CHAPTER TWO — STEPHANIE
David opens the door, and I find myself looking at the bouncer — whose name is Rod, I guess — and another man.
Rod is tall, maybe six foot two or so, bald, tattooed, buff.
The man beside him is maybe an inch shorter and looks pretty similar to Rod, except he has thick, dark hair.
They both look like they're maybe in their forties.
And they both look, I hate to say this, predatory.
I almost want to hide behind David, but I'm excited in a twisted kind of way, too.
"We heard that somebody here was in need of some discipline," Rod says as he closes the door behind him.
David looks at me.
"Stephanie, would you like to fill these gentlemen in?"
I wasn't expecting this.
"Let's go to the living room," David says. "Stephanie, how about you sit here?"
David pulls out a chair and puts it in the middle. The men all sit on the couch across from me. It feels like I'm being interrogated or something.
"Stephanie, tell these men why they're here."
"I got really drunk last night," I say quietly.
"I see," Rod says, stroking his chin and pretending to be serious.
I glance down quickly and notice a large bulge in his pants. I gulp. I think he catches me looking, because he smirks. I look away, blushing.
"How drunk?" the other man asks.
"Um, drunk," I say.
"Stephanie," David says, "don't downplay it, or you'll just make things worse for yourself."
"Okay, really drunk," I say.
"She was blackout," David adds.
Fuck, now I actually feel embarrassed.
The men actually look slightly surprised. The one with the dark hair squints.
"That's dangerous," he says.
He seems like he's not really playing a role, like he's actually concerned.
"You know, I have a young daughter," he says, "and if she was behaving like you, I would be worried sick."
"Okay, but I'm sure I'm older than your daughter," I say.
"Why are you talking back like that?" Rod asks. "David, is this normal? Does she usually act like this?"
David looks at me.
"Stephanie, these are guests. I think you need to apologize and be a bit more respectful."
"Sorry," I say.
"Doesn't sound that sorry to me," Rod says. "You know what? I think I'd believe it a bit more if she humbled herself."
"Humbled myself?" I ask.
"Yeah, I think she should take her dress off," the other man says, chiming in.
I feel a rush of indignation. Why are these men now telling me what to do? They're not in charge. I look at David.
"These men are in charge of your discipline for the next half hour, Stephanie," David says. "Listen to them."
I scowl at David, and he just smirks.
"We're waiting," Rod says. "And trust me, you don't want to make me wait."
I quickly strip off my dress and then cross my arms.
"Arms down," Rod says.
I glare at him.
"Ooh, feisty," he says. "I don't know if I should tell you this, but that's just going to egg me on."
"Stand up," the other man says. "Hands behind your back."
Oh my God. This is somehow much worse than I thought. I feel all the blood rush to my face as I stand up. I try and get myself to move my hands, but it's hard.
"We're waiting," the man says.
Reluctantly, I cross my hands behind my back.
"That's more like it," Rod says. "Mm. Beautiful body. Shame you're poisoning it with alcohol. What do you think?" he asks, looking at the other man. "How can we teach this young lady a lesson?"
"For one," the man says, "I think we could definitely fill her mouth with something else."
Rod smiles.
"I like that. I don't know if that'll be quite enough, though. How about—"
He gestures to the other man, who gets close, and he whispers in his ear.
The man pulls back, eyebrows raised.
"Are you sure?"
Rod nods.
"Oh, fuck. All right," the man says.
He gets up and walks towards me.
"On your knees," he says as he unbuckles his pants. "You're about to learn an important lesson."