Out Of Order
It's late at night at a trendy high-class club. The music is blaring and everyone's working up a sweat on the dance floor. With all the roving hands and furtive glances between the guys and girls, the women are happy to slip to the toilets now and then for a gab and a chance to touch up their make-up. This special female-only area of the club gives women a chance to unwind and really express how they feel.
“Sue?” the music blares too loudly for her to be sure, so she heads further away from the dance floor, “Sue. Hey, isn’t Simon supposed to be with you tonight?”
She listens to her sister’s response with interest.
“He told you that?”
“Oh he’s definitely not out with his friends …”
“Because he’s here with some random girl”
“I told you he was a bastard; you never listen to me!” “Don’t give me that… he’s Simon fucking Brooker; he’s got a reputation for being an arse.”
“Hello? Hello?” She’s hung up. Some people just can’t handle the truth.
“Did I hear the name Simon Brooker?”
“Yeah… You know him?”
“Ripped off my best friend.”
“Bastard…”
“…he’s just fucked my sister over.”
Alice's friend Rose enters the room.
“Just need the mirror,” she tells Charlotte the toilet attendant.
“Hey Rose.” “Hey,” replies Rose. “His name gets around as well…”
“… I don’t understand how he gets away with it?” Alice continues
Mel takes a stick of gum from Charlotte’s selection of goodies and hands her over a pound.
She turns to the girls smelling a good gossip.
“Who’s that?” replies Rose.
“Simon Brooker,” replies Alice.
“You telling me that fraud is back in town?”
“Shit – he screwed over your friend didn't he … ?”
“It was ... Anna – right?”
“Started with her; then moved his way through half my friends…”
“even tried it on with me too!”
“The guy is such a creep, I tried warning my sister."
Alice nods her head in agreement. This jerk's name keeps popping up.
“Such a smarmy wanker,” Rose declares.
The door swings open suddenly.
Alice gasps as in walks Simon Brooker with her old mate Leah.
They burst into the centre of the room barely able to keep their passion under control. Mel is furious seeing her sister's supposed boyfriend acting like a dog on heat in front of her.
Shamelessly they suck face, groping each other wildly, seemingly unaware of the disapproving stares from all corners of the room.
“Can you believe this fucker?” asks Rose.
“This is just so out of order!” exclaims Mel.
“Excuse me…” calls out Charlotte who’s seen enough.
The horny couple ignore her and head into the vacant stall completely bypassing the queue.
“Hey, there’s a queue here and it’s one person at a time.”
Ignoring the attendant the couple engage in some more serious snogging and edge ever closer to the cubicle.
Leah leads Simon into the toilet but Charlotte’s not budging; it’s more than her jobs worth to let this sort of thing go on her watch. She grabs Simon’s shoulder.
“Push off love.”
“Get out or I’ll call security,” threatens Charlotte.
“Alright love, how much to shut you up.”
“What?” says Charlotte.
Simon reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.
Simon thinks of Charlotte as the lowest of the low. A toilet attendant – what kind of fucking job is that. She's bound to be desperate for cash.
“How does fifty sound?”
Charlotte’s pretty strapped for cash at the moment and fifty would certainly help. It may not be a great deal of money but more than she can afford to turn down.
He makes a big show of flicking through his wallet showing off his cards and his cash.
He hands it over ...
And then laughs in Charlotte’s face.
“50 pence…” he laughs.
Simon and Leah rush into the toilet leaving Charlotte fuming and the rest of the women appalled with what they just witnessed.
“What did I tell you? The guy is such a total wanker. Point proven,” says Rose.
Leah hesitates in the doorway smiling cruelly.
Charlotte catches her glance and is infuriated further and heads towards the exit fuming. "Oh, no. You're not getting away with that," she pledges.
Had Charlotte looked for only a split second longer she’d have seen Leah give a wink...
... and then a wry smile.
The women stare in amazement as the cubicle door shuts.
Simon Brooker has seduced or tricked them all. Yet, there goes another innocent girl bound to have her heart broken and her reputation trashed. Something should be done.
