Getting in over her head (closed for AnnieD)

[Bevatoria]

After giving a knowing nod at the bartender, I leaned back against the bar, stretching my tanned arm along the dark brown surface. I sat on a tall stool, taking in the blinking lights on the dance floor, flanked by booths, standing tables, people packed in everywhere either dancing, talking, or drinking, having a good time. They were all blissfully unaware of who really ran things here with the blinking lights and the loud music hazing their senses. I was surveying the dance floor, tables, and everyone occupying them, as if I was appraising them. Judging their right to be there, by how they looked, what they were doing.

My name's Richard Weins, by the way.

Oh, I didn't own the club. But I might as well have. I was better then an owner of the club; I was a member of a special group - the local gang who ran things around here. We partied here and did whatever we wanted without worrying about the mess afterwards. It wasn't that we didn't pay our dues; it wasn't cheap to buy influence (among other certain local delicacies) and to keep the cops away. But whatever we wanted, we got.

Which were the prime spots in this club. Whatever VIP rooms we laid our eyes on. And the honeys, of course. A particularly attractive one caught my eye as she entered the club, but I could spend all night just watching if I wanted to. I needed to find my boys and catch up. After giving her one last glance, I made my way towards the biggest booth at the far end of the floor, where we could keep an eye on things.

We didn't go looking for trouble, of course. Even money can only take things so far. But if we wanted to make a bit of trouble, well....

 

[AnnieD]

​

Yep, that picture is me. None other than Ellie Smith, upcoming lingerie and bikini model. Twenty-three years old and ready to take the world. I had flare. I had style. I had the looks, and I had class.

So then, I couldn’t believe the nerve of my younger brother, Bill, for wanting to join some stupid nearby gang. I mean, we were well off - our folks were some pretty successful venture capitalists and had all sorts of connections. In fact, I owed my modest modeling career to them. So, that said, I couldn’t imagine why Bill would want to join some scum group causes mischief in town and simply just causes property value to drop.

It couldn’t be helped, when I had heard from one of his friends that he planned to go over this place later in the evening to beg them o let him in. Of all the stupid things to be cool…

I had gone in, dressed in a tight black top, pair of jeans and heels, hoping to catch my eighteen year old brother before he did anything incredibly stupid. I was right about to sit down, when some asshole had grabbed a plump backside cheek before moving over to the end of the room. Two seconds in, and these jerks were already causing trouble.

I’m not sure on whether it was for my brother, or for my own honor, but I quickly found myself marching to his direction, seeing the thug laugh as he made his way to the biggest both, and I said;

“Hey, can you assholes beat it?”

 

[Bevatoria]

Navigating crowded dance floors was nothing new to me; I didn't bother hiding my ogling of the scantily dressed ladies on the floor, even if the jean clad hottie I'd stolen a look at earlier was nowhere to be seen. I slid into the side of the booth, taking one of the seats in behind. Edge seats were for the lower caste in our group; those who were constantly on the move and had reason to get out of the way. I didn't have that.

At least, not immediately.

Al, one of my boys, stole a grope to some random hottie on the dance floor before making his way to our Booth. He slid on on the edge, and I bumped his fist as he slid in. "Good to see you Alzie." It was my nickname for him, one that hadn't caught on. Yet. Whatever I wanted, I got.

Speak of the devil...the girl I'd spotted earlier was walking towards us. But she didn't seem pleased. She seemed angry, in fact. I shot a quick glance at Al, finally putting two and two together: she'd been the one he'd copped a feel off of. A lot of them were offended by it.

Almost none of them brought it up with us, since they knew who we were and what we could do.

“Hey, can you assholes beat it?” she shouted. She had to in order to be heard in here. Al just grinned at her, but even as he leered he looked my way.

Our booth was five guys, and two girls; one of who was on my arm at the moment. They all knew the code, though. If someone challenged our group, I had to respond. I let the bass thump through the club, the haze of smoke, noise, and booze humming through the air before I replied to her.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" I taunted. "I couldn't hear you through the music." I motioned to my ears as if she couldnt' tell that's what I meant, drawing laughts from three of my colleagues.

 

[AnnieD]

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I couldn't hear you through the music."

