It was a warm Hyderabad evening, the kind where the sun had been beating down hard all day and the humidity hung thick in the air, making everything feel sticky. It was Friday night and it had been one hell of a week at the office. Archana was exhausted but desperately needed some fun to shake off the stress.
She had made plans earlier to meet her friend Meena at a new pub on the outskirts of the city. The place was in an industrial area that had slowly turned into a popular hangout, with small cafes opening in old tin sheds and pubs and clubs coming up one after another. Archana had never been there before, but Meena kept saying the DJ was really good.
She drove home from work and almost ran up the stairs to her flat in the apartment complex, eager to jump into the shower and start getting ready. She slipped out of her office clothes and turned the shower on so the water was just barely cool. Stepping under the stream, she gasped as the cold water hit her hot skin. Her nipples instantly tightened as her body adjusted to the temperature.
She ran her hands over her breasts and stomach, feeling herself get wet just thinking about the night ahead. Reluctantly she stepped out of the shower and began getting ready. She hurried through all the usual decisions a woman makes before going out—hair up or down, makeup, shoes, underwear, clothes. Any woman who says she does not think about how the night might end while choosing these things is lying.
She chose a simple soft black dress with a deep V-neck that, if needed, would easily show a good portion of her breasts. The dress was tight at the waist and then fell loosely to just above her knees. She slipped on a pair of heels, grabbed her phone and bag, and ran downstairs to the waiting auto.
She reached the pub a little earlier than planned. There was only a short queue at the entrance. She had told Meena she would meet her inside, but looking at the growing crowd she realised she should have been more specific about the spot. She texted Meena saying to message her the moment she arrived.
Inside, Archana was surprised by how packed the place already was. She pushed her way to the bar, downed a couple of shots, and then headed towards the dance floor. The music was loud and electric. Everyone was moving together, bodies pressed close. It felt like the whole crowd was glued to each other.
She started dancing at the edge of the floor when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the middle of the crowd. She looked around but could not see who it was. Just as she tried to move away she spotted Meena dancing in a small group.
Archana waved and made her way over. Meena introduced her to a friend she had just met. His name was Ravi and he seemed very interested in Meena. A few of his friends were standing nearby but Archana could not catch their names over the music.
She started dancing with Meena, but staying together in the dense crowd was hard. Suddenly she felt a hand around her waist. She turned and saw a tall, rough-looking man behind her. He wore a plain black t-shirt and had a tattoo that snaked up the side of his neck and down his arm. He was muscular and somehow attractive even with that rough look.
He kept his hand on her waist and gently pushed her back towards Meena and Ravi. Archana smiled up at him and mouthed
Thanks,
expecting him to let go and move on. But he stayed. She kept dancing, the man’s hand still resting on her waist. As she moved with the music he pulled her closer, his hips pressing against her from behind.
His hand began to wander. His thumb brushed against the side of her breast before sliding back down to her hip. She wanted to step away and return to Meena, but her body refused to move. Her mind said leave, yet the feel of his solid body against hers was too good.
She could feel his strong thighs against the back of her legs. His body was slightly angled, but she was sure that if he pressed fully against her she would feel his cock against her backside. Curious, she pushed back into him. He responded at once, pulling her hips firmly against him so she could feel exactly how hard he was.
Archana looked down at the floor and smiled so he would not see. She began moving against him deliberately, rubbing her hips and backside against his cock in time with the music. She teased him like that for what felt like a long time. When the track changed he pulled back, gripped her arm tightly, and turned her to face him while they continued dancing.
His grip on her arm was strong and started to hurt. She tried to pull away, a little panicked. What had she started? She was facing away from Meena now and could not signal her. She tried again to free her arm. Suddenly he seemed to realise he was holding too tight. He loosened his hold and instead slid his hand around her back, pulling her flush against his chest.
Archana began to relax again, though she still could not easily move away. And she was not sure she wanted to. Despite the roughness, the man was exciting her. She could feel herself growing wetter and could not stop it. The music kept pounding. After a while she started to pull back, thinking it was time to leave.
As she stepped back he moved his left hand to the small of her back and quickly slipped his right hand between her legs, rubbing her through the dress and underwear with his palm. Her body responded even as the logical voice inside her screamed to get out of there.
