This was the hardest thing I found in these kinds of things.
I put my glasses and mask away and tied the hoodie around my waist.
After scanning the surroundings, I find three gorgeous women swaying their bodies around and making out with many men and other women.
There, it felt like they were the main characters, and people would hardly pay attention to me. So, I slowly started to move towards them.
Raising my hands above my shoulders as I gently tilted my butt left and right, mimicking the others' dancing steps. Along the way, I felt a hand on my hips, but I quickly moved to the opposite side.
Even though the hand was no longer on my hips, I still collided with the man in front of me. Thankfully, he didn't pay any attention, completely immersed in his own partner.
Everything went smoothly, and soon after avoiding every touch from different people, I arrived close to one of those women, who was now in the arms of a man, who hugged her from behind while she had her face touching a woman in front of her.
I kept my hair over my face, hiding it completely. Though my hair was considered beautiful because of the natural red color, it probably couldn't compare to those women. But my face was actually more beautiful and always attracted some flies.
This was all I learned after many incidents during my previous deliveries. After doing it many times, I was somewhat able to handle things without any difficulty.
But of course, this wasn't enough.
A boy who looked somewhat handsome started to dance with me. He didn't seem as wild as the others because, instead of resting his hand on my butt, he placed it on my waist.
This was the second step. I needed to be involved with someone so that others didn't try to approach me.
I smiled and placed my hands on his shoulders to keep him at a distance and prevent him from suddenly kissing me, as had happened before.
The music was loud, the atmosphere was heated with the bodies pressing against me. My member was now hardened fully, but it still was away from people's attention.
A long time passed, and I thought it was time to head back because it was enough for the theatrics. But mostly it was getting harder to avoid his advances, as his hands were only on my hips, trying to get into my pants.
I slowly pushed him away and started to walk backwards. He mouthed something—probably what?—but the look on his face soured when I pointed at my wrist.
Sometimes, things worked out quite well, but other times I had to make a little commotion and throw the unconcent word out. However, that could only occur if my luck was worse than the worst possible situation.
I sighed in relief when I saw him moving away.
Hardly anyone had ever forced themselves on me, so I hadn't considered that possibility until that moment.
As I was moving backward, I felt a hand crawl up to my neck, and before I could do anything, their grip tightened around my throat.
No voice came out of my mouth—or maybe it did, but it wasn't loud enough to get anyone's attention. My hands grabbed the one that was choking me, but it was no use. They had me completely pinned against them.
I couldn't breathe. My lungs burned, and my throat felt like it was collapsing.
"Stop moving."
Before I could do anything impulsive, I felt a breath tickle my earlobe before a voice fell into my ear. Despite the loud music, the voice pierced my ears.
Of course, I recognized that voice. I would be stupid if I forgot about it. It was a woman whom I never want to come into her sight. But forget about forgetting; now I wasn't only in her view but also held in her grasp.
How could this be possible? The world was small, but how could it be so small that I would meet her? Was it fate? If it was fate, then it was indeed very cruel.
My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it could burst out of my chest. All the thoughts of making a commotion suddenly vanished, and I did as I was ordered.
After I lowered my hands and stopped moving my body, only then did I realize something—the hoodie tied to my waist was gone.
My stomach dropped, heat rushed to my face. Even with the baggy pants, I was certain my boner would be visible through them.
"I think we have met before."
The club was packed with people, and the lighting wasn't very solid, so it was really impressive of her to even recognize me here.
In my panic, I failed to realize she wasn't asking. And when her grip loosened around my throat, I really made a foolish mistake—thinking of what that woman had promised to do with me if she caught me again.
"No, we are meeting for the first time."
The woman chuckled, and her hot breath brushed against my skin. The hardness beneath my pants jerked with shameful vigor and my legs shook.
"At least look at me first."
Holding my waist, she tilted my head to her side by grabbing my chin.
Her long dark hair fell against her face, shimmering in the light. Her blue eyes, though, stayed cold and indifferent.
It would have been different if I wasn't turned on. But since I was, my breath caught in my lungs. As for my thing, it jerked again before a strange heat developed inside my belly.
"Or think a little before speaking, to make it more convincing."
The woman's lips parted, and she poured cold water over me.
I was in a panic and ended up blurting it out. I felt really stupid.
But her hand on my waist traveled further below.
"What did I say I will do if I see you again?"
I was afraid not only because I heard her voice but also due to where her hand was moving.
"No, that's not me." I knew I was being stupid, yet I continued to say whatever came to my mind. "No, I mean this is our first time meeting."
There was no way she would believe me. Unless she was impossibly dense. I still prayed she would be.
The hope didn't last.
"Yes, first meeting indeed."
When her hand reached my pants, I started to move and tried to break free, but she didn't even budge.
"Aahh!"
Instead of under the pants, her hand found its way into my pockets and brushed against my erection. My body stiffened, and a soft moan escaped from my lips.
"Stop moving."
Not regarding my bulge, she thoroughly searched my pockets as I tried to hide my panting and rapid beating of my heart.
Embarrassed, I wanted to throw myself into the crowds as soon as I got out of her hold—I didn't want her to see my face, but my thoughts were futile as she grabbed my t-shirt and turned me around.
My mind was a mess with humiliation, and when she reached for my back pockets, my body accidentally collided with hers. An electric current ran through my whole body, and my legs gave out.
Up until now, not once had she let me go, but just at that moment, I fell on the ground. I raised my head to look at her and saw my wallet in her hands.