Love rat Simon has waltzed in off the dance floor with yet another conquest in tow. He thinks he's in for the night of his life. And he might just be right - this is one night he'll never forget.
Simon and Leah continue making out and aren’t shy about how much noise they make.
The sound of smacking lips and moans echo around the small tiled club toilet.
The cubicle next to them becomes available. Alice has an idea…
She races to the door barging across the girl next in the queue, “Sorry”, she whispers “… emergency?”
Alice offers to let the girl use the cubicle too but she’s not that bothered, there’s another toilet downstairs, she’ll go there instead.
Mel and Rose head into the stall on the other side of the cavorting couple, it looks like the performance is about to begin.
“I think you’d better go down,” she says coarsely, “it’s time to clean the curtains…”
Alice gasps as Leah shoves Simon down to her crotch.
Mel tries to suppress a giggle as the scene below her unfolds, he looks so ludicrous bobbing around under the folds of Leah’s dress.
Leah moans as his tongue flicks across her clitoris.
She sighs as he writhes beneath her - her sighs encouraging him further.
Simon hears the effect he’s having on her. “This should be worth a blow job or maybe even one up the gary,” he thinks.
Suddenly Leah appears to become detached from the situation and looks up towards the watching girls, still faking the moaning and sighing as she does so.
Without uttering a word Leah lets them know that things ain’t quite what they seem.
She pushes him away from her pussy. In his arrogance he assumes he’s made her come already and now it's his turn.
She pulls him up to face her.
They can see that Leah’s definitely in charge of this situation and has the dickhead they all have learned to despise just where she wants him.
Leah unbuttons his shirt. “Easy now; that’s an expensive shirt.” Leah stops, not because he protests but because there’s something else she needs to do first.
She opens her purse and feels inside.
“G?”
“I love G!” declares Simon.
“Oh yeah, this is the stuff.”
“Marvelous – now you…”
But Leah shakes her head and puts the small jar back into her bag.
“I’d like to stay sober for this…” she informs him.
“… now let’s get those buttons undone.”
He’s ready for her to unbutton his shirt now, providing she’s careful given this one set him back a few quid.
Leah’s no intention of being careful and rips the shirt open.
“Bitch!”
After that this girl had better put out. Simon decides it’s time to get what he came here for.
Effortlessly Leah pushes him away.
She reaches down and undoes his belt.
Simon tingles in anticipation of the blow job he’s certain he’s about to receive.
She flings his belt over the cubicle door where it lands with a crash in one of the sinks.
“Hey!” he protests feebily.
“Take it all off…” she orders.
Obediently he unbuttons his trousers.
Leah gives a conspiratorial glance upwards.
The women are intrigued and excited but still none-the-wiser as to what the girl below them has in mind.
Simon slips his trousers down…
… giving all four women a good eyeful of his cock and balls.
He steps out of his shorts and now stands entirely naked and far more exposed than he realises.
“Shall we?” he smarms.
His cock twitching at the thought of some action.
He leans into Leah expecting this to be the start of some hot fucking.
She keeps him at arms length, not allowing him to get any closer.
“Come on I’m ready to go.”
He looks down at her tits and imagines himself covering them in cum after she wanks and sucks him off before bending over so he can fuck her from behind.
He absently plays with his cock getting it ready for action.
“Come on love, you know you want to…” he urges.
His cock swells...
….to the delight of his unseen audience.
“Not here…” she whispers.
“What are you up to?” asks Simon.
She smiles at him, ”Let’s go out there,” she says.
“You kidding?”
Simon is coolly confident about his new hook-up from the dance floor. He thinks chicks like this are a dime a dozen, easy lays that he can give a drug-fuelled hard screw and then toss aside. He's had half the women in this club and now that he's broken them in he wouldn't touch them again and he certainly wouldn't let them touch him either.
“I can’t hear anything. Let me take a look.” Simon is really digging this chick, she’s so … dangerous.
“Go on then you crazy bitch. Do what you got to do. As long as I get my fucking rocks off at the end of it, that’s all that matters” he thinks.
