****** Polo's Nitecap by Durrance ******
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Polo's Nitecap


Ragan could find no one after work on Friday. Her friends were upset at the way
she dumped all over her boyfriend Dave. He was a good guy and he loved her like
they all wanted to be loved. But he paid the price and was stuck with both
halves of the lease for six more months. Ragan needed more time alone, more
attention from Dave, more time with her friends and more of anything she
wanted. She was selfish and uncertain what was next, but what she had was not
enough and that was all she needed to know. Lisa and Christine helped her moved
her clothes and TV and then disappeared for a while. Ragan was on her own.

The evening was a typical end to a humid August day in Connecticut, a one hour
thunderstorm that dropped the temperature ten degrees and took the edge off the
air. By 8 pm Ragan had had enough of her mother's coughing out the questions to
Jeopardy and sucking in another long drag during the answers. With a little
luck, she might find Karen and her boyfriend at Mimi's downtown. They had
dinner there every Friday and she could hang out in the lounge with them
afterward. She still wore the navy blue skirt from work but had traded the hose
and pumps for her sneakers on the drive home. She left the neck pin off her
white blouse and brought along the blue blazer for the pockets so she would not
have to carry her purse. Key, license and cash, she was traveling light and
simple.

Ragan parked the Saturn around the corner from Mimi's and straightened her
pleats as she stepped to sidewalk. The hem rode a few modest inches above the
knees and hid most of her thighs from view. Her calves were long and straight
with just a hint of the strength she carried in her upper legs. Summers spent
on the volleyball court and winters on the slopes kept her firm, yet the curve
of her quads hid behind her skirt as she walked. Harder to conceal was the
distinct roundness of her ass beneath the smooth fabric. Her stomach was flat
and although her breasts were only Bs, their shape was exquisite and showed as
she spread both sides of her jacket to tuck in her blouse when she reached the
door. Inside Mimi's she flashed a smile at Mike the bouncer who took in her
sharp features without asking for ID. Ragan was 25 and there was no mistaking
this package for underage. Mike did ask if it was still hot outside just to
steal another look at her greatest asset. Set between her high cheekbones and
thin, arched brows those eyes were five shades of green and glowed like a beach
fire at sunset. Mike melted a little as she brushed her bangs away and said,
"Not too hot," and with a wink "Not yet."

It was innocent and Mike had seen her in here enough to know it, although he
wondered where her boyfriend was on a Friday night. He watched her long brown
curls wave as she looked into the restaurant for Karen and reluctantly took a
seat at the bar. Ragan left the change from a five on the bar and took a sip
from her white wine. Without Karen or someone she knew, she wouldn't stay long.
The guys would start to hit on her and it was still to soon after leaving Dave
to get involved with anything. As she finished her wine Ragan was beginning to
get down. She thought about Dave and what was good about him and admitted to
herself that she didn't understand what was missing. She was probably making a
big mistake, and now she was by herself on Friday night and none of her friends
wanted her around. She left the change on the bar, turned off the stool in
disgust and walked to the door.

On the sidewalk walking with her head down as she fished for the keys in her
pocket, She suddenly walked right into somebody.

"Oh!, I'm sorry." she squeaked as she took a step back, hardly looking up.

"Ragan, it's us. Julie and Matt." Julie was a little excited. Ragan thought
Julie was always a little too excited, almost annoying to be around. Matt she
didn't know except by name so she tried to keep going without stopping.

"Hey, how have you been?" She said more than asked while stepping toward her
car.

"Whose inside? Anyone?" Julie was nearly grabbing her hand. "We're supposed to
meet Lisa and Chris at Polo's but it's early we thought we'd grab a drink with
Karen and Steve before going dancing." Julie did some type of pseudo-twist to
accent 'dancing'.

Ragan stopped in her tracks nonetheless. "They're not in there. What time are
you meeting Chris?" She didn't want to seem to eager to join up with these two,
she might not live it down later, but it'd been weeks since she saw Lisa or
Christine.

"Ten o'clock or so. There's no band but it's seventies DJ night. You should
come with us. Don't worry about Dave, you know you love to dance." Julie had a
really big mouth.

