A few months ago my girlfriend and I were on a vacation and decided that we would go out to a club in the city while we were there. It seemed like an awesome idea at the time. We had spent all day on the beach and were enjoying the relaxation. Having spent several days in the area, we were getting used to the native culture and felt safe walking around town, so it came as a surprise that night that we were forced into such an awful situation as we were.
The night that this story takes place started out like the other nights that we were in town. We relaxed during the day, and hung out near the beach at the hotel, sipping on some nice drinks, and catching some sun. Just like the other nights on our trip, we decided we would go out to one of the local clubs near the hotel, get drunk, and have a good time stumbling back to the hotel.
On this night, however, my girlfriend Laura decided that she would get revenge on me for supposedly flirting with one of the waitresses at the hotel bar by wearing an incredibly revealing dress to the club. Earlier that day, Laura insisted that I was flirting with our waitress because I asked her questions about her life like “So what do you do for fun around here?”, and by joking about her boyfriend being a lucky guy or something. I told Laura that I was just being polite by asking the local people what local life was like. Laura thought otherwise and said that I embarrassed her.
Laura is 24, two years younger than me, and a fiery girl. She’s also extremely fit and attractive- tall, pretty, with long blonde hair. If I were to try and describe her naked body in words, I wouldn’t do it justice. I can say with confidence that I’m a lucky man by what I see- a woman with beautiful curves amplified by large, round breasts, which extend from her chest beautifully.
Laura and I have been dating since college, and ever since I’ve known her, she’s gotten a great deal of attention from men when we’d go out to bars and clubs. It’s no surprise that Laura packed a revealing dress on this trip, but it was surprising exactly HOW revealing. I think the dress was supposed to have an undergarment worn with it or something, because as it stood, the dress was barely able to cover Laura’s breasts- and when I say barely, I mean BARELY.
You’ll have to bear with me as I try to describe it, as I’m not that familiar with dress terminology. What I can describe is how the dress barely hung on her body, loosely hanging down her front with thin strips of material. The dress was cherry red and open entirely in the back, all the way down to her waistline. The front of the dress hung loose, so much so that you could see everything from Laura’s neck to navel without effort. What that left covering Laura’s body was a simple piece of material that was barely suspended by a strap that ran around her neck. Not only was the material fairly loose, but it barely covered her breasts- both of them could be seen in full cross-section from the side. The only part you really couldn’t see was her nipples, which were barely covered.
When I first saw her in this dress, my jaw dropped. Not only was it incredibly sexy to see her all dressed up in it, but as a heterosexual man, it was instinctive that my jaw hit the floor. After my arousal subsided some, the reality of Laura’s dress hit me: this was Laura’s revenge on me for flirting. She was going to make me watch other men licking their lips as she walked by. I might even have to fend some of them off of her if we went to a club. To be honest, I couldn’t even imagine how she was going to dance in this dress without her tits flying all over the place. Maybe that was her point.
I warned her. “This isn’t a good idea. We’re in a foreign country and you’re asking for attention from the men here. You don’t know how aggressive they might be or what the standards are.” Laura denied this by saying that she didn’t see any problems and kept telling me that I was saying that stuff because I was jealous. She used the same words that I used on her to retaliate. I told her that she was “being jealous”, so that’s what she would say back to me. It’s childish, but her way.
I pleaded with her further to put on a sensible outfit. Not only was this going to be hell for me to go through as a boyfriend, trying to keep men’s hands off of her, but I was also worried about myself and my safety. At some point I would likely be challenged for her attention in a very alpha-dog manner. Laura didn’t care. After pleading my case for several minutes, she decided to ignore my pleas.
When we got to the club, she decided that she was going to ignore me completely and go to the bar alone to flirt with some men there. The club was amazing, actually. It had several floors to it reaching around the perimeter of the main hall where all the dancing was. Though it was very dark, it seemed very well-decorated with lots of dynamic neon lights and such.
Laura went straight for the bar in the back-center of the club. This area seemed less crowded than the rest of the club and seemed to have a “VIP flavor” to it, as it was raised off the dance floor by 5 or 6 feet and was closed off with metal railings surrounding the booths and tables near the bar. To get in, you had to walk past a bouncer, which Laura was able to do without effort. Though I couldn’t hear her from the intense club music, I watched as she simply walked right up to the bouncer, put her hands on his chest and asked if she could get through. He responded with something flirty or whatever, and she walked straight in.