She opens the door slightly and makes a real show of checking that the place is empty.
“See, no one there.”
She leads him into the center of the room while Mel, Alice and Rose quietly close the doors and duck down to avoid being seen.
A quick glance around to make sure they truly are alone and then Simon notices himself in the mirror.
“Fuck yeah, I’m gorgeous. No wonder I get so much pussy,” he thinks to himself.
“Irresistable,” he thinks. Leah looks on at the oaf preening and posing.
His balls feel full and heavy. He can't wait to pump her full.
“Time to bring this prick back down to earth,” she thinks.
Simon steps into the light getting a better look at himself.
She picks up his boxers from the floor and begins to tear.
“Hey!” snaps Simon.
“Shhhh, this’ll be worth the price of some new pants…”
“Just wait and see.”
She runs her hands over his body circling him slowly.
He just wishes that she’d get on with it.
“This is where it gets interesting…” she teases.
She pulls his underwear over his head. “What the … what are you up to?”
“Just having a bit of fun,” she replies.
He tries to grab her but she's too quick and evades him easily.
“Oh I get it,” he thinks, “a little game of cat and mouse… but when I get you – you are so going to get it.”
Leah stealthily pushes the doors to the cubicles open, beckoning the girls to come out and join the fun.
“Shhhh,” she urges them, mouthing the words, “don’t let him know you’re here.”
Leah reaches out and runs her fingertips down his back…
… then lets her hand drift up his thigh brushing against his sensitive cock.
She presses her body into his and then …
…signals to the others that he’s fair game and they can help themselves.
Mel’s a little shy, the guy just fucked over her sister to be fair so she backs away. Let someone else have the first bite of the apple.
Alice looks down at his naked ass and is getting the urge to reach down and give a good hard slap.
Simon turns one way and then the next trying to gauge where Leah might be.
“Smack!”
“Hey!” he yells while the women try desperately not to laugh out loud.
“Just teasing you,” says Leah, “Is the G starting starting to kick in?”
“Yeah,” he replies working out where she’s standing from her voice. She moves quickly to avoid his grasp.
“Have some more,” she insists, pouring more of the liquid into his mouth.
Simon looks a little unsteady on his feet a sight which delights the women.
Alice takes great pleasure in mimicking his unsteadiness.
Again Alice is the first to grasp the nettle, dragging her nails across his chest.
He turns to grab her, still thinking it’s just him and Leah, but he misses.
Leah beckons Rose to try out their new plaything.
She grabs him side on, nearly knocking him over as he’s so off balance, and drags her nails down his chest.
“Oh Leah, yeah!” he gasps as Rose’s nails trail down his stomach.
Rose isn’t finished she goes straight for his cock and balls.
She pulls them sharply.
“Ow!” he winces.
She then roughly yanks him around by his cock… making him turn on the spot.
She tugs and squeezes him as she moves around him. Simon doesn’t know if he’s coming or going.
Simon’s not quite keeping up with her pace and her latest tug is a little too strong for comfort.
“Hey!” he bellows.
The women struggle to contain their laughter ....
Simon is used to being the centre of attention, but not in this way! The naked stud is surrounded by women he’s mistreated in the past yet he still has no idea he is fully naked before them all and vulnerable to their vengeful sexual desires.
Simon flails around trying to grab hold of Leah.
The girls laugh as he foolishly flounders.
Alice scrapes her nails down his chest.
Mel runs her hands across his chest but lingers too long. Simon makes a grab for her.
“Got you!”
He presses up against her causing Mel to panic, worrying they'll be caught out. She looks to the other girls for help.
Leah steps in. “Ha ha. Let me go for a second and you’re in for a treat…”
He lets go and grins inanely to himself.
He sways foolishly in the center of the room waiting for Leah to return with his treat.
Leah goes to the sink and retrieves a whistle on string.
Simon wishes she'd hurry up and do what she's got to do. This kind of foreplay is alright up to a point but she'd better get his rocks off soon.
Time for my treat?” he asks.
Leah runs her hand down his back. “Oh yes.”
She pulls his arms together behind his back.