"Nice, Jule" Matt said. He'd been ignoring the two ladies and standing to the
side but that was a little raw even for his bubble-headed girlfriend. He
stepped into the middle of them. "Listen Ragan, forget Julie, forget Dave. If
you want to come along we'll make sure you have a good time, really." He put
his hand on her shoulder as if to give sympathy and could feel the muscles
through her jacket. He massaged that one spot for just a second and then put
his hand down. This girl was tight. Julie had a nice body, but it was a bit
soft. Her curves were more pronounced than Ragan's but the was no subtlety.
Julie was 5'2" and 125lbs. Ragan was the same weight but stood 5'8" in her
sneakers and was firm. He wanted her to come along tonight. "We'll drive you
over if you like." It sounded weak and he knew it.

It was no surprise when Ragan said "No thanks." It turned quickly though when
she added, "I think I'll follow you over in my car, I don't really want to stay
out too late."

Polo's was across the state line in New York, only about 20 minutes away. It
was popular dance spot along an empty stretch of Rt 22. Although the building
was right against the road, the parking lot sloped down an embankment behind
and had several levels terraced into the hill. The later you got to the club,
the further down the slope you had to park. Ragan followed Matt's truck into
the lot and hoped to find a quick spot. The place was crowded though and they
followed the rows nearer the bottom. The south end of the lot was tracked deep
in mud and half the spaces were unusable pushing them lower. They wound up
along the dirt road that lined the stream bed at the very bottom. Ragan wasn't
happy, but it was the only place and at least she didn't have to walk it alone.

Lot's of black light inside gave the place an dark glow, blue jeans lit up on
the dance floor and T-shirts shone like full moons at the bar. Matt felt pretty
good walking in with both Julie and Ragan beside him. Julie's dress had a red
and white flower pattern and the white glowed everywhere on her. Ragan's
sneakers and socks lit up her legs but her blouse was thinner than it looked
and the full outline of her silk lace bra shone right through it. Matt was
thankful for the darkness elsewhere as it hid his eyes and where they were
going. He went for drinks and from a distance now could not keep his eyes off
those breasts. Ragan began swaying with the music by herself and he knew he
better get back there fast before the were a dozen guys hitting on both girls.
He managed to return with three vodka and cranberries in plastic cups in time.
Before the drinks were finished the girls headed for the dance floor and
started moving to something by ABBA. Matt couldn't stand it but he had to go
along.

Julie put her hands on Matt's hips and started shaking in front of him. She
rubbed her tits on his stomach and pressed her face into his chest. When she
wriggled down his body she could feel his hardness between her breasts. She
looked up at him and he was looking at Ragan not her. Ragan's hands were above
her head as smoothly turned her hips in a circle. Her glowing shoes seemed
neither to touch the ground or leave it. Julie turned her back to Matt's legs
and reached her hands to each of his calves and twisted her way up his body
taking time to grab his butt and grind hers into his crotch. When she stood
fully in front of him, both watching Ragan shine in her bra grind her butt into
nobody. Her jacket opened to show her slim waist through her nearly transparent
shirt. Her breasts pressed against the blouse as her hands pushed her hair back
and stayed behind her head. Her eyes seemed closed . Julie leaned her head back
against Matt and looked up at him. When he looked down to her she said to him.
"Forget about it, Mister. You're
taken. Besides, you know Dave would kill you."

"Dave would rather kill her." He knew though that it was hopeless, his only
excitement would be with Julie tonight. He stroked her face with the back of
his hand and continued down between her breasts and brushed his fingers across
her mound. Looking at Ragan now her eyes still closed her light skin even
glowed as she moved gracefully in a circle.

Ragan enjoyed her dancing. She closed her eyes because she didn't care about
anybody else there. She thought about Lisa and Chris for a minute when she
walked in but they probably wouldn't go out with these two anyway. She might as
well make the best of it. She opened her eyes and saw Matt kiss Julie and lead
her back to the drinks. Ragan felt a pair of hands on her hips trying to lead
her motions. She stepped away without looking back, but the hands held and
pulled her back to him. She let it happen for a minute and the hands drove her
ass against an unknown crotch behind her. He was grinding his cock into her on
the dance floor. When the hands moved around to her tummy she grabbed and
pulled them off, then walked to the bar.

She found Matt and Julie and said, "Did you see that guy? What ever happened to
just dancing? I don't even know which one it was." She looked back only now but
could see four or five guys moving off the floor without dates. "I didn't want
to give him the satisfaction of even a glare."

Julie didn't see anything. Matt saw it all. The guy was one of the four hanging
at a table across the room now. He played softball against these guys a couple
of times. Dave and Matt played on the same team, although Ragan never came to
the games. These guys played ok but usually drank to much during the game and
got sloppy near the end. Matt bought the girls another round and excused
himself to the john. Julie made Ragan chug down her drink so they could get
back dancing. Matt stopped to talk to the four guys on his way back. When he
got up he shook s few hands and gave a few high fives.

