6 comments/ 25536 views/ 19 favorites Foam Party Foible By: watcher19 *This story is a work of fiction. Do not touch anyone without their permission, and if you see someone being victimized, report it immediately.* A while back, I was in a relatively trendy establishment during the October season, where Halloween parties were all the rage. People came in costumes, and ladies were wearing "sexy ______" outfits constantly. Sexy nurses, sexy cartoon characters, sexy cats, you name it. Tits and asses as far as the eye could see. However, it's not quite a groper's paradise; it's crowded on the dance floor, but there's still a lot of space per person. Unless you're passing somebody and brush their tit or backhand their ass, then slink off, you're probably gonna get caught out. So, as per usual, I was watching the spectacle with a beer in hand, none too excited to get into the mix. Dancing is fun to watch, but isn't my thing. A lot of folks were chatting, and as I said before, there was plenty of eye candy. I'm on an upper level where there's a lot of booths and places to sit, watching the dance-floor from above with a few other folks nearby. Most of the people on the upper level are either drinking or getting their stuff to leave; the action is on the dance floor. I noticed a girl who was very relevant to my interests. She had pigtails, and her hair was dyed half black and half red. She was a white girl with fairly pale skin, and was clearly dressed as Harley Quinn, so I'll call her Harley. She looked like she was around around 21, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was 19 and sporting a fake I.D. to drink. She had on a black, sleeveless shirt that fit tight around her neck, but most interesting was the chest. She had an oval of fabric cut out to show off her cleavage; a boob window, like on Power Girl's costume. Her tits were pretty sizable; small Ds or big Cs. Being a man who likes a decent chest, it was fun watching her dance around. She had a slim waist, wide hips, and a tight ass that was covered by black short shorts that looked. Her build was slender too. The cherry on top is her mouth. She has these soft, pink DSL lips. I'm wearing my shades so nobody knows who I'm looking at, but I'm watching this girl shake her ass on the floor to the bassy house music. Earlier the music was quiet, but it was getting later in the night so things were in full swing. Harley steps off the floor and takes a shot, and goes right back to dancing with her friends. It truly is a sight to behold. Then, I notice some dudes on the lower level have their eyes on her. One such dude starts dancing nearby Harley. She seems into him, and starts grinding with him. That's when the party really begins. The DJ stops the song, and shouts some stuff, and I hear the ceiling start to click and whir. Suddenly, little fixtures on the ceiling start spewing foam that smells like soup suds. The people on the floor go ballistic, cheering their heads off and getting under it to dance, kicking off their shoes. Harley is way into it, whipping her hair around and dancing with the guy she was grinding on. The music kicks off even louder, and I'm considering getting the fuck out; the smell of the soup is kinda obnoxious, and it's getting loud. But, the concept of seeing some soaped up chicks piques my interest, so I order another drink and keep watching. The dude dancing on Harley is really letting her have it. He's grinding on her, pumping his cock at her as she bends over, dancing on him while the soap covers the floor. The music is pumping some sort of weird house-music chip-tune hybrid, and after a while, she seems to be getting exhausted, her dancing getting slower and more awkward. She tries to take a step away, but he wraps an arm around her waist, keeping her from walking forward. THIS is when I get really interested. He keeps an arm wound around her waist. The sprinklers over the dance floor go off, and another volley of soap suds come down. She's drenched, and dancing kinda awkwardly. He's still pumped, and I take a moment to observe his attire. Black tee shirt with some ironic slogan, and grey sweat pants. I can't see well enough, but I'd bet my bottom dollar that he's erect, and she can feel it. She's no longer dancing, and she seems to be looking around for her friends while he's going to town on her backside with his arm firmly affixed around her waist. She grabs his arm with one hand, and starts putting her elbow into his chest. He pushes her elbow down and keeps going. When some people pass by, she starts dancing again. I instantly figure on what's happening; she's one of those girls who tries to act like a boss bitch around her friends, so she doesn't want to seem like she's in trouble, or losing her grip on the situation. When she starts dancing again, the guy takes it as an invitation to start pressing his luck. He ducks down, keeping an arm on her so she doesn't walk away, then he scoops up a dollop of soap suds from the floor. He starts rubbing it on her hips with his free hand, and she kinda freezes. He rubs it from her exposed leg up her tight black shorts, a few times, lathering up her legs like he's giving her a bath. Soon, his hand moves from the side of her leg to the back, and he rubs it up her ass. She doesn't make a move to stop him, and it turns from him soaping her up to him groping and squeezing her butt. That's when things take a turn. Another guy dances up, and starts rubbing soap on her as well from the front. She's sandwiched, and alternating between trying to dance and stopping hands from going to intimate spots. The guy in front is pretty cautious, rubbing her arms and her legs mostly, but the guy behind is now rubbing her inner thighs whenever she parts her legs. He goes up, and starts rubbing her stomach, rolling her shirt up a little. I make a bet that in a minute, he's gonna go after her chest. I was dead on. He scoops up another handful of suds and starts rubbing her tit-window. She grabs his hand instantly, but he's at least a head taller than her, and probably stronger by an order of magnitude. She starts standing on one foot, bringing her heel down; likely trying to discreetly step on the guy's foot to deliver the message "don't fuck with me." It doesn't seem to work, as the guy gets another handful and keeps rubbing her cleavage, then cupping her tits. He doesn't even have to bend down anymore, since a lot of piles of soap suds are up to his knees. The other guy bails at this point, likely afraid he'll get spotted touching this chick up. After he's gone, Harley looks around, then tries to turn around and face the guy, but he's groping her tits and won't let her move to turn around and face him. His hand bounces one, then he pushes his finger into her cleavage and starts wiggling it. Her tits jiggle in her shirt while she leans her head back, seething. The whole time, he's got his erect cock up against her ass. I don't know if this was