Posted by Jane on 8/13/2002, 8:33 am

I write this not to thrill or excite, although if that is in some cases the result then so be it. I write it to ease the burden for myself and other women who have been in the same situation. "Pam" wrote some time ago of the worst beating she ever got, lucky her, she walked away. This is the reality. To the voyeur there may be a thrill of seeing a mini skirted blonde laid unconscious and vulnerable on the ground outside a bar, but ask the blonde how it was for her. Exactly. Last September, I was 26 at the time, an incident occured in my life which has left me with lasting physical and mental scars. In short although the perpertrator was in the main a women - I felt raped, totally! I would describe myself as attractive, the opposite sex seem to think so; 5' 8" tall and slim with a toned body 35" 24" 35" thanks to repeated gym sessions. My hair was at the time worn straight, shoulder length and was bleached a slightly lighter blond than it's natural colour. And before you ask, I shave down there, have for as long as I remember. I sport a permanent tan thanks to the sunbed. I have always had a liking for revealing clothes, I work hard for this body so why not. Just 'cos I wear a short skirt it don't make me a slut. I wear sexy clothes for ME. Ironically in the main it's other women who seem to have a problem with the way I and others dress - is that a jealously thing or does it go deeper. This particular day I had just split from my on/off boyfriend and a girlfriend Diane had suggested that we should go into town to have a party, just like the old days. Dress up, visit a few bars, a club and generally tease and have a laugh. Suppose it was meant to be a cheer up for me. As arranged I arrived at Diane's house at 7.00 pm this Saturday nite, I had brought a selection of going out clothes with me and the required bottle of wine. Over the wine and a good old girlie chat we both tried on a selection of outfits before, probably with the aid of the wine, deciding on the dressed to thrill bare fleshed look. Diane plumped for my short black leather mini skirt, white crop top and her own high white sandals. (Diane is of similar appearance to myself but shorter at 5' 5".) I, somewhat encouraged by Diane, opted for a very short (12") black pvc mini skirt, one of those flimsy mail order things, with side slashes, matching lace up top and my own red strappy sandals with 5" spiked heels. All I wore underneath was my favourite little item, a tiny red pvc g-string with thin elastic strings. As we waited for the taxi into town I was having second thoughts about my outfit. I knew that we both looked hot but, was it a premonition, even I felt my appearance a little to revealing for what we had planned. A little more wine though and words from Diane and we were in the cab into town. Once there I felt great, I must admit I revel in male attention and it seemed that each bar we visited I was being undressed by countless pairs of eyes. Both Diane and I were approached by numerous guys, some very hot but practising the same old chat up lines. It didn't take much to say no to the offer of a "quickie" out the back but the attention was doing me good. A few more drinks and we found ourselves in one of the large disco pubs where the music was pounding with a heady jungle beat. I was starting to feel a little woozy but was not drunk just feeling really good. The club was packed but I remember Diane drawing my attention to a forty something couple standing a few feet away, to be honest I had also noticed them because the bloke could not keep his eyes off me. It seemed that every time I looked round he was staring at my long legs. I remember giggling to Diane something that the women with him should be pleased, it was clear that I was making him well horny and later she was probably going to feel the benefit! There was nothing offensive in that but she then approached me with him beside her. I recall she said quite loudly and straight at me; "What's so ####in funny?" At that I looked at her,all I can remember is that she was medium height with short dark hair and quite weighty. She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, white vest top and a black zip up biker style jacket. The one other thing I noticed was the fact that she seemed to have rings on each finger. He meanwhile was the classic picture of Mr. 40 something who likes his beer too much, chubby with a beer belly, a ruddy complexion and short greasy greying hair. They looked so out of place in the club we were in. Whilst he stood there undressing me with his eyes she repeated herself, right into my face and I caught the whiff of garlic on her breath. Maybe it was the drink or the feel good atmosphere but I had not even taken in the potential seriousness of her attitude. I stepped back slightly and said with a slight giggle; "You two that's whats funny." At that she grabbed my wrist pulling me towards her and saying in a loud voice; "Listen slut it won't take long to #### you up in that skirt." "You wish" was my reply as I slid my wrist free and turned to walk away feeling that I had made my point.