Ragan was having a good time dancing with Julie. They were both working up a
sweat. Matt showed up with another drink and they each reached for it for the
ice. The vodka was a bonus. "You ladies look hot out here, you want your own
drinks?"

"Yes." They answered in union.

"You should lose that jacket before you pass out, Ragan." Thinly veiled it was
but Matt thought it would pass as harmless flirting.

"I can't lose it, it's my only pockets." She said. She was sweating hard and
really wanted to shed the layer. She could not see for herself how her shirt
disappeared in the light. Now it was soaking up her sweat, too.

"I've got some friends at a table over here," Matt offered "I'm sure they'll
keep an eye on it for you."

"Great, thanks." Ragan was already out of the blazer and handing it to Matt.
When she turned back to her drink Matt could see her blouse clinging in the
sweat on her back. Her bra straps stood out like neon, there was no clasp in
the back. Ragan turned and leaned her back and both elbows on the bar. The
white straps over her strong shoulders led down to the lace tops over her high
tits. The silk material did not need to support these firm shapely peaks. Just
below the lace her partially erect nipples pressed against the material with an
elegant ease.

When Matt returned he was not alone. "Ragan, This is Dan. We used to play
softball together." She reached out for his hand and shook it.

"Nice to meet you Dan." She thought he was cute enough but of course she wasn't
looking for anything. He was about six foot with clean, long hair and no beard.
She hated beards.

Dan thought it was very nice to touch this beauty again. He wanted his cock to
touch her again, too. "Dance?" Was all he said. She followed him onto the floor
for an Eagles' ballad and he put his hands on her back and pulled her in. Ragan
wanted more room, but rather than push him away she just rested her hands on
his chest. This at least gave a little space between their chests. Dan
definitely was leading during this dance, his arms pushed left and right across
his chest as his hands began massaging both the small of her back and higher up
on her neck. He traced the straps through her shirt and pulled her head down
against his shoulder while running his hand into Ragan's now damp curls. Her
neck was her soft spot and she let him work his thumb along each vertebrae
while his fingers rubbed her head just behind her ear. When he pulled in harder
with his other hand, down lower, she had to let her arms go around his torso
and hold his back. Dan felt the sweet sensation of those firm breasts press
softly into his chest.

He would not let go of this one now. He kissed her hair. His thumb pressed
through her blouse and under her bra strap in the back. Dan massaged this place
in earnest and Ragan could feel the silk tighten around her breasts. He pushed
his caress under her ear and along her jaw. He lifted her face to his and
kissed once softly, then quickly after pressed his lips into hers and opened
them. He pulled her bottom lip firmly between his and then drove his tongue
into her mouth.

Ragan felt as if she had awaken suddenly and jerked back from Dan's grasp. "I'm
sorry, I can't do this." Her face was tight with the strain as she added, "I
don't even know you." She backed away a few steps then turned to look for Julie
and Matt, but she could not see through the crowd at the bar. "Great!" She
thought, "they left me here." Her jacket was behind Dan's friends who she
didn't know. She wanted to cool off or just get out of here. All she could do
was go into the bathroom. She washed her face quickly in the sink and
straightened her blouse. In the fluorescent lights in the ladies room, she
still had no idea how her clothing disappeared out in the club. She brushed her
hair out with her fingers and took a few deep breaths, then went out to get her
jacket. It was about eleven and she was going home now.

When she got back to Dan's table he was there alone. There was still no sign of
Julie. "Dan, I think I should hit the road, have you seen Matt or Julie?" Her
hands were together at her waist fidgeting nervously. She hoped he didn't
notice.

Dan looked her body over from the ankles, up passed her lower legs and those
slender knees. Just enough of those thighs showed for him to imagine what it
would be like to feel them wrapped around his waist. Her tits still pointed out
her blouse and she bit the edge of her lip anxiously waiting for her coat.
"Maybe I should walk you out, in case you can't find them."

"I'm sure I'll be ok. It was really nice to meet you." She paused while he
looked right through her. "My jacket please, Dan."