And binds them with the whistle.
“What are you up to?” he cries, suddenly feeling slightly out of it and extremely vunerable.
“Just getting you more comfortable,” she replies.
Then without warning she gives his arse an almighty slap.
“Ahhhh!”
The women feel empowered watching this weasel of a man being smacked like the naughty boy he is.
“Ahhhh, not so hard. That hurts.”
Disorientated, dizzy and and dazed, Simon tumbles to the ground.
He lies on the cold floor, the world seemingly swimming around his head.
Rose gives him a nudge, this’ll be no fun if he passes out.
“This G,” he utters with a real effort, “is really rough.”
Alice gives the creep a gentle tap, but he hardly responds.
Stamping on his cock might rouse him. “Aaaahh,” he whines…
…as she twists the heel into the shaft of his penis.
Mel regains her boldness and rams her foot into his balls.
Simon squeals in agony, his tender cock and balls throbbing.
Rose wants a piece of this fucker.
She presses the heel hard into his dick …
“Stop, please stop,” he begs.
The women are pissing themselves laughing at the sorry sight before them.
Leah hauls him to his feet. She’s not finished just yet.
The women grab at him, pawing his body. Simon can barely stand, the drugs really kicking in now.
“Who’s that?” he asks.
“What’s going on?”
The women maul him, scraping their nails against his tender exposed flesh.
“You’re a thieving, two timing bastard Simon.”
“You know that?”
Rose bends down and digs her nails hard into his exposed penis.
Alice squawks with delight to see Simon “tosser” Brooker reduced to a whimpering wreck.
Mel digs her long nails across his chest and into his nipple. ”Aahh, please stop …”
“All yours.” She shoves him towards Leah who knows just what she wants to do next.
Leah and Rose and take an arm each and shove Simon stumbling backwards.
They direct him to sit on a radiator. TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS – his arse smoulders on the hot metal.
They hold him down, the heat and pain eating into him.
He tries to struggle but it’s no good, they’re too strong and he’s too far gone to truly put up any resistance.
Rose reaches for the blindfold. It’s time the slimy prick knew who was behind his predicament.
“Remember me?” she asks angrily.
He looks her up and down before replying. “No …”
“You’ve hurt a lot of people Simon,” states Leah.
“And now Simon… it’s payback time!”
Simon thought that by now he'd be shagging his latest conquest senseless. He never in his wildest dreams expected events to turn against him in such a dramatic fashion. What had started as a promise of a quickie in the ladies is now turning into the worse nightmare of Simon's life. So far.
Simon tries to protest against his treatment at the hands of the women. “No…” he slurs weakly.
“You’re going to get a taste of your own medicine,” says Rose.
“It’s no more than you deserve.”
Simon struggles against them but is held back easily…
and pushed back into place.
His head lolls to one side, the drugs clearly taking effect fully.
“What’s up Simon… ?” chides Alice.
“…going to let a couple of girls beat you?” At the sound of her taunting he struggles but to no avail.
The women take this opportunity to fully survey his naked body.
Mel helps Simon back onto his feet, “His drugs must have kicked in. And I thought this was going to be difficult …”
Rose spins the man around as if he were a rag doll.
The girls shriek outrageously as they see the marks made by the hot radiator.
Mel’s not so sure if this is funny. “Come on; join in,” encourages Alice. “I don’t know …” replies Mel.
“Think about what he did to your sister…”
“He deserves a little payback.”
“He does, doesn’t he?”
“He really does.”
She lets the anger over the way he mistreated her sister rise within her. She wants him to feel exactly how pissed off she is.
She swings her hand violently at his fully exposed burned arse.
She makes contact with a crisp smack.
“Aaaaaaaagh!” he screams.
Leah woops with delight, “again, again!”
The women's adrenaline is pumping as they gang up and taunt the naked smug fucker.
She plants another heavy whack against his buttocks.
He screams again, the pain almost too much to bear.
His arse sore beyond belief.
The women's laughter is ringing in his ears as the shame is piled on.
She expertly smacks right where it’s most tender.