God, they were all so infuriating. Didn't they know who I was already? They couldn't behave this way to me. I mean, not that I was a star or anything yet, but I needed to protect whatever pride I had. I was tempted to throw one of their drinks at them, but I decided to cool it a bit for now.

"Are you deaf? Beat it. Tell your stupid friend to stay away from me especially."

As if the experience wasn't embarrassing enough, the jerk who groped me earlier was staring at my bust. Sure, while there wasn't much cleavage given the nature of my top, his eyes were glued to the simple fact that my top was filled. Regardless, I quickly took one of their drinks and threw the liquid at the man's face.

So much for cooling it down.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Are you deaf? Beat it. Tell your stupid friend to stay away from me especially."

Even by my standards, Al was being a bit obvious about where he was looking. He had a thing for tits, couldn't really blame him. I would've been myself if I wasn't measuring her eyes, the anger in her frame. She had no clue who we were. None at all.

Delicious.

"It's a free world, babe. Try not to complain too much if someone enjoys theirs once in a while." I laughed, although strangely I was the only one doing so.

The reason for that quickly became apparently as she took Al's drink and drenched his face with it. My laughter would've became howling had I not been fully aware of the situation; I loved it when Al got his, but now was not the time for a joke at his expense. He fumed and stood up, a motion which quickly drew my arm.

"Now, now, Al." I rose slowly; the ladies in the booth doing the same, discreetly scooting out. They knew what was coming, and my gaze fell onto the offending young woman as I continued, slowly making my way out the opposite side as he glared at her. "She obviously didn't mean to do that." My gaze met hers. I gave no hint of how dangerous I really was; the tattoos I had showing wouldn't be a clue and I still wanted her to think I was some clueless jock enjoying the club atmosphere and the scantily clad honies.

"Why don't you tell us who you are, babe." I leered at her. "So Al can apologize to you by name..." I grinned. "And you can buy him a new drink." Of course it was unreasonable; that was the point. She was supposed to say no.

 

[AnnieD]

"It's a free world, babe. Try not to complain too much if someone enjoys theirs once in a while." one of them said laughing. The others didn't seem anywhere near as amused.

Babe. Just who the hell did he think he was? No one can call me that - I'm no one's babe. I wasn't sure if he said that, in hopes that I would get more angry but I simply stood there, with a silent, hateful, expression on my face. His friend, whom I threw his drink at, looked almost in the same fashion, if not for that look of fear in his eyes. Where did that come from?

"She obviously didn't mean to do that."

He then continued, almost as if he was trying to defend me - which I knew that it couldn't possibly be the case. I quickly observed his arm, seeing the tattoos. He was a low-level thug, no doubt.

"Why don't you tell us who you are, babe. So Al can apologize to you by name...And you can buy him a new drink."

"A drink? Are you fucking kidding me?" I said, nearly with a scoff "No, he - and the rest of you- can go to hell."

"And don't call me babe." I then quickly added, ready to leave at any moment.

 

[Bevatoria]

"A drink? Are you fucking kidding me?" she said with a scoff. "No, he - and the rest of you- can go to hell."

Al and a couple of the guys tensed, but I quickly motioned - discreetly, of course - to hold back. There was now four of us and one of her and we didn't need to make a scene.

"And don't call me babe." she finished.

"Okay." Again, shouting like this over the noise helped me to hide any menace in my voice. "I won't call you babe, then." I sidled up next to her, avoiding any physical contact. "What should I call you, then?" I loomed over her. "You know Al's name, but Al doesn't know yours. It's rude to be a stranger and demand things of people you don't know, isn't it?"

"Otherwise I'll have to call you tight-ass." The leer became more obvious as I continued. "Both because of your inconsiderate manners..." I pauseed, as if considering something. "...and because of how tight your ass is in those jeans." I slapped her ass playfully.

Or at least I thought it was playful. Judging by her reaction, she didn't seem to think so.

 

[AnnieD]

I wasn't planning on saying my name, and perhaps he saw this, as he stood up close to me and just leered. He was trying to scare me, that much could be said, but I wasn't going to cave in. I stood my ground. I wasn't going to budge from this spot until he got the message.

Apparently he didn't...

"Otherwise I'll have to call you tight-ass. Both because of your inconsiderate manners...and because of how tight your ass is in those jeans." he said, when suddenly I felt a sharp slap on my backside. The rest of the boys started laughing and I was fuming, he could see that.

