If it weren't against the rules she would have worn ear plugs all night long. As it was she could only get away with that when Jerry wasn't around. Jennie worried about her hearing sometimes, as the pounding music poured out of the speakers all around the disco. Still, it was a great job, with good tips, and she needed it if she was going back to college in the fall. She'd only been here a couple of weeks, but was already adept at picking her way through the crowded dance floor and even more crowded tables in the near darkness, with the lights flashing and the mist swirling around her knees. Like all the girls she wore a high heels, a tight black mini skirt, black stockings, a white blouse with a red bow tie, and a black hip length jacket. Her hair, which she would have liked to tie up tightly, was hanging loose around her head and flowing over the shoulders of her black jacket in a golden wave of silk. Well, that was just as well, the better she looked the more tips she made, and if the swirling hair made her job more difficult, the money was worth it. She smiled constantly, displaying her perfect white teeth and full, sensuous lips, wanting the customers to like her. Her long legs, perfectly sculpted and tapered, were also big helps in her quest for high tips, and though she suffered the occasional grope, she knew the mini-skirt was well worth it. It was a sexist world, she sighed, and if her long legs, her shapely behind and her pretty face got her more money, well, who was she to complain. She smiled at a half drunken guy in a blue suit as she passed. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her, and she knew he was staring at her ass and thighs as she moved on. He said something which she didn't make out. One thing the loud music was good for was droning out dirty comments from perverts. She went to the bar and got a half a dozen drinks for table seven, groaning as another old fogey song came over the sound system. The disco catered to the thirty- something crowd, and so played music not to the taste of a nineteen year old college girl. She took the drinks back to the tables, mentally calculating what her tip would be from the group of people there. Tonight would be a good one, she thought, the place was packed. She delivered the drinks, smiled prettily, then turned and made her way across the edges of the dance floor. Somebody in the crowd managed to dart a hand out and grope her breast, and she almost dropped the tray of empty glasses. She turned and glared at the crowd but couldn't make out who's hand it had been in the near darkness and blinking lights. She went on to the bar, thinking of how she'd no doubt look back on this place with fondness when she was a lawyer. The saw by the clock over the bar that it was nearly twelve. She had to call her mother every two hours. It was the only way to keep her from calling here. She thought the place was a den of iniquity that would surely lure her little precious virgin into hell. Well, in fact she wasn't a virgin, and though there were drugs in evidence here and there, most of the people here were middle class yuppies and used only booze to get themselves high. She pushed her way through the crowd, catching just the tips of someone's fingers as the guy tried to slip them under her skirt. She cursed them all as dirty old men and got through to the other side, going out into the entrance hall, then turning left and going up the stairs to the women's bathroom. There was a long line of women waiting outside and she knew it would take forever to get in to use the phone in the powder room. She turned and went down the hall past the men's room. Just around the corner were several wooden phone booths. Even up here the music pounded furiously, for the management had been kind enough, or stupid enough, she thought, to install speakers up here. There was even a drunken couple dancing up the hall. She got into one of the phone booths and closed the door, dimming out about ninety percent of the noise. The phone booths with their nearly sound proof walls and doors were one of the few things in this place she approved of. She dialed home, told her mother she could go to bed, that she wasn't taking any drugs and wasn't going to run off with a greasy Arab or some hairy-chested playboy, then hung up with a sigh. She turned and opened the door, and was immediately assaulted by the blaring music. It made her pause for a second, and then from out of nowhere someone was shoving her back into the phone booth. "Hey!" she yelled, the words drowned out by the music. He was a big guy, his arms thick, muscles hard on his chest. He was black, and wore an expensive silk suit, his dreadlocks hanging down over his shoulders. His teeth gleamed white as he forced her back against the wall and mashed his lips against hers. She cursed and tried to push him off as one of his hands seized her hair and the other slid between her legs, forcing her leg up and back. "Let me go, you fucker!" she snarled, pounding on his chest with her small hands. He tore at her hair, forcing her head back. She gasped in pain, then gurgled as his tongue shot into her mouth. Her shoulders were slammed back into the corner of the phone booth and her left leg shoved up high and hard against one wall. His hand jammed in between her thighs then, squeezing her pussy through her panties. He seized them and tore them from her with one powerful jerk. She tried to scream again but his mouth covered hers and his body crushed her into the back of the phone booth. The music screamed around them and people passed by in the near darkness, either not noticing or assuming they were a pair of lovers. Nobody interfered as the man undid his zipper and brought his cock out. Jennie cried out in shock and fear when she felt it pressing against her naked pussy. She struggled with new fury, but her left arm was crushed between one wall and her body and her right was easily pushed back by his shoulder. His face was rough, needing a shave, and he had a large mouth. His eyes gleamed cruelly as he stared at her, and then she grunted and cried out again as his black cock entered her and thrust up high into her belly. She tried to scream again but his mouth mashed down on hers, locking tightly as his tongue slithered inside her oral cavity like a maddened snake. His hips pounded against her thighs, ramming her left leg back against the wall again and again. His cock drove up high inside her. It was long, and very thick. Jennie gasped and her eyes teared from the pain as the fat organ stabbed into her repeatedly. His hand gripped her thigh again, shoving it back and holding it against the wall as he pumped more smoothly. Her mind was in a state of shock that she could be assaulted right here inside the club and nobody would help. She could see nothing beyond the man's massive body. Her own body was shielded from the sight of the few patrons who passed by. The man clutched her soft buttocks and his fingers dug