Mr. Li's big mouth kissed the back of my neck, his hot breath sprayed over me, and my heart pounded faster and faster, desperate to find a chance to leave.
But Mr. Li semi-carried me toward the stage instead, instructing me to place my hands on the pole in front of the stage, surrounded by people on all sides, wildly gyrating their young bodies.
He lifted my skirt, chuckled lewdly, and said, "Slut, hold on tight."
I knew what he wanted to do, and when Mr. Li started to unzip his pants, I seized the opportunity to turn and run.
Mr. Li clearly hadn't expected me to bolt at that moment and cursed in anger. I didn't dare look back, only pushing through the crowd with great effort, squeezing towards more populated areas. It might not be safe to go out now, but as long as I was in the crowded, dim, and noisy place, Mr. Li might lose track of me.