"You piece of -" I said, as I grabbed another drink and threw it at him.

 

[Bevatoria]

I'd be the first to say I wasn't a prophet. I could anticipate things to a point, sure. You didn't get as far as I did by the age of 27 without having some sort of long term gameplan. I was lucky, but I also had a general idea of how situations would unfold and how people would react to things.

So for her to shock me was quite a feat. "You piece of -"

That part was fine, and expected. Her being angry at me, and what I did, was par for the course, as well as her response. Her throwing her drink at me was what I hadn't seen coming. As a result, I found my vision clouded for a moment as I wiped my eyes out, and despite himself I smirked a bit at Al's laughing.

I had it coming. Okay. I valiantly kept the smile on my face, even as my eyes flickered dangerously. It was hard to talk threateningly in a club where you had to shout to be heard. People getting drinks thrown at them was somewhat common, but a couple of people were starting to take notice of what was going on.

Not that they had any idea what was coming. Or she.

The only reason Al and the other two guys were containing themselves were because I was. And even as I was tempted, the idea of wiping the smirk off her face - even if she hadn't really smirked at us - was too tempting to pass up. Having finally wiped my face off to some reasonable degree, I looked at her again.

"That was rude of me." I motioned to the waiter to buy us another round of drinks as I stepped closer to her. "I shouldn't have done that to you. After all, I don't even know your name." Another chuckle.

"I'm Richard. Do you know who I am?" An attempt to appeal to her vanity, as she seemed to be fairly full of herself.

 

[AnnieD]

It seemed that I took him by surprise. Good.

He deserved it, and I couldn't be more glad of having thrown a drink at anybody's face. I was surprised, a bit, over how calmly he was taking it all in. Maybe I felt a bit bad, due to the lack of reaction on his part. Though, slowly I thought that I saw something emerging from him. Some emotion, perhaps? Regardless, I simply stood there as finally he began to speak out:

"That was rude of me. I shouldn't have done that to you. After all, I don't even know your name."

"I'm Richard. Do you know who I am?"

"No." I replied simply, staring right into his eyes, almost as if I was entirely fearless. "I'm Ellie Smith, do you know who I am?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"No." she replied defiantly; I smirked slyly. She really did have no idea; not just another punk trying to make a name for herself. "I'm Ellie Smith, do you know who I am?"

"I think I do." I replied. "But I tend to be so ignorant of such things. Why don't you tell us over a drink or two?" I grabbed her arm and motioned towards the booth; not pulling just yet, although my grip on her arm was tight.

"Come on. It would be rude of you not to accept our apology, Ellie." I grinned, keeping a unyielding grip on her as Al and another guy close in subtly around her. We didn't want to block anyone's view of what was about to happen, of course; merely increase her fear and possible denial of what was coming.

Just when they were about to get right next to her, I held up my free arm. "Okay, okay." I 'relented, my grip loosening ever so slightly even as my guys stayed close. "We shouldn't be treating her like this, guys." My tone showed the last bit of mercy it would for a while as I let her arm fall to her side.

Which was only so I could grab the other one and wrench both of them behind her back, leaving her to try to squirm in front of me, in view of my gang mates.

 

[AnnieD]

"I think I do."

Oh good. Looks like my reputation really is soarin-

"But I tend to be so ignorant of such things. Why don't you tell us over a drink or two?"

And right when I was about to protest, I suddenly gasped as I felt my arm being roughly grabbed, or maybe yanked is the right term, as he bringing me towards the booth. Just what the hell was he doing?

"Come on. It would be rude of you not to accept our apology, Ellie."
"God what are you doing...let...go..." I said, as I began to struggled.

And I was surprised, to actually feel him let go. I simply sat there for a second, completely dumbfounded as he said

"We shouldn't be treating her like this, guys."

I let down any guard I had in that instant...and definitely paid for it. "Gah! What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, feeling him roughly grab both arms and painfully twist, as wrench them both behind my back. And so, his buddies laughed.

"Isn't anyone going to help me out?!"

No one lifted a finger.

Which was only so I could grab the other one and wrench both of them behind her back, leaving her to try to squirm in front of me, in view of my gang mates.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Gah! What are you doing?!"

