The whisper entered my ear like burning lava, dripped down my neck, and singed a path all the way to my toes. “Bathroom. 10 minutes.” Undulating bodies, pounding bass, and strobing lights swallowed him whole, as he walked away. I did as commanded, bent over the sink, closed my eyes, waited. “Don’t open them.” The air scorched my exposed backside, as he pushed my dress over my head. I heard him spit, then felt warm wetness spread with rough fingers against my slit. He pushed inside, rushed through my veins like heroine, filling me with sin. I exhaled and let go.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can…