Within 30 seconds of getting to the bar, some dude was there offering her a drink. He walked up with a few cocktails, put his arm on her back and started making conversation with her. She didn’t stop him either. I could see her smile and laugh… it filled me with rage to watch, and she probably knew I was watching, as I could see her eyes look around the room. A few more flirty remarks were exchanged and Laura followed this guy to his booth, which was off to the side of the bar area, but well within my sight.
I watched Laura walk hand in hand with this guy to his booth and thought that I’d better put an end to this bullshit before it got out of hand. I tried to get into the bar area to stop her from following him, but I couldn’t get past the security- the bouncer that she spoke to stopped me. I told him what was going on and that I was watching my girl getting escorted off to some side table of the bar and that I needed to get in. He just ignored me entirely. I wonder if Laura told him to stop me from coming up, or if it really was a VIP area that her tits got her into.
I watched as Laura stopped at this guy’s table to get introduced to the people there. There were a few large guys at the table with some of their lady friends, all dressed head to toe in club wear. I could see them making conversation, introducing themselves and making Laura feel relaxed. All I could do was watch. Nobody at the table could hear me, let alone even see me unless they were looking hard in my direction. I had a fairly clear line of sight to the table and could more or less see what was going on, but couldn’t hear anything over the insanely loud music.
Laura took a seat in the booth between the guy she was flirting with and another big guy. Within no time, an enormous round of shots and drinks arrived at the table. Laura did a few shots with the rest of the guys and girls there, obviously enjoying herself.
A few more minutes went by and I could start to see signs of the guy she was with moving in on her. He seemed to be touching her leg at first, which she seemed to allow, followed shortly thereafter by throwing an arm around her. Laura didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact, she seemed to be going along with it all - no doubt trying to get me insanely jealous as revenge for my earlier “flirting”. This guy then leaned in towards Laura’s neck a little more, to give her a kiss, which she also allowed.
At this point, I was furious and tried to push myself past the security guard to the upstairs bar, which was not a good idea. The guard stopped my forward progress up the stairs by grabbing my arms and shoulder from behind, and dragging me back down the stairs, throwing my body to the floor like a doll. I stood up and dusted myself off, feeling a little bruised from the throw. When I looked ahead at the guard, I could see him simply stare straight ahead once again, as if nothing had happened.
When I got my composure, I looked up at the booth and I could see this guy now kissing Laura, running his hands through her hair without resistance. I was boiling with anger, as I watched, helpless to do anything to stop this from happening.
This guy then proceeds to move his hands under Laura’s dress, trying to play with her tits! He EASILY pulls the dress back, exposing her left breast to the table. Quickly, Laura pulls her dress back, covering her breast, smiling and shaking her head ‘no’. But the guy didn’t quit. He smiled back at Laura, and tried once again, this time trying to kiss her neck while simultaneously trying to advance his hand under her dress. Again, Laura stops him, this time trying to be more forceful. It doesn’t work- he continued with a little more tenacity, leading to a bit of a friendly and flirty struggle.
I could barely make out the look on Laura’s face, but after a short while I could see her really struggle with the guy, as she tried to keep his hands off of her breasts by pushing his hands away from her. This, unfortunately, didn’t work either, as the big guy sitting on Laura’s right side sees the struggle that’s going on and proceeds to hold her right arm back. Laura struggled more, but couldn’t manage to get her arm free. Meanwhile Laura’s left arm was being held by the guy on her left. With both arms restrained, Laura was helpless as both guys’ hands EASILY found their way under her dress, able to fondle her round breasts. Laura tried desperately to wiggle free from the men’s grasp, but couldn’t manage, as her struggles seemed to be entertaining to the guys.
After a minute or so, these guys yelled back and forth at one another and let go of her arms and breasts. At this point I thought that they were done, and that this horrible event was over, but they were not. They both stood up in the booth slightly and tried to get Laura to stand up too, by grabbing her arms under her armpits and lifting her up.
