"Close your eyes, love." Luke tells me as we walk down the streets of NYC, he is surprising me. We are both dressed to the dime and ready for a great night out together. I giggle as his hands cover my eyes and he guides my body down the sidewalks.
We arrive at the secret destination and he allows me to open my eyes. It's a night club.
"No way, Luke! I've never been clubbing before! I'm nervous." i tell him with shaky hands.
"All you gotta do is dance with me, babe," he tells me with a smirk as he leads me into the night club. The smell of alcohol and perfume hits me hard. The darkness makes it hard to see, but not hard enough as to where i can't see all the sweaty bodies grinding up against each other.
Luke grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor.
We begin grinding, my bum resting up against his member, i can feel it hardening behind me, and i surely don't mind it. Luke grabs my hips and guides me to the beat of the music against him. After 20 minutes of dancing, we decide to take a break to get a beer. He sets me down at the bar while he goes to find the bartender.
"Sit tight, beautiful." Luke tells me as he leaves for a couple minutes, in search of assistance.
After 30 seconds of sitting alone at the bar, watching all the people dance on each other, i feel a hand on my shoulder. Suspecting it's Luke, I turn around with a smile. To my surprise, it's a random man, who looks much older than me.
"Hey, baby." The man says to me as he grabs my hand and attempts to kiss it. I slap his hand back out of disgust.
"I'm here with my boyfriend," I say politely.
"Does it look like i care? I want you. I want to take you home, you slut." he tells me as he inches closer to my face. As i raise my hand to push him away from me, he grabs my arms and pulls me off the stool I'm sitting on. At this point, I'm terrified, and i begin to scream. Luke, who is talking to the bartender and grabbing our beers, drops everything and runs to my side. He grabs me and gently sets me down, before attacking the man and beating the living shit out of him. The man lies on the ground of the club, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, and a tooth spit out on the floor next to him.
"Don't mess with my baby." Luke whispers to creep.