I let the silence and my guys' leering looks speak for me, enjoying her struggles in my grasp as I half dragged back towards the booth.

"Isn't anyone going to help me out?!"

Just as I was going to pull to sit next to me, I stopped, grasping her wrists in one hand as I let the other one squeeze her jean covered ass freely. "Look around, Ellie." I let her eyes roam over the floor, where people were either oblivious or watching with less then noble interest. "Maybe you should be asking yourself why nobody's trying to play the white knight here." I let my free hand pull her shirt out of her jeans, coping a quick feel of her stomach.

"Oh, Al." I unbuckled her belt, pulling it out of her jeans with a flourish, before I twisted her around to push her against the table as our drinks arrived. "Maybe we should try groping that ass of hers without anything blocking you, hmm?" With my guys and several observers watching, I kept one hand in the small of her back as my free hand went back to the front of her jeans to unbutton and unzip them before I savagely tried to pull them down her legs.

 

[AnnieD]

"He's feeling me up!" I thought to myself in fear, as his hand grasped my backside "S-Stop! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I practically yelled, but it was no use!

"Look around, Ellie."

And I fell to silence, just for a moment.

"Maybe you should be asking yourself why nobody's trying to play the white knight here." he said, as I wordlessly allowed his hand to feel my fit stomach. God, he was right. No one was going to help me out! They were just going to ignore my pleads...

But I began to struggle again, a few times, as I felt him undo my belt and just...pull it off. Maybe he was getting fed up, or maybe he just liked torturing me, but in a moment I felt myself being painfully pushed against the table.

"Fuck!" I cried out, in humiliation.

"Oh, Al. Maybe we should try groping that ass of hers without anything blocking you, hmm?"

"W-Wait! Stop! What are you doing?" I cried out, as I felt his hand pull on my jeans. My hand did escape his grasp, somehow, but he quickly grabbed it again and more fiercely pulled on my jeans until my black, silk panties came into their view.

 

[Bevatoria]

"W-Wait! Stop! What are you doing?"

I pulled on her jeans, only managing to get them past her hips before I replied coldly. "Whatever I want to." She managed to get one hand out briefly but I was fast in grabbing it again; rewarding her strength by pushing her harder into the table as I renewed my mission to remove her of the burden of her jeans. I pulled hard again and managed to expose her fine ass and flimsy panties.

Well, not quite flimsy enough. I let her jeans linger at about her thighs for the moment, taking the opportunity to squeeze and molest her backside; running my hand up and down her crack, pulling the flimsly garment from side to side. "Nice taste." I could hear the crack as I slapped each side of her ass once again, enjoying watching the flesh jiggle as I hit it, drawing more jeers from the people watching.

I pulled her jeans down a bit more, down below her knees before I realized why I was having so much trouble: oh yeah, she has shoes on....I took the moment of thought to run my finger between her thighs, teasing her slit beneath her panties...

 

[AnnieD]

I needed to get out of here...I needed to...

God, what was he doing?

I simply squirmed as his hands squeezed my plump cheeks, running up and down the exposed skin, that is, until he began to pull of the material and let it slap me.

"Nice taste."
"Stop it!" I cried out in humiliation, as I felt my flesh jiggle at every slap his hand made..."Ah!" I groaned out, as he hit my backside. My eyes could only gaze, seeing people stare at me, before going to the table again.

"I don't deserve this!" I cried out.

 

[Bevatoria]

I wasn't thinking about how many people were watching as I hit her ass one more time.

"Ah!" she groaned out, squirming against the table and my grip. I motioned Al over as I didn't want to give her any chance of escape as he eagerly took grabbed her jeans.

"I don't deserve this!" she pleaded. Her reward was for me to grab her hair, pulling her face closer to mine as Al pulled her jeans off of her legs, taking care to leave her heels perfectly in place; leaving her wearing only her panties below her waist as I growled into her ear.

"You should've thought about that before you threw a drink in my face. Want to apologize now?" I pulled her beside me, letting her face the crowd that was ogling her bare legs and flimsly panties as she replied. My grip on her hair relented, but not the hand on her wrists.

"I don't believe you." I replied, yanking her underwear upwards; creating a thong. "What do you think Al?" I didn't know or care where he'd taken her jeans to as he replied.

