The Dancer, Part Seventeen
Part Seventeen
I was fully making out with Zoey.
There was still no pleasure; if anything, this was definitive proof that I very much was a straight girl. Her breasts against mine were awkward, her lips were softer than I was used to, and even the way she gripped me was noticeably feminine. Still, there was less reluctance on my end the more that we kissed. As weird as it sounded, I found it easier to get as lost as possible in the faux passion with Zoey, as a method to avoid thinking about the reality surrounding us. If I kept my eyes closed and focused on Autumn’s sister’s tongue, I could at least somewhat tune out the fact that I was nearly naked at a crowded party.
Also, kissing Zoey meant that I could cling to what little modesty I had left. While half the room had already gotten an eyeful of my bared breasts, which had been especially mortifying thanks to how Zoey had made them bounce around by both feeling me up and jerking my body around, our current chest-to-chest position meant that everyone else had only gotten a glimpse at best. It was such an absurd ‘victory’ to claim, but that’s how far I had fallen. Apparently making out with a girl was the current solution to covering my boobs, although it wasn’t exactly a permanent fix.
With every passing second, I breathed more life into the lie that I was into girls. I took a little solace in the fact that I hadn’t really kept up with any of my high school friends after graduation, so it’s not like this revelation would change anything once my next semester of college started . . . Or would it? If the wrong parent overheard someone my age talking about this, they could then potentially mention it to my parents if I ended up coming up in conversation. That was the thought that finally broke me out of the lengthy midnight lesbian kiss. I realized as I pulled back how stupid the impulse to do so was, considering that the damage had very much already been done where future gossiping was concerned.
Zoey met my eyes with that idle smirk of hers. She continued to hold me close, swaying her hips to ensure we continued to move for both the crowd, and a little bit against each other as well. “One last thing, Bella,” she murmured, “Then you can go.”
I could barely hear her over the pounding music. And what was she talking about? This had all been way more than I had signed up for, and Autumn had told me that midnight was the end of my commitment. I honestly had no idea how long I had been making out with Zoey, but it didn’t matter. One way or another, the countdown had come and gone, which meant that I was done. However, I was still reluctantly in performance mode, so I kept my expression confident while muttering back just for her, “No more, Zoey.” Besides, she wasn’t even the one in charge here. Heather was the one I was most intimidated by, although Autumn was the one who had started all this. While Zoey was likely in on this with her sister, I doubted she was the one making the calls.
Giving a small eye roll, although somehow managing to make it look flirty for anyone that wasn’t me, she leaned in and gave my lips a peck. “It’s easy, babe. Just dance one more song by yourself. It’ll be hotter now that you’re stripped down!”
“No!” I snapped, as it dawned on me what she was suggesting. Fuck no! It was one thing to bare my chest to the crowd when I hadn’t seen it coming, and even that had been beyond degrading. Zoey was out of her mind if she thought I was going to dance for everyone without a bra on. “It’s midnight. I’m going the fuck home.” Screw the audience; I gave Zoey a much more serious look this time around to let her know that I wasn’t messing around.
“Stuck up as always, aren’t you?” she scoffed.
Before I was ready for the exposure, Zoey’s hands traced down to my hips. She took a step back while simultaneously nudging me away from my waist. Then, similar to what she had done with my bra, the smirking blonde pulled the majority of the bills out of my thong. I had reflexively brought my arms up to cover my chest, but was suddenly scared that she was going to yank my last shred of clothing down. That’s what she had done with the bra after taking the money out, after all.
Instead, she did something much worse. Abruptly lunging forward, Zoey shoved me with her full weight, not to mention the added momentum she had given herself.
I stumbled a few steps backwards, completely unable to find my balance before I reached the edge of the coffee table. Gasping at the unexpected drop, I wasn’t able to stop myself from falling in the slightest. Instead of crashing to the ground, however, I was caught by the crowd. My relief was short lived, as it took all of one second for the ones who saved me to turn against me. It was like when I had pushed through everyone earlier, but so much worse. At least then, I had the element of surprise on my side, as well as my feet on the ground.
Instead of simply dropping me now that there wasn’t a risk of me hurting myself from the new height, those who were holding me shifted their grips until I was being groped both above and below. I squeaked and squirmed in discomfort as someone started squeezing my bare boobs while a separate set of hands started copping a feel of my ass. Similar to how my thong did next to nothing where my modesty was involved, it also did very little to protect my mostly bare backside from anyone who could now reach me down there. Finally finding my voice when someone else started feeling up my chest alongside the first person, I exclaimed, “HEY. Put me down!”
My protests were completely lost amidst the still pounding music and the eager crowd that now had a nearly naked girl in its grasp. Pretty much everyone around me started putting their hands on me where they could, especially on my most private areas. All bets were off now that there wasn’t the social line that had existed while I was a ‘stripper’ on my stage. Even the lap dances had rules, and enough people had been watching that each individual had shown at least a little restraint. But now I was topless, and my sudden proximity changed everything. The majority of them were probably more drunk than an hour ago, and the mob mentality quickly settled in. Lowered inhibitions, some lust from watching another girl stripping me and kissing me, and able to get away with feeling me up when everyone else was doing it anyway? None of them hesitated when given such an opportunity.
They were all far more interested in touching me than holding me, so my body eventually settled towards the floor amidst the chaos. The second I could move my limbs without tumbling down, I started randomly kicking in the hopes of giving myself a little space to break free of the countless horny boys.
That was when Autumn stepped in. And not in a good way.