He handed the jacket to her an stood beside her as she pulled it on, then he
began to follow her out. At the door she turned and kissed him quickly, "Thanks
Dan, good-bye." She hurried into the lot and started down the hill. The night
was cooler than two hours ago and it seemed to have rained again. The sloping
dirt lot was slick and Ragan was glad she wore her sneakers. She saw
Christine's Mustang about halfway down the hill and thought about going back up
to find her. She turned but even from here, Polo's and the road with its
streetlights seemed miles distant. She continued nervously to her car. Finally,
she reached the lower road and the sound of the stream between its' banks and
the safety of her car. She reached into her pocket for her key but it was gone.


"Shit." She said out loud. Ragan quickly searched her pockets again. There were
only two pockets in the blazer, it was obvious the key was gone. She checked
again.

"Hey, what's the matter?" She heard in the darkness.

"Dan? Is that you?" More scared than ever.

"Did you lose something?" It was Dan. He was walking toward her.

"Jesus, you scared me to death. Yes, I lost my key, it was in my jacket and..."

"I have it, don't worry." He interrupted her. "It must have dropped, I found it
back at the table and figured you wouldn't get far."

"Oh thank God," she was reaching her hand out. Dan took her hand but slid the
key back into his pants pocket.

"It's early, do you want to get some coffee?"

"I can't."

"How bout a kiss, then? As a thank you."

"Please Dan, I have to go."

He did not release her hand and instead brought himself up close to her. Ragan
had her back to her locked car door and this basic stranger had her key in his
pocket. He stepped in tight and put his hands inside her jacket around her
waist. He leaned against her and the car and kissed her.

"Dan, No. I have to go." She twisted in his arms but could not budge him with
her gentle complaints. He kissed her again, more deeply with his left hand
around her neck and into her hair pulling her lips against his more forcefully.
She opened her mouth to let him in and he took full advantage. His lips sucked
and pulled at hers, they were delicious, and his tongue dove deep after hers,
tasting her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Her hands pushed hopelessly at his
chest but her mouth just let him take her. "If this is all he wants I can play
along" she thought. She was pinned back to the car and both his hands were on
the sides of her head holding her steady for his deepening kisses. Dan's right
hand brushed down her throat and found her right breast over blouse. He
squeezed firmly and massaged the nipple erect quickly. Ragan grabbed his wrist
and broke their kiss. "NO, Dan. Now stop it." She tried to be firm.

"No Ragan, You just relax." He shook off her grasp kissed her again harder than
before and ran his right hand across her chest to the left breast and squeezed
hard. Her tits felt like a dream even through her blouse and he could not let
go.

"NO!" She screamed as she brought her knee up toward his groin. Dan saw that
coming a mile away and deflected it with his knee and grabbed a handful of her
hair behind her neck.

"Listen," He said "I don't want to hurt you so hold still. If you know what's
good for you, you'll just relax." He pulled her head back onto the roof of the
Saturn and bit down on her long white neck. He could taste her sweat, salty and
fearful of him. He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She was quite. She
would not fight him.

Ragan just held still as his hands relaxed from around her throat. they
massaged her face and moved down on to her tits. She let him pinch her nipples
hard through her blouse. He unbuttoned the top button and tugged the collar to
the side. She did not move. She felt her blouse ripped open from there and then
pulled up out of her skirt. It shook her with the force and the bounced off the
car and back. She closed her eyes and pretended not to care when he popped open
the front clasp with little effort. Her bra and shirt were pulled back over her
shoulders together and back to her elbows. She let out a grunt and partial
protest as his bare hands found her bare tits and mashed them in together. Dan
worked on Ragan's tits with his hands and his tongue and then finally his teeth
pulled at the erect nipples that she could not contain.

She tried to hold her knees together as his hands lifted her skirt along her
bare legs. Her arms came up to stop him and again she said "No," altough it was
more of whine this time. Ragan knew she could not stop him now, he could do
anything he wanted to. Her only option was a beating or no beating. "Stop" she
cried quietly to the side.

Dan stood and looked straight at Ragan, "Spread your legs for me." He spoke
calmly but with a terrible menace. "Do it now." And she loosened her thighs
just a little. "Thatta girl, you're going to be a good fuck, now, aren't you?"
Ragan said nothing. Her skirt was up around her waist and his hand massaged her
pussy through her panties. Her chest was bare to the night air with her blouse
and bra around her elbows. Dan groped her thighs and pushed them further open
with both hands. She lifted one knee reflexively and then hated herself for it.
Why was she just letting him take her like this? She shook her head and tried
to find the nerve to resist. He rubbed three fingers deeply against her white
silk panties. He could feel her getting warm, the outline of her slit stood
out. When he thumbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her knees,
she stood up quickly and tried to push her skirt back down. Dan would have none
of that and turned her over in a flash onto the hood of the car, face down.