"No." He leaned in and stole a grope of her ass as I held her. "She hasn't been humbled enough yet." I only held her arms tighter behind her as Al's hands started to pull her top up her torso; not getting very far before I stopped him.

"You're doing it wrong, Al." I motioned to the neckline. "Tear it off of her."

 

[AnnieD]

Her reward was for me to grab her hair, pulling her face closer to mine as Al pulled her jeans off of her legs, taking care to leave her heels perfectly in place; leaving her wearing only her panties below her waist as I growled into her ear.

"AH!" I cried out as he yanked on my hair and pulled my face so close to his, just as somebody else began to finish with my jeans. I wordlessly stared at him, my eyes perhaps showing, for the first time, traces of fear. In a moment, I did feel the air going to my bare legs, now that I was more exposed...

"You should've thought about that before you threw a drink in my face. Want to apologize now?"

"I-I'm sorry!" I said, as he turned me to the crowd "Please forgive me!"

"I don't believe you."

He swiftly yanked on my silk panties as I groaned "Oh god!", feeling the material wedge between my cheeks.

"What do you think Al?"

"Please Al...Please...." I pleaded, only hearing one single:

"No. She hasn't been humbled enough yet." before feeling his rough hand squeeze one cheek, that is, before going to my top as he attempted to pull it off.

"You're doing it wrong, Al. Tear it off of her."

"N-No no no, don't!"

RIIIIIIIP​

And so, even I could see as my breasts practically bounced out of my top, in the thin fabric of my black bra. The whole room began to watch, as I was held together by two men, wearing now nothing but a black bra, black panties and my heels...

 

[Bevatoria]

Al's hands went to her shirt just as she started to plea. "N-No no no, don't!" But things had been put in motion now, and he grabbed fervrently at the garment; two strong hands starting at the neckline, pulling out from her body.

"Take it off! Take it off!" cheered a couple of guys nearby, but I coldly kept her in place as the shirt started to rip, and Al's hands clawed at the fabric as he lost his grip briefly, the small cut becoming a tear as he finally split it down the middle of her body. But that wasn't enough as he pulled it out from her; light bruises appearing on her arms where the sleeves pulled away from her. But eventually, Al pulled Ellie's shirt completely off of her, tossing the now useless rag aside.

I grinned as her chest heaved, the air of the club now over most of her body as I began freely running my hands up and down her toned stomach; squeezing her breasts through her bra while Al contented himself with seeing what was under her panties. I wasn't holding her anymore, but I felt I was quick enough to react if she tried to react.

Oh. And Al had grabbed her hair, squeezing it. Nice touch.

"Want to apologize now?" I whispered, as I 'accidentally' slipped a bra strap down her shoulder...

 

[AnnieD]

Oh fuck, oh fuck...

I gasped, feeling (and seeing) two hands now at my breasts, trying to cover as much surface as they could while just squeezing. I helplessly stared at the crowd, not saying a word anymore and his hands just...squeezed my hefty orbs. I was being molested, and there was not a damn thing that I could do about it anymore.

Wait, where was Al...

"Fuck!" I cried, feeling a hand grab and squeeze a chunk of my hair.

"Want to apologize now?" a voice whispered, sending a chill down my spine.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I whimpered.

 

[Bevatoria]

Al seemed to pull a little harder on her as she spoke. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He yanked her head around a bit, toying with her which drew more lustful taunts from the assembled crowd; we'd gotten quite an audience by that point, the vast majority guys who were no longer content to ogle the girls on the dance floor, even if some of them were wearing less then her. That wouldn't last, I knew.

"Sorry, Ellie, but I have to make sure you're sincere...." Al let go of her hair, gently squeezing her cheeks. I took in the crowd myself, enjoying the power I now held over her, and them, the spell in the room intoxicating with the bass line. "What do you guys think she should lose next?" I shouted. "Bra?" Even through the noise of the club, the hoots of approval, the vast majority male, as I held her breasts out for approval.

"Or panties?" If it were possible, the cheers got louder, and I went back and forth. "Bra? Or panties?" The shame on her cheeks was so intoxicating, and I leaned into her while many other filthy suggestions got shouted down on us. "Don't worry, Ellie, I won't listen to them."

Granted, if she knew what I had in mind, she might wish I had...

