The rough hand migrated down her thigh to wear her loose skirt was cut, quickly slithering underneath it and back up to grope her bare ass with a renewed sting. She felt his shoulder pressing against hers and the smell of past cigarettes, as he spoke into her ear, “Thought you just wanted a quiet drink, love? They entered a nightclub recommended by some members of the group who had already left. Has the slut got a name?”
“E- Emma” she whimpered, feeling his tone dominating her. Her legs were spreading wider. “I didn’t ask, I’m telling you what’s going to happen darlin’” said the leader. Emma turned back to the bar, half hoping the barman would see the events and put a stop to it, but half hoping things would continue. She was effectively alone.