I rubbed my fingers over her
nipple. She reached for my hand, pressed it to her tit,
and then moved my hand away. She smiled sexily and danced
away to another patron holding up a bill. As was usual,
the conversation turned to how much we would like to fuck
this dancer and all the usual talk that ensues after one
of these “close encounters”. After awhile, not feeling
much pain, thanks to the Coors, I held up another dollar
and Jen came over. I asked what time she got through and
she said that she finished dancing at 11:00 p.m. I asked
her if she wanted to go out after she got off and go for a
drink or get something to eat. She, somewhat to my
surprise, replied that she would like that and we could go
right after she got off.
“Hi, baby. Whatcha doin’ out here all by your lonesome?”
he asked, still with a smile on his face.
She ignored him, and tried to go quickly around him.
“I’m talkin’ to you, baby. Wanna have some fun?”
“No, thank you,” she replied.
“Sugar, the night is young.” He grabbed her arm and pulled
her toward him, “and I want to have some fun.”
She raised her hand holding the mace, but before she could
squeeze the trigger, he grabbed and twisted her wrist, bringing
tears to her eyes. “Please leave me alone!”
“My, My, this little pussy has claws.” He took the mace and
hurled it away. “Now, no more toys. You and me have things to
She tried to scream, but he clamped his free hand over her
mouth. With that hand over her mouth, and his other twisting her
arm behind her back, he pushed her towards a nearby alley. She
struggled, but he was too strong for her. The alley was dark,
but she could make out a van parked at the very end. All of its
lights were out. The man whistled once. The rear doors of the
van opened and 3 men jumped out. They circled the man holding