 

[AnnieD]

"Sorry, Ellie, but I have to make sure you're sincere...."

And thankfully, I felt his hand leave my hair...but then I squirmed, feeling both hands squeezing my cheeks. I simply stood there as he continued, looking the crowd as, whom I assumed to be the leader, spoke out, yelling:

"What do you guys think she should lose next?"

My eyes widened.

"Bra? Or panties?"

Oh god no, please no. No, I couldn't...Not in front of so many people... And so, as if he was listening to my prayers, I heard the ring leader say:

"Don't worry, Ellie, I won't listen to them."

"Oh thank you!" I said, nearly crying "Thank you!"

 

[Bevatoria]

"Oh thank you!" she gasped, crying out. "Thank you!"

Al had to bite his tongue to keep the smirk off of his lips, as I slowly ran my hands down her shoulders and arms. The hooting and hollering persisted, but I waited it out, calmly squeezing her wrists and hands in mine, enjoying what parts of her body I could see until finally the crowd's noise was indiscernible from the music of the club, giving me what I wanted; a captive audience.

Not on her, although they were watching what I was doing to her. But to me. I squeezed roughly at her left breast under her bra, rolling and punishing the nipple under it as I spoke, only to her.

"There's no reason to draw it out, after all." My right hand came out now to more rudely fondle her other breast, as my left teased the back clasp of her bra, hinting at what was about to happen. "After all...." I looked back at Al as I breathed into her ear. "There's no reason I have to choose?, right"

"I said I knew who you were, Ellie." I hissed at her. "You're the girl who's going to get stripped naked in front of a crowd and taken however we please."

With that, I undid the catch behind her bra, letting it come open as my hands encircled both of her breasts, rolling her nipples in between my fingers, pushing the cups out from her chest while Al didn't even bother with subtetly as he ripped her panties from her body; the material snapping and flying to who knows where. I pulled the bra roughly off of her body, taking more care to keep it nearby as I let her take in her predicament for a moment before I slapped her face.

"Arms at your side, Ellie."

 

[AnnieD]

God! I winced as he squeezed at my breast, with his hand now under my bra, given the unexpected assault. I mean, I supposed that he was going to let me go? Why was he continuing with this fondling? A soft whimper escaped my lips, as he rolled my nipple, saying coldly into my ear:


"There's no reason to draw it out, after all...there's no reason I have to choose?, right"

"God! Stop!" I cried out, as his hand began to become a little more...rough on my breasts.

"I said I knew who you were, Ellie. You're the girl who's going to get stripped naked in front of a crowd and taken however we please."

I squirmed as he began to undo my bra, letting it come off as his hands held proudly my breasts in front of everyone. My hips moved slightly back and forth, as I protests incoherently, as he rolled my nipples (which unknowing to him, were incredibly sensitive). I didn't even notice Al - that is, until I heard the crowd cheer as my shaven pussy came into view for him to see. God no, they couldn't do this...No...

A sharp slap broke me out of my thoughts.

"Arms at your side, Ellie."

"Please don't do this..." I repeated, as I obediently followed his command. "I'll do anything. I-I can pay you. Please..."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Please don't do this..." she replied meekly, her hand limply falling to her sides. "I'll do anything. I-I can pay you. Please..."

As I rolled her nipples in my hands, getting behind her and pulling her nude body into mine, putting a show on for the people watching, I laughed; one of the other guys was already making a show of going through her purse for valuables and cash, as if taking her clothes away wasn't enough. I pulled her hair so she could see it happening.

"Looks like you will be paying us. And why would you want me to stop?" I squeezed a breast harshly, the flesh spilling through my hand as I slapped her again. "You said you'd do anything...and you will." I kneed her thighs apart, briefly teasing her shaved sex. "And they'll all watch."

"Give me her belt." I said to Al; it was a frilly white little thing, but still sturdy enough for what I wanted to do. She was consenting to anything, and I wanted her to struggle. I let Al pull her arms behind her back as I used her belt to tie them together at the wrists; it'd probably ruin the belt but I didn't really care as I tied the makeshift bindings as hard as I could; definitely more then necessary.

After I was satisfied, I stepped back to admire my work; seeing her bound, naked, wearing nothing but her heels in the middle of our club. The fear rolling off of her was intoxicating....