The Beginning by Lenox Hills

olds birthday party. Overturn chairs are on the floor and they are standing around crowding the small stage like rabid dogs. I now dread this decision. Where is security? The manager told me that we had two guys in here. Shit.
     
    The stage is much smaller than I expected. It is more like a small box with a pole in the middle to hold on to, it is only about two feet off the ground, and there is nowhere to go since it is in a corner. The music from the main room is piped in, and can barely be heard over the screaming and talking these guys are doing. It takes a minute for me to be noticed.
     
    “Well well gentleman look what we have here….our next victim!!” One of them in a blue polo shirt says. They applaud and make a path towards the box. I must have looked scared because, another one in a pink polo shirt comes over to me and says, “Jim look what you did? Be nice,” and he turns to me, “We are harmless, just drunk and loud.” Oddly, I still feel like a lamb to the slaughter, as I sense instantly pink polo shirt is a liar. I walk towards the box and as I pass, they all reach out to grab me, push me, or slap my ass. I have a bad feeling about this, but as I move, they follow in behind me to the stage. Once I get to the box, step up and turn around I see that I am cornered…trapped.
     
    Quickly, I try to make an exit plan, as well as a plan to quell them a bit. I search  out above their heads and still there is no bouncer to be found. The guys are waving dollar bills and yelling to see my tits already. I have to dance, I have to distract them and wait for help. I start to move, and I decide to really go all out with steps as if I am putting on a show, hoping they will enjoy it and be kind to me. I kick out and spin, but never turn my back on them and it helps to clear them from right in front of the box. They are all fanning out and showing a lot of singles but not tipping me at all. Assholes. These guys want it all for free. I am trying to put off taking of my top for as long as possible and then things go south quickly.
    “This is bullshit, take it off!” Yells one of them from the crowd.
    “Fuck this shit bitch, do what you’re here for! Strip!” Another squawks out at me.
    I am terrified, with nobody in here and this many guys they could do anything to me, and the look it their eyes tell me they might.
     
    Suddenly there is hand that reaches out, snatches at my bra, and pulls on it. I reach out, grab the pole with my left hand, and hold on. The clasp in the back holds tight and he doesn’t let go. His grip pulls me forward to cheers from his frat brothers. I am unable hold on to the pole any longer and he tugs to release me from it. In a final yank on my bra, he wrenches me away from the pole and for a moment, I am standing there teetering on the edge of the box.
    “Take her down like a running back” I hear from pink polo shirt who is standing right next to him. Somehow they high five each other and blue polo shirt pulls one more time and in my stilettos I wobble and fall off the box and onto the floor.
     
    In my descent, my bra finally snaps and he is now holding it above his head to roars from the swarm. He is waving it around like a victory flag. I scamper backwards to the wall and pull my knees up to my chest, and put my head down. I hope they won’t try to pull anything else off me. I hope they forget about me, but they do not. After they enjoy the bra for a minute, I see their feet circle around me.
    “Ok boys,” pink polo says, “what should we do to her next?”
    “I’d love some panties to go with my bra,” blue polo says, “a matching set I think they call it?” as everyone in the room laughs. Oh no, please no, what am I going to do. I am so scared. I curl up tighter in a ball and hold strongly to my knees to keep them from getting to my panties. I feel them start to reach for me, and pull my arms off my knees, but I hold tightly interlacing my fingers. One of them starts to pry