With her arms free, Laura tried to break free of the men by pushing their arms away and swinging at them wildly. Her effort didn’t work, as the bigger of the two guys grabbed Laura forcefully by the throat, squeezing her neck. Laura started to squirm erratically in the booth, trying to break his intense grip by grabbing onto his hand with both of hers but that didn’t work either. Her face started to turn red, as he shouted something at her, and slapped her hard across the face.
At this point I was livid and ran straight up to the bouncer. This time I explained that I could see my girlfriend getting sexually assaulted by several men in the bar area upstairs. The bouncer, however, didn’t seem to care AT ALL. He didn’t even look at me as I spoke to him. I tried to push through again, but this time he shoved me so hard I fell onto my back, into a crowd of people, knocking one of them down, and almost getting the wind knocked out of me. I found another security person nearby and explained the situation to him, but he also didn’t care what was going on. He didn’t even respond to me, he just looked at me without an expression also. I didn’t know what to do- I had no options for helping Laura, and could only pray that nothing worse would happen.
When I got back to where I could see the table again, I could see Laura sitting on the tabletop crying and facing the two guys who were assaulting her. Her enormous breasts were exposed, extending out from her dress, away from her body, staring both men in the face. Each guy had one of her breasts in his hands, as they were both groping her tits and sucking on her nipples. She sat there crying and sobbing as her breasts were being sucked forcibly. Occasionally she would look around the room to see if she could see my face but she didn’t look my way, despite me waving my arms wildly.
At this point, with nothing I could do to help, the only thing I could do was watch. It was slightly arousing to watch, to be honest. Though I knew Laura was in trouble, I knew she wasn’t in any extreme danger at this point, if all that was happening was watching these guys play with her tits. It was also, in a very inappropriate way, the slightest bit satisfying to know that I was right about what I told her earlier that evening about attracting the wrong kind of attention. Maybe it was fitting that she had two guys suckling her tits at the moment.
Laura sat there on top of that booth table for several minutes momentarily being the object of these guys’ desires. The club was so dark and foggy that nobody in the club could even notice what was going on, and to be honest, I saw a couple other tables with women sitting on them, probably with breasts exposed to other men.
After a little while longer, one of the waiters came by with a huge platter of drinks for the table. The guy who had been sucking on Laura’s right tit stopped for a moment and greeted the approaching waiter. He stood up and left the booth, allowing the waiter to set down the drinks and step in. The waiter sat down at the booth and took up where the last guy left off. I think this explained where all the free drinks came from. Even the guy on Laura’s left tit stopped sucking to let the waiter have both breasts to himself. He didn’t seemed phased at all that Laura was crying madly. She even resisted slightly, but stopped when the big guy pointed at her, yelling.
After a few minutes, the waiter went back to his duties leaving the huge platter of drinks. Even the bigger guy stepped out of the booth. My girl covered up her breasts sheepishly, and tried to stand up from her position on the table top. The big guy yelled at her again, grabbing her face (a little more gently this time) and presumably told her to stay at the table. He walked over to the bouncer that had pushed me, and switched places with him.
I could see now what the game plan was between all of these guys- it was a machine; one guy scratched the back of another. The attractive guy would hover around the bar and find young ladies to bring back to the booth, with offers of free drinks and fun times. When they’d get the girl to the table, they’d seat her next to the “enforcer” who would put her in her place, and then they’d all share the prey- free drinks from the waiter, and free security from the bouncer, for assisting with the operation. I had to tip my cap at some perverse level.
Taking his turn, the bouncer walked up to the table where Laura was sitting and sat in the booth. He didn’t even seem to make eye contact with her, he just pulled her hips to the edge of the table, and placed his hands under Laura’s dress, reaching for her tits. She put her hands on his arms, crying uncontrollably, but he didn’t stop from feeling her up. She tried even harder with this guy, pleading for him to stop touching her. However, this guy was having none of it. The bouncer reached up and grabbed Laura by the throat with one of his hands, just like the last guy, and squeezed her neck hard- this time even longer than the first guy. He let go and slapped Laura hard across the face three times, each time yelling something right in her face. A few people around her noticed that something was going on, but just ignored the situation- they probably knew better.