into the warm flesh, clawing hard at them. She whimpered helplessly, then grunted and moaned in despair as she felt him force a finger up into her asshole. Her crotch and thighs ached as he continued ram his lower body into her. He kept firm control of her head, holding tightly to her curly blonde hair, yet even when she held her face still and submitted to his oral rape he continued to tug and twist her hair. He pulled his mouth from hers at last, sniggering loud enough for her to hear in the small, soundproof booth. "Dirty white whore," he leered. "Like it, baby? Wagging your ass around all night! Think you can do that and not get fucked you little slut? You fuckin' blonde bitches always want black cock anyway. Don't ya! Hah?!" He stuck his tongue out and licked a long trail up the side of her face, then licked her forehead and along the underside of her jaw. He let go of her hair at last and she groaned in relief, but his hand slipped up between their bodies and clutched her right tit, mashing it through her blouse. He tore her shirt open, simple enough as it closed down the front with snap buttons, then ripped her thin bra and groped her bare tits as his cock continued to thrust up into her fuck pipe. Jennie had stopped trying to fight and was just waiting for him to finish, her mind and body both numbed by the sudden brutal assault. He continued to ram his sex into her for several long minutes before he groaned and halted with his organ buried inside her guts. She imagined the sticky wads of cum spurting into herself and cringed inwardly. She was relieved though, that he had cum, that the attack was done. No doubt he would now leave. He seemed in no hurry to do so, though. He continued to lick and kiss her face, his hand groping, squeezing her breasts, fondling her nipples, pinching and pulling at them so they hardened. She felt his cock softening and he eased himself backwards, but made no effort to open the door and leave the little booth, instead he gave her another awful leering smile and pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her down onto her knees on the floor of the booth. She was facing his flaccid cock and he gripped her hair again as he rubbed the cum stained prick across her face. "Suck it hard again, white girl, and I'll throw you another fuck," he said. Her heart sank and she groaned in misery. Not only was he staying but down here she was all but invisible to any passersby, for the sides of the booth were all wood up to waist height, and glass only from there. Down on her knees nobody could see she was even in the booth. The man jerked sharply on her hair and pushed his soft black cock against her lips. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take the thing inside. She sucked on it as she drew it in, her tongue rubbing carefully along the underside of the head. He continued to grip her hair, now with both hands as he sighed in pleasure. Jennie's mind was no completely numb, almost detached from her body as she sucked mechanically on the man's already growing erection. Soon she was bobbing her lips back and forth on the hardened organ as he slowly humped his hips in and out, fucking the cock into her face. Her hands dropped limp at her sides and she simply knelt there as though anaesthetized while he pumped his thick meat into her mouth. He pulled harder on her hair, forcing the dazed girl to her feet again, turning her around and jamming her face first into the back of the phone booth. She felt him jerk her mini upwards and felt his hands on her behind. His finger pushed into her anus again, and pumped slowly, then withdrew. A moment later she felt his erection pushing against her little round hole. She thought little about it, being too numbed by then. His cock eased up into her asshole with slow jabs. It forced her anus wide and the pain was sharp, but did not last long as he drove the thing all the way up into her guts. She felt his balls pressing against her buttocks as he gnawed on the side of her throat and ground his hips into her. His cock moved around inside her rectum as he brought his hands around her and cupped both breasts, squeezing them hard. He slowly began to pump his cock, using short strokes at first. His right hand slid down her bare belly and in between her thighs, rubbing at her slit, his finger searching for her clit. He rubbed her fuck button as he did a slow motion grind into her anus, his cock pumping slowly, now moving from side to side, his pants scraping against her soft ass flesh, his zipper pinching her anal opening. She didn't move, had hardly the strength or awareness to stand up. Her face was still pressed into the back wall of the phone booth as his heavy framed body moved against her. In her dulled state it was some time before she became aware, in a vague sort of way, that her body was feeling pleasure. She took little interest in it, though acknowledging the pleasurable feelings. Her breasts were hardened, flaring with heat as his fingers moved into and around them, her clit was sizzling with lust as his fingers continued to rub, stroke and squeeze the little bud. The pleasure grew, eating away at her detachment, slowly drawing her back into herself, to the awareness of the raw sensuality gripping her loins, to the sensations of steaming heat streaming through her bloodstream, rippling up and down her nervous system. Her eyes blinked in wonder and dazed consternation. She felt her body flying higher and higher, her belly heaving and churning and raging, a massive vortex of blistering sexual heat tearing through her innards. "No," she whimpered. Then her head jerked back as a sudden spasm of lust burned through her spine. She gasped for breath, the wind all but knocked out of her. Her forehead fell against the wall, then her head jerked back again, even further, her back arching as muscle spasms wracked her body and her mind reeled under frantic sensations of blaring ecstatic release. She came with a furious crescendo of shrieking sexual eruptions, her body jerking and shuddering as though undergoing a violent seizure. Somewhere in the midst of it she felt a flood of liquid heat blasting up into her asshole, felt it coating her insides with sticky, steamy goo. She couldn't think straight, could hardly think at all, knew nothing but glorious pleasure that ripped the air from her lungs and the thoughts from her mind, leaving a quivering frame of flesh behind. And then she was sinking down, down, to the bottom of the booth, turning, her back against the wall, her legs spread as she slid to one side to be propped against a wall, staring dull eyed at the floor. The man left quickly, but she remained there, sitting on the floor, staring, her eyes starting to flutter even as her chest heaved. She drew in great lung-full of air and groaned weakly. Finally, after several minutes, she pulled herself to her shaky feet and stumbled out into the darkened hall and the blaring music, leaving her torn panties behind.