His Touch Remains

I pressed my lips together to stop it from trembling. My heart was pounding with every beat of the hard metal music currently playing inside the bar. Even though I could barely contain the heat penetrating my body, I continued searching in the swarm of ecstatic people grooving their bodies with the song. "Excuse me! Comin' through!" I parted a couple dancing just to walk on the other side of the dance floor. I did not pay attention when the girl cursed at what I did. I was searching for Irene and Devon but I was helplessly failing. People were already pushing me from side to side. The strong reek of alcohol was mingling with the smell of sweats, perfumes, and cigarette smoke that were like floating on the heavy air. It was suffocating. I stepped out a bit and went to the counter. "Water please," I called out the bartender. I needed water to hydrate my dry throat. Good thing, I wasn't drunk or else, nobody will look after us. "Here yah go Miss," he smiled big. "Thanks." I gulped the water so fast, some dropped on my chin down to my dress. "Ugh! Seriously?" A large spot on the top of my right breast became visible on my baby pink silk dress. "This is unbelievable!" I complained to no one but this wasn't important. I needed to find my friends before Mason. Giving up was not on my vocabulary so I tried my luck again. Clinton and Gregory were out of sight too but I was so sure they went here. I was shamelessly pushing others who got in my way. I turned my body from side to side until I bumped my back hard into someone else's body again. "Ouch," I cried. I thought I was going to fall but a hand snaked to my waist. I looked up to see who he was only to see Mason's body towering over me. "Gotcha." His face was grinning as his eyes illuminated the colors of disco light like he was evolving as the colors shifted from one to another. My hitched breathing resurrected. "Mason, let me go. Stop doing this. I'm trying to find Irene." "Let's dance," he said as he wrapped my waist and locked me in between his large feet and legs. It didn't help that people on my back were so close that I was pinned closer to him. "I don't want to dance. You're drunk. You better stop and just... go home." "Ooh, b***h. Stop acting like a saint," he mocked but no expression from the both of us was up to it. Our appalling eyes fought instead. "What do you want Mason?" I asked, still trying to calm. He didn't respond so I struggled to get away from him. But his weight was all over me. Within seconds of standing on the dance floor, his hands played all over my back and bottom. My dress was thin and I could feel his aggressive touch, like a werewolf claw which could cut deep and scar not only my body but my entire being. I pushed him hard on his chest, almost cringing my face. "No! Don't. Release me. Release me. Let's come down Mason. You're drunk. Don't do this to me." He smirked. "Shut up and just make me cum." His face went to my neck and I automatically dodged it, but it was no help. I felt his nose tracing it until he reached my ear. "You're so sexy," he whispered, sending shivers all over my body. My heart pounded and fear enveloped me. It felt like I've gone into a frozen land that my brain and body didn't know how to function anymore, yet I was sweating bullets. I breathed deep and heavy as the air became more suffocating to me. Someone accidentally bumped my back, causing me to function again. "Please let go," I said nervously. He continued to sway his body with the provocative song that had begun to play. I tried to push him again. But he only hugged me tighter. "Stay still if you want to get out alive," he whispered, causing me to shudder. I trembled as I began to feel numb from the close space I wasn't entitled to. My body resisted his actions even though I already felt weak and helpless. Too afraid to fight back with the sudden aggression of his advances. "Ah," he groaned. The worst part was, I felt his bulge as he tried to grind his on my abdomen. And I was not too innocent not to know it. "Like it? I want to get you laid. I'm gonna lick your boobs and your p*ssy," he moaned on my ears. My stomach churned and I wanted to puke. It was the most disgusting words I have ever heard. It was only plain terror. "I won't let you!" I said with my voice still trembling. "No!" I forcefully jerked my body when he suddenly cupped my bosom, making me more nervous, teary, furious, and frustrated. His palms were rough but my feeling got more intense. I felt tormented and burned with the touch of a devil. "You won't get away from me." He renewed his grip on my body and pressed me closer to him, with only my arms parting us and covering my body to him. "Clinton!" I got a glint of hope when my eyes caught Clinton near us but my voice drowned with the loud music and with the people jumping like they were on high. Mason pulled my hair as he tightened his grip on it. The pain was doubled when someone's arm accidentally hit the back of my head. "Ah!" I weep, cringing my face as my vision became blurry with tears. He leaned closer to my face and whispered, "Shut the f**k up! No one will ever notice you with me." One side of his lips raised in terror. "This is normal. Don't act like you haven't done it with other models. How many models already touched your boobs?" When did I give him this impression? I did not give him any motive to do so but he was using the industries' wicked card on me! "P-Please..." My lips trembled as a sob found its way out. Hot tears flowed on my cheek I couldn't even wipe. "Beg me to death," he smiled evilly. His voice was like a sharp knife that would cut my ears until they bleed. And suddenly, he cupped my chin and I automatically pressed my lips together. "Hmm..." Sobbing, I jerked my head backward, turning from different directions to avoid his mouth but I helplessly failed. The rawness of his tongue circled my lips—licking and devouring it unmercifully. I clenched my fists and put all my strength into punching his head but I couldn't release the strength that I gathered inside me. The loudness and wildness of people weakened me. I couldn't even hear my whimper as I sob continuously. "Ahh... you tasted so sweet. You're making me h*rny, I wanna finger your p*ssy," he said, pounding his abdomen on mine and rubbing the side of my hips. I was already panting of exhaustion from breaking free and from his tight grip around my body but he never stopped doing what he wanted. He was like a vulture eating his prey. I was completely being taken over by a man in a public place. And I couldn't even do anything about it. People did not even care because they have seen so much of it that this was normal for them. I do not like this. This is hell. I felt a pang of pain when he bit me hard down to my collars then to my cleavage, marking me. He languidly thrust in front of me and moaned, repeatedly. His touch was like a virus that would cause my downfall. His voice and laugh while feeling the pleasure were evil chants that rang on my mind until I went crazy. Then, I gave up in despair. I just want it to be over. "I can't wait for you to give me a hand and make me c*m all over your face. Ah," he grinded once more. I couldn't feel my feet anymore. I was floating. It felt like I wasn't there. Like I was watching it from afar but I could still feel it. I was already short of breath then I decided not to breathe anymore. I took a peek at him and the people around once more. I felt even more suffocated with the sight that would forever live in memory I would always try to forget. As my pacing slowed down, I watched him reach the end of my dress. Before I could even feel a thing down there, I am glad my consciousness slipped away with the thought that no one could save me than myself. I hope, I did.