When Laura shook off the attack, she sat back up. The guy was still yelling fiercely at her- something I couldn’t make out. After he stopped yelling, however, Laura seemed to be following his instructions obediently, probably for fear of getting slapped, strangled or worse. He then yelled something at her, and Laura immediately reached for her breasts and squeezed them together, pointing her erect nipples straight out at the guy.
Though I was slightly worried about Laura’s safety, I was watching her with near-panting arousal, as Laura’s beautifully-enormous breasts were being showcased in her cupped hands, leaving her hard, perky nipples to point out away from her breasts right at this man’s face. It was beautiful to see. Her breasts were large and soft enough that they extended several inches away from her chest, with such lush volume that every small movement of her body jiggled her tits in her hands, as if she were holding play toys for this man to enjoy. And in a sense, she was, at this point.
Laura watched as the guy ran both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, occasionally caressing the side areas of her breasts, and tracing his fingers in circles around her nipples. When Laura looked around the room, he yelled something at her and Laura would look down obediently at her nipples once again. He then made her lean over a little more, bringing her nipples nearly flush with his lips.
He then leaned in and licked each of Laura’s hard, protruding nipples one at a time with his tongue, running circles around them as he looked up arrogantly at her crying eyes. Smiling, he started to kiss each nipple with his lips, alternating back and forth, as he seemed to enjoy the pleasure of having Laura obediently serve him her enormous breasts and nipples at his table.
Time went by as the bouncer continued to kiss and lick Laura’s nipples. When he broke eye contact with her, Laura looked around the room one more time, only to get caught again by the bouncer. When he looked up from kissing Laura’s breasts and saw her eyes wandering, he yelled at her once again, and she looked right back down at her nipples obediently. After sucking for a few more minutes, his hands made his way up to Laura’s breasts as he squeezed her tits and sucked them one at a time, letting Laura’s hands to fall down to her side on the table top. He really seemed to enjoy this part, as his hands massaged Laura’s full breasts, and sucked on her rock-hard nipples for another several minutes.
Laura looked scared. Though she wasn’t crying any longer, she looked like she knew she was in danger and had no way to find safety. She was not only forced to endure a strange man squeezing and sucking on her tits, but she was also being forced to watch every lick and every suck he made on her extended nipples, for fear of being strangled or assaulted again.
Finally, after a long session with her tits, the bouncer stopped sucking on Laura, and released her breasts. He spoke to her again, this time allowing her to cover up her breasts with her dress, and said something that made Laura nod many times. I’m not sure if he was threatening her, or what, but she seemed to be agreeing with whatever he said.
The bouncer stood up from his seated position in the booth, and allowed Laura to step down off of her seat atop the table. They walked towards the bar and the bouncer handed her a drink- Laura took a very small sip sheepishly. They then walked to the exit of the bar area that separated me from them, and he let Laura walk through to the dance floor.
When I saw that Laura was being allowed to leave, I made my way down to the dance floor. I didn’t walk up to her right away, as I wanted her to have a moment to calm herself down. She was crying against the wall, and I didn’t want to walk up and ask her why she was crying. Laura wasn’t aware that I was able to see what had gone on, and I wasn’t about to tell her what I saw, as I thought that she may be embarrassed.
After waiting a short while longer, I walked up to talk with her and asked her where she went. I told her that no sooner did we get into the building than she ditched me to go upstairs. Laura explained that she was “just having drinks with some people”, and that she “didn’t want to talk about it”. So I let it go at that, knowing that she had a pretty rough experience.
Overall, I could have been more upset by the situation- I know it. I also could have done more to be a good boyfriend and try to help Laura out of the situation. However, there was also a part of me that felt vindicated with my original thoughts. Laura dressed in an extremely slutty way and ended up getting herself in trouble in a foreign country. I could have gotten into fights with those guys upstairs, but I’d probably be outside in a back alley right now picking up my teeth and getting stitches, all for a bitchy woman who was being stupid with her choices. I made the right decision, and kinda enjoyed the experience. It was exhilarating to watch my bitchy girlfriend get man-handled into a subservient role like that, and in such a kinky way.
One day I’ll tell her what I saw.