He leaned in and buried his face in her neck, gently biting the skin while he pulled her underwear to one side and ran his fingers along the outside of her already very wet pussy. Archana was vaguely aware of the people packed around them. What if someone noticed? She let out a soft moan as he continued kissing her neck and throat.
Someone bumped into her from behind, pushing her even closer to him. He held her firmly and pushed his fingers between the lips of her pussy, rubbing her clit. She pressed forward into him, half worried that the whole floor could see and half giving him the chance to slide his fingers inside her.
In a sudden moment of clarity she realised what she was doing and pulled away hard. His hand was still around her waist when someone beside them knocked into him, giving her the opening she needed. She pushed through the crowd without looking back and headed straight for the toilets.
She reached the ladies’ toilets but the queue stretched out the door. She needed a moment to catch her breath. Down the short corridor she spotted a small disabled toilet and quickly went inside. She pushed the door shut and let out a long sigh of relief—then gasped as the door was shoved open again.
The same man from the dance floor stepped in, closed the door behind him and slid the lock. Archana opened her mouth to shout but he pressed his mouth hard against hers, pushing his tongue inside. Despite the panic she kissed him back. Their tongues tangled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and walked her backwards until her back hit the wall.
He reached under her dress, yanked her underwear down and let them fall to the floor. She tried to protest but her body would not cooperate. She parted her legs for him as he pushed his fingers back into her pussy. She leaned her head against the wall while he kissed down her neck, pulled the V of her dress aside, peeled her bra cup down and gently bit her nipple.
Her legs felt weak as he thrust his fingers in and out of her rapidly. She wanted to ask his name—surely if he was going to be inside her she should at least know that much. She opened her mouth to speak but he quickly covered it with his hand and shook his head.
Her heart was racing but she stayed quiet. He returned his mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples. Then he bit her harder, surprising her. Instinctively she slapped his face. He looked shocked for a second, then angry. He pulled his fingers out, grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her closer, his other hand still over her mouth. Panic rose in her chest as he stared at her.
In one swift move he turned her around, pushing her face towards the wall, releasing her mouth but keeping hold of her hair. She heard him undoing his belt and pants. She tried to grab his arm. He pulled the belt free and used it to tie her wrists behind her back, pinning her to the wall with the weight of his body.
Her heart was beating so hard she thought she might faint. His pants were around his ankles. He stepped close behind her, pulled her hips away from the wall, spread her legs and slid his hand between them again, rubbing her clit and pushing his fingers inside. Even through the fear her body still responded, her hips moving back and forth against his hand.
He removed his hand and pulled her hips back further. She felt him guide the head of his hard cock against her, rubbing it through her wetness before slowly pushing just the tip inside. He paused. She found herself wanting more. Impatient, she pushed back, taking a little more of him. He gave another inch, then held still again.
He was driving her crazy. He pushed a little deeper, then slowly withdrew until only the head remained inside her. She twisted her head to look at him, growing angry.
Just fuck me already!
she said, her voice tight
He laughed softly and brought his face close to her ear.
Say please.
She stared at him. Was he serious? He loosened the belt around her wrists. For a second she thought he was actually letting her go. He bent down as if to pick up his pants and started towards the door with a small smile.
Wait!
she called. He turned back, still grinning. She gave in.
Please?
He left the door and his pants and came straight back to her. He kissed her hard while pinning her against the wall, lifted one of her legs and thrust up into her in one deep stroke. Archana gasped as he filled her completely. He began thrusting hard and fast. She started losing control, pinned to the wall, her body shaking under the force of his hips.
A sharp ache ran through her hips but she ignored it as her pussy clenched around him and her whole body shuddered in a mix of pleasure and pain. His grip on her hips tightened. He drove deep one last time, pulling her hard against him as he came inside her.
Breathless, he stayed pressed to her back for a few seconds. She tried to speak but could only stand there, shocked and spent. Finally he pulled out, grabbed his pants from the floor, yanked them on and slipped out the door without another word.
Archana sank to the floor, head spinning as she tried to catch her breath. She cleaned herself up as best she could, pulled her underwear back on and smoothed her dress. Then she left the toilet and walked back through the crowd. On the way she texted Meena that she was heading home.
She saw him once more on the dance floor as she left. She smiled. He turned away. It was definitely not the Friday night she had planned, but it was one she would not forget in a hurry.