"Don't," he said, and held her down with his forearm across her back. He kicked
her legs wide and grabbed her shirt and used it to tie her arms together at the
elbows behind her back. Her naked tits pressed into the warm hood of the car.
"Are we going to have any more problems with you?" he asked with a snicker.

"No." Ragan said, in barely a whisper.

Dan stepped back a second to checke her out. Her legs were long, her thighs
were not thin like her calves. They were strong and shapely as a dancers he
thought. Or maybe a gymnast. He took the waist of her skirt and roughly
unzipped in and yanked it down taking her panties as he passed her knees. With
her weight resting mostly on the hood and fender, Ragan sadly let her feet be
lifted and her clothes pulled right off her body.

Naked now, from the neck down to her sneakers, with her arms tied behind her
and her legs spread wide she knew she had given up. Dan mauled her fine ass and
stroked her thighs, pushing them wider. "Don't move." He said, and stepped
back. Ragan could hear his belt loosen, and then his jeans open up. She bit
down on her lip and tried to be ready for it. He let his cock rest between her
ass cheeks and stroked it forward and back a few times. Then he rubbed the head
against her pussy which was just beginning to get wet. He pushed in just enough
to wet the head and wiped it up and down a little. With the head of his cock
just inside her cunt he asked her, "Are you just going to lie there and let me
fuck you like this?"

After a long silent pause, Ragan shook her head a little and let out a quiet
"yes." She thought that would be the instant she would feel his shaft impale
her, but he waited. He then leaned down close to her ear, where he could smell
her hair and taste her complete surrender.

"Dave always said you like it best like this, is that true?" Her mind could not
catch up with that shock before Dan drove his full length into her in one easy
thrust. She was wet, but now suddenly tense again as she realized the meaning
of those words. He pulled back and started to fuck her fast, right off the bat.
He held her down on the car hood and slammed his cock inside her again and
again. She been set up. Her knees were pinned to the fender and held wide by
his long legs. Her thoughts whirled, Dave you bastard. Her hips banged into the
car with each thrust and her tits rubbed back and forth on the hood. She tried
to pull her arms out of their bindings but could not. Dan grabbed her ass
cheeks and roughly mauled them as he fucked his cocked into her pussy to the
hilt with every stroke. She felt her ass spread beneath his hands and his
finger open that hole too. Ragan felt her ass give wide to what must have been
his thumb and he began to finger fuck her ass at a pace to match the treatment
he gave her pussy. She turned her head to the side and let out a gasp. Her head
was pulled back by the hair and her shoulder was rolled partly to one side
lifting her left tit off the hood. Dan quickly pinched the nipple and rolled it
between his finger the grabbed the full mound and squeezed hard.

Ragan was panting heavily now and letting out a grunt every time her body was
slammed into her car. Dave had set her up. Or was it Matt? One of them had just
given her to this bastard. But there was no denying, she was getting the
fucking of her life. She couldn't move, she had given herself to this man just
because he said so. She felt him lean down to her ear again. "I'd really like
to fuck in the ass, you seem so ready for it, but I just have to blow my load
deep into your sweet pussy. Is that what you want?" His words alone now brought
on the tremendous vibrations through her body. Ragan could only grunt with each
push. "Ugh,...Ugh,...Ugh,..."

"That's a yes." she heard him say as she felt him explode right through her own
orgasm. He slowed each stroke now as he let each jet build on its own but then
he'd slam it home hard to make its point. She was still shivering as he
finished. He paused still inside her and waited. She heard the running water of
the stream again for the first time in an hour. It was over. It seemed like a
mile away but she could hear the cars on Rt.22. She tried to lift up off the
hood, with her hands still tied, but was pushed back down. "Just wait." he
said. She slumped back down and tried to catch her breath. Then she heard
voices behind her. She turned her head quickly to the right to see who. In the
dim light that there was,Ragan saw the other three guys from inside Polo's. The
first one there had his cock out and was coming for her. She tried to scream
this time but felt her ripped silk panties shoved into her open mouth. She
could only submit. He would do whatever he wanted with her. They all would.

She heard Dan say "Man she is Hot!" and then he added "Bill, she really wants
it in the ass." As he walked off he handed the last man her car key and said
"She just lets you, man. Just takes it." She closed her eyes and felt her legs
being spread wide again.

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