He squeals and twists not wanting to be struck again.
Mel looks down at his cock. The cock her sister had so enthused about.
“I’d heard he had a good sized dick; I’m a little let down…”
She bends down to the object in question and gives it a hard flick.
Simon recoils from her flick …
…and sways uneasily. Alice checks out his cock, not half as impressive as she’d heard either.
Simon is covered in shame and has no way to cover his manhood from their ridicule.
Mel gives him another flick; a little harder this time.
“Owwwwww!” he moans, falling back against the hot radiator, “Ow!”
Leah reaches for his cock.
She runs her fingers around his balls eliciting an instant response.
Skillfully she pulls his penis.
The women find this hilarious seeing this man having all control taken away from him.
The events are taking a dream like quality for drugged up Simon. But this is no dream for Simon, this is his worst nightmare.
But this is no dream for Simon, this is fast becoming his worst nightmare.
“He’s so out of it …”
“I bet he really wants to come though.”
She walks behind him and unties his wrists.
She pulls his hands in front of him ….
And pushes them towards his expectant cock.
“Go on, you wanker…”
Without even plotting out what they were going to do, the gang of women have expertly rendered the philandering stud of this club completely naked. They are ravenous and unwilling to let him escape for anything now that he’s cornered, drugged and helpless. It’s only fitting that someone so revered and desired should fall so spectacularly quickly to the depths of such a sexually degrading state.
“Come on you hunky great toss-pot, let’s see you wank that thing!”
He's drugged, but piercingly aware of the women all around him and his nudity.
Cock firmly in his hands he sets about showing these women what a red hot wanker he is.
He thinks how disgusting it is, cornered naked in the women's loo while they get wet watching him stroke himself like a filthy pervert.
The women's laughter echoes around the small bare room - their own personal toilet wank slave.
Driven into a frenzy of sexual excitement having ganged up on him together and seeing the horny hairy fucker naked, the women stroke and encourage him. They want nothing more than to see this deceitful bastard lose control and shoot his load.
Mel scrapes her hand across his nipple.
Alice tweaks his other nipple firmly piling on his sense of degredation.
He rocks his hips back and forth fucking his hand feeling with every inch of his bare skin what a dirty fucker he is.
He thinks he’s the fittest fucker to have ever walked the planet. A genuine fanny-magnet. He’s so caught up in himself he doesn’t hear the door open.
“Ladies. Security is on the way …”
“… to chuck them out…” her words drop away as she takes in the sight before her.
The ladies are worried what’s going to happen next. Will they all get chucked out?
“What are you doing?”
“Oh!” says Alice defensively, “We’re not going to fuck him.”
“Well .. can I?”
The girls can hardly believe their ears.
Charlotte reaches to the counter and grabs the pink lolly.
“What have you got there?”
“Turn him over …” she says hungrily.
Leah pushes him forward.
He’s shoved onto his knees completely disoriented.
Charlotte squirts something on the lolly and...
peers at his tight pink arsehole...
…prying his cheeks apart …
... directs the instrument at his hole.
She rams it in wrenching his virgin hole open.
Simon hisses in pain, an agonizing sensation felt throughout his body that he's never experienced before.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah,” squeals Simon.
Charlotte slides and twists the confectionary in and out of him drawing gasps and laughter from the ladies …
… and screams and tears from Simon. The women are excited seeing how his entire body blushes from the pain and strain.
Powerfully she fucks him.
The women eagerly run their hands over the stallion's body as he's brutally fucked.
Pushing the the hard candy deeper into him.
Simon’s world is on its head. The pain, and humiliation growing by the second. He knows he’ll never be able to show his face around here again.
Charlottes twists the lolly like a corkscrew amidst the wild screams of encouragement from the women.
His perfect little arse totally destroyed from the humiliation they've delivered to him.
“Stop, stop,” he whimpers, but there’s no stopping Charlotte. She’s had it with creeps like him and he’s paying for every cocky jack-the-lad who ever crossed her.
The women delight in seeing Simon being fucked like this. This is way better revenge than Leah could have ever contemplated when she first led him into the cubicle.