accidental or on purpose, but he moves his hand forward with his finger in her cleavage, and does something I both love and hate; he stretches her boob window, and it looks like the seam rips, because I can see a LOT MORE of her cleavage than just the couple inch hole. She looks down at her tits, likely to assess the damage to her shirt, and he's cupping one of her boobs with his free hand; his other arm is still around her waist to keep her from bailing. While I have a birds eye view, I'm low enough to see some details. The soft skin of her tits bounce as he cups them. It's like watching a waterbed wave. The reason I hate it is because that shirt was hot, and she might never wear it again. Nobody else will get to enjoy Harley's glorious tit window shirt. Hell, she'll probably never wear it again just because she got assaulted in it, but still, it's the principle. I'm a very sentimental guy. Harley starts struggling as he presses up behind her. She reaches the final straw when he starts kissing her neck. He goes up and down, from her neck to her exposed shoulder. He flicks her earlobe with her tongue. I can see her cringe at the feeling of his lips and tongue on the soft part of her ear, brushing her earring. Thanks to the soap he's liberally applied to her though, Harley manages to turn around and face him. Her skin was probably slippery, and his arm was around her stomach. She's shouting in his face and he seems to be laughing. He just grabs more soap and rubs her back, then slips his hand in the back of her pants. The girl starts hitting him, but you know women; only a few have an arm strong enough to faze a drunk guy. He starts pulling up on her underwear, and she gives up on hitting him and just tries to grab his hands. Harley doesn't have the strength or the leverage to stop him from giving her a wedgie, so she just starts focusing on moving the arm that's keeping her fastened to him. She can't even push that off, and he keeps her pinned against him, one of his legs between her thighs. The whole time he keeps dancing. I imagine the grinding was pissing her off too, considering his leg was up against her pussy and his erect dick was pressed against her too. He manages to work a hand completely into her pants while she's hollering at him. I can't hear her over everyone cheering DJ and the loud ass music. The other people on the floor don't seem to hear her either, so the situation just goes on without anybody noticing but me. She starts wincing and shooting her hips forward, and I notice he's undone her belt and his hand's completely in her pants, wrist deep. I see the fabric of her pants move, and realize he's fingering her ass. Part pf me says "whoa, too far," but I decide to watch how it plays out. Part of me wishes I'd stepped in this time and done something. The perverted part of me wishes I'd whipped out my phone and taken a video. She's bucking her hips and jumping as he performs his impromptu rectal exam. He pulls his hand out of her pants and starts grabbing her ass with both hands. She's trying to push him away, but he's clearly not going anywhere, staying right in her face. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, and her arms drop as he leans her back. One arm keeps her pinned up against him, and the other spanks her ass, then lets her hair down. I don't know if he's old fashioned, but he pulls the hair ties out of her hair and lets her hair drop for some reason. After a few seconds, he pulls back and picks her up by her thighs, spreading her legs so her pussy's at waist level, and her feet are off the ground. I've noticed that move a few times in my life. Usually it's done willingly by women to straddle their men as they walk, but a few times I've seen it done unwillingly (see my first story). Takes a decently strong guy to keep a girl like this against her will, or you could do it underwater where the victim's weightless (happened a while back at a pool party. That's a story for another day). I call it the "Saturday Night Ride." Anyway, he carries a screaming and weakly kicking Harley off the floor and under the balcony I'm on, out of my sight line. I move around the upper level to the other side, and take a seat there to see what's going on. He's got her on his lap in a booth, on her knees with her legs around his waist. "That sure escalated quick," I think. She's given up on the "badass babe" routine and is just desperately looking around for help, but everyone who passes just ignores her, thinking they're a couple. Face to face, he's kissing her on the neck while she's trying to flag someone down for help. At one point she even looks my way, but can't really see me since the upper level is so dark. He grabs her face and turns it towards him, kissing her on those soft pink lips. Couldn't help but feel bad, but mostly just jealous. Those DSLs must be fun to taste. He grabs her hands and puts them on the table behind her, stopping her from pushing on him to get away. Harley's completely helpless, on his lap, and being forced to make out with him. Gotta say, a helpless woman gets my dick rock hard. He keeps her like that, his hands moving under her shirt and around her ass, his mouth kissing her neck and lips. He tries to roll up her shirt, but she pulls it back down when he gets above her naval. He wraps his arms around her in a bear hug, then leans forward, pinning her down on the table. For a sec, I think he's seriously gonna rape her right there, but he sits back down and she stays there, probably to intimidated to go against him and try to get off the table. With her back arched and legs spread, he just lets his hands roam, groping her tits and legs. Finally, he yanks her shirt up, and gets a good, long look at her tits. I can't see too well from the other side on the balcony, but I can tell they're a decent pair with pink nipples. He leans in and takes one in his mouth for a second while she grabs the top of his head and tries to push him off. He just laughs and takes out his phone, taking a picture, then giving her nipple a tweak with his fingertips. Then, he just bails. Leaves Harley on the table and makes a B line for the door. I guess something spooked the dude, so he escapes like a gazelle. She lays there for a minute, before getting up and adjusting her clothes. Her hair's disheveled as hell, and her shirt's ruined. She storms off and after a few minutes, the music stops, and security comes off the walls and starts looking around like the military searching a house. It's clear they're looking for the guy, but I watched him head out the door. Whoever he was, he CERTAINLY isn't welcome at that club anymore. I imagine, for him, it was well worth it, but if he ever goes back and the bouncers know, they'll probably fuck him up. For days there were articles about the sexual assault in the club running in the local paper about how he "forcibly penetrated her with his fingers." Little did Harley know she had a witness.