Hunting in Packs

I want to be seduced. By two men, at once. A calculated attack, they would single out their target, and pounce. They would crowd me, one back, and one front, leaving me no escape from hard bodies, hungry mouths, and greedy hands. I can picture them watching from the darkness of a crowded club, where they watch me lose myself to the thrum of music, before caging my body against theirs. To the onlookers, we would be just another trio of grinding dancers. But hidden beneath the strobe lights are hands slipping beneath panties; erections grinding against palms.