“Drop your trousers, lie back on that table and lift your hips.”

Her words were clear but he couldn’t believe he was hearing them. Silence as he thought of a response, several seconds encompassing a range of facial expressions. “I said you’re gorgeous and suggested we head back to yours,” he eventually said, “I’m not going to fuck you here in the restaurant.”

She smiled contemptuously, unstated agreement, then took the front of his shirt, pulled it towards her and moved her head close to his. Anybody watching would think she was aggressively seeking a kiss. He did too, his earlier protestations fading away as he pursed his lips in anticipation.

“Last chance,” she said, “Now lie back.”

The words were said firmly but in a soft quiet voice, one that knew it didn’t need to shout to command. The push on his chest wasn’t soft, a shirt button pinging off and skittering across the floor, but she lacked the strength to push him back against his will.

“Hey, that’s enough,” he said, steadying himself, his hands coming off the table and into a more defensive position, “I don’t know what your game is lady but this is over.”

It wasn’t over. She moved her hand, a tiny gesture he could barely see and several men got up from surrounding tables, moved swiftly towards him and took him by the arms, the shoulders. He was thrown roughly onto the table, held there by four men, two others unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down. His shoes came off with his trousers, the men pulling off his shorts and socks too, leaving him naked from the waist down.

She stepped up to the table, her hand on his chest pausing his struggles, making him look up at her in shock and distress.

“Now,” she said, “Be a good baby and lift your hips.”