Alice taunts the ridiculous man as he involuntarily thrusts back and forth in time with Charlotte’s fucking rhythm.
There’s a strange popping sound. The women turn to Charlotte for an explanation. “What was that?” asks Mel.
“Oops!” laughs Charlotte looking at the broken lolly
As the realisation of where the rest of the lolly is dawns on them the women shriek with laughter compounding Simon's abject misery.
The women grow incredibly excited seeing this masculine handsome playboy being fucked in front of them that they can’t help wanting to get in on the action. His tender arsehole looks so inviting spread before them while he moans piteously. Yet, the dazed punished stud is unable to resist, surrounded by the women and pinned to the floor naked – exactly where the women want him.
The ladies giggle incessantly about the loss of the lolly to Simon’s rectum.
“Ooh,” says Alice with curiousity, “Can you see it?”
Rose taps her long red nails together. "Perhaps..."
“... I can try and get it out…”
She raises her middle finger as indication of what she has in mind.
Still slightly out of it, Simon has no idea what’s coming.
Alice pulls on his arse cheek giving Rose a clearer target.
Rose lines up her finger…
She pushes against his resistant hole.
And pushes her finger in…
…deeper
Leah looks on enraptured at the sight of this man she brought in to this washroom on the end of a far greater humiliation than she’d thought possible. Collectively and unplanned these women have known just what to do.
Simon whimpers weakly as Rose reaches into his arse probing deeply.
She stimulates the unwiling man plunging her finger in and out.
“Ugh!” Simon screams…. "It doesn't seem to be coming out, does it? asks Rose.
The women watch closely turned on by the sight of this fit proud man getting finger fucked like a horny bitch.
“No it doesn’t … ? Are you sure you’re not shoving it in deeper.”
“One last try,” says Rose.
“There it is…I can feel it….just…;” feeling the candy getting away from her she concedes, “you’re probably right!”
“Maybe you need two fingers,” suggests Alice.
Rose teases an opening…
The women giggle excitedly seeing his arsehole really being pried open.
The women pulls his arse cheeks apart from either side so she can slide in as deeply as possible.
“Christ!”
“Hold on,” says Rose, “I think I’ve got it.”
She twists her fingers, sliding them in and out, screwing his tender arsehole for the first time.
“No, it’s just not happening.”
“Oh well, at least you tried.”
She teases his hole, slowly sliding her fingers out.
Rose yanks her fingers out of his ass causing the unwilling participant immense pain.
Sweat is pouring down his face as he's strained to his limit and completely humiliated being fucked in front of all these women. It was only just a short while ago that they all looked at him admiringly and now he's been reduced to their naked sex toy trembling on the toilet floor.
Only a short time ago, Simon considered himself a prime catch and thought women did nothing but idolise him. But through the course of this traumatising, mind-blowing session in the women’s toilet he’s begun to understand that women don’t really value him. They only want to use his body and toss him aside. He’s really nothing more than a sex-toy, a manly slut who thought he could play all these women – when really they’ve been playing him.
The women hoist the fucked-up lothario to his feet. His erect penis bouncing up between his legs.
Mel’s the first to notice how much he seems to have enjoyed his anal invasion. “He’s still hard. He must be like having that big thing up him."
“Don’t worry Simon dear…” says Leah tenderly.
“.It’ll melt up your arse. Eventually!” “After a few days!” adds Mel.
“Urgh!” spits Charlotte to whoops of laughter.
Leah places Simon’s hands on his cock.
“Unless you want us to shove another one up there … you can wank, instructs Mel authoritatively.
Simon looks at her, engulfed in shame he knows that he has no option but to do as she says.
Fighting back tears he begins pulling on his cock.
The woman take in the full sight of him, this big hairy man that all the women go nuts over abusing his cock shamefully before them.
“What a pathetic tosser,” jibes Leah.
Simon feels the words coating him with shame, the ridicule making him even more aware of how naked and exposed he is.
Alice joins in the barracking. “Hey, it’s grown half an inch,” she declares.
“You mean it’s doubled in size,” replies Rose sharply.
Simon can feel their eyes staring at his cock, scrutinizing him.
He's always felt like such a big man, but he is in fact just a sexual toy for these women.
A thought crosses Roses’ mind, “We should bring him around and make him peform for every woman he's screwed over.”
“Toss his sorry cock off for them one at a time. He'll spend years going door to door making amends with the amount of women he's taken advantage of.”
The circle close for a better view as they see Simon get into his stride.
They can sense now a change in him, that he’s doing this for them.
They grin at each other acknowledging their triumph.
He pumps his cock knowing full well that these women will spread the news about his toilet wank to all his friends and everyone in the club.
Everyone will know about the pathetic wanking man in the ladies loo.
The first drops of cum spurt from his big hard cock.
The women gasp and grin wide seeing the flow of spunk shooting from his dick.
The women delight as his spray splatters impressively against the washroom floor.
“Oh that is … disgusting!” says Alice, “He’s made a mess everywhere!”
“I’m not cleaning that up,” insists Charlotte, flinging a cloth at him, “He should do it!”
He stares down at the rag confused. They’d wanted him to wank for them and now he’s disgusting?
Viciously Leah sends him spralling across the floor.
Rose and Mel jointly kick him back into the centre of the room.
He realizes how low he's really fallen. Crawling over the toilet room floor naked mopping up his spunk with his arse throbbing in pain and his cock still leaking cum.
His arse smarts from all the pain its taken and he knows he's going to feel it for weeks.
“My sister ought to see what he’s really like,” says Mel grabbing her phone and firing off a few shots.
“I’d like this for posterity,” laughs Leah.
“or should that be posteerity!”
The women cackle cruelly around him.
“Now,” says Rose, “the floor’s clean. But what about him?”
She grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him roughly to his feet.
Simon is forcibly marched across the floor by his hair...
… and shoved into the vacant cubicle.
Rose pushes his head into the bowl. “No, please…” he splutters, his face partially submerged in the acrid toilet water as she pulls the flush.
Compounding his misery Rose slams the toilet seat down over his head. He breathes in the sharp smell of the dozens and dozens of women who have used this toilet over the evening.
The women howl at this weak man, who so very recently considered himself something of a Casanova. Now look at him.
Distracted by the sight of this foolish looking man none of the women notice that the door behind them has opened.
“You shouldn’t be in here!” she bellows.
The women stand aside to let the security guards do their job, exposing Simon’s sore and violated arse to all.
The security women scowl and charge towards him. "Another pervert..."
They seize him and roughly bring him to his feet.
Simon is grabbed unceremoniously and frog-marched towards the door.
The gang of women chuckle as he's dragged past.
As he’s dragged past Mel, she hollers, “ Stop! Wait a second …”
“This is it”, thinks Simon, his spirit rising, “a reprieve.” He thinks he could sense a real connection between them earlier.
She stares into his eyes. He’s certain now she’s going to help him.
And then she lets him have it. Thwack! Slapping him hard full across his face.
“Ow!” he moans, rubbing his aching face.
The security guards have had enough of this joker and lead him away, while the women fall about laughing.
"No!" he cries as the women wrestle him still fully naked out the door!
They congregate outside of the toilets to watch Simon being led away.
“Get off … all a misunderstanding ... my clothes …” he mumbles trying to protest but still too fucked from the drugs he took earlier.
He fights to hold back the tears. The only thing more shameful than being led naked through a club is becoming a weaping, trembling wreck.
“Bye Simon! Nice seeing you again!”
Simon is led through one of the dancefloors to the sound of wolf whistles all round.
And led up the stairs …
Women laugh and point as he passes by and is thrust towards the door and the cold street without a stitch on his body.
“You’re never coming back in here again mate! Now fuck off!” Expelled from the glamorous nightclub that is now heaving with excited, laughing women eagerly texting pictures of the fallen stripped stud to all their friends who will quickly circulate the photos onto blogs and social networking sites, he is tossed naked onto the street without any means to get home and no one to help him.
