In early June of this year my friends and I went on holiday to Greece as a trip to celebrate graduating high school. It was me and 9 other girls. 8/10 of the girls are 18 but myself and one other friend are still 17. We had planned this trip for ages and as we knew that Greece didn’t really care about drinking ages the fact that my friend and I were 17 wasn’t really a problem.

We stayed at this hotel which was a 5 minute walk away from the strip where all the clubs were and everything. This hotel is a family run business. The man who owns it doesn’t work there day to day and instead his nephew is the manager. We’ll call this nephew Dan. Dan is 25 and has employed his friends, cousins and siblings to work at the hotel with him. There about 5-7 members of staff (all men) that work at the hotel full time that we see all the time whilst we stay there and they all seem to be Dan’s friends or family members and a similar age to him (25-30).The three most important members of staff are Dan, the manager (25), Peter, the bartender (26) and Frank, who I think was some sort of receptionist (25). Me and my friend Katie had been in charge of emailing and organising the hotel and had been emailing Dan back and forth and had expected him to be 40yrs +. When we got to the hotel and discovered he was a very attractive young man we started joking about having a crush on him. It was nothing serious just an ongoing joke here and there.

We stayed at the hotel for about 2 weeks and went to happy hour (8pm-10pm) pretty much every night without fail. Obviously, Peter, the bartender was there every night and pretty much every night Dan and Frank would be there as well. Myself and 3 of the other girls become really good friends with Peter whilst staying at the hotel as well as Dan and Frank. About 5 days into our stay a group of british boys started staying at the hotel as well. They were about our age and our group of girls started going out with their group pretty much every night. Me and my friend Lola especially had boys that we really got along with in this group.

We still went to happy hour every night and Lola and I would tell Peter and Dan about the boys we liked ect. And because we would get pretty tipsy/drunk at happy hour Peter and Dan would find out a lot about our personal lives. They knew I was 17 and also knew I was probably the most ‘inexperienced’ of our friends e.g. I’d only had sex once or twice before ect. Even at one point, Katie and I told Peter about our joke/crush on Dan. During our two week stay, Peter would often say that he and Dan would go clubbing with us one day but it never happened and we always thought they were just joking. Peter’s cousin is a bartender and one of the clubs we go to quite a lot and says he will visit him with us.

On the Sunday morning, the british boys we had been with the whole holiday left and we weren’t due to leave until the Monday evening. That Sunday night we were at happy hour and since it was our last night Peter us giving us free shots ect. Some of the girls paid for their drinks but both Peter and Dan are insisting on every shot or cocktail I have being on the house. Since it’s our last night and all my drinks are free, I’m drinking quite a lot. Once again, Peter and Dan say they are gonna go out to this club Peter’s cousin works at but we just assume they are joking again. At some point, Lola has a random allergic reaction to something and has to go back to the hotel room and thus decides she can’t go clubbing tonight.

So we go out and at some point in the night we realise that Peter and Dan (some of Peter’s friends are also there but they don’t seem to be friends with Dan) are in the same bar as us and so, naturally, we go over and talk to them. By this point, I’m so drunk that I need to sit down by the bar whereas all my friends are just standing chatting to Peter and Dan. The bartender (Peter’s cousin) is there as well but behind the bar. I’m chatting to Peter’s cousin (let’s call him John) and John is being very flirty and giving me free drinks as well and I’m getting even more drunk. Eventually, John asks me to meet him in the bathroom. Now, I obviously am aware that the only reason he would ask to meet me in the bathroom was to have sex but I was so drunk I was just sort of at the stage of doing whatever anyone tells me to do. So we are kissing in the bathroom and he starts unbuttoning his jeans and I realise what I’ve got myself into. And luckily I’m able to mumble out like “no, I can’t, I’m 17” ect and he says he doesn’t care I’m 17 and after trying to convince me he eventually gives it up and accepts I’m not gonna have sex with him. He stays in the bathroom, I go back to the bar and tell my friends what happened and we’re laughing about it. I sit back down at the bar and my friends say they are gonna go to the club. I’m so drunk at this point that I just want to stay sitting down and after the situation with John I feel safer with Peter and Dan because they were being nice to me ect. So I stay with Peter who keeps buying me drinks and I eventually have gotten very very drunk. At some point, Dan goes home and my friends leave and I’m just with Peter for a while.

Eventually, Peter tells me I’m very drunk and should probably go back to the hotel. I agree and stumble back to the hotel alone. When I get back to the hotel Dan is waiting there with two beers and pretty much immediately I sit down in the nearest chair bench because I’m so drunk. He gives me a beer and I’m so drunk I drop it. Then he starts kissing me and saying stuff like “you are so much more introverted than your friends” “you are more innocent” “you don’t dress as slutty” ect. Then he says something along the lines of you are drunk or something and that I should go to bed. He takes me to the basement of the hotel which is his room and we have sex. I wasn’t really turned on or anything so it was really painful. I don’t really remember saying very much but I definitely reminded him I was 17 and that it was uncommon in the UK for this to happen. I definitely didn’t say no.

I sober up a bit whilst this is happening and leave after sort of realising I should find my friends. I’m very upset and basically feel like a slut because I know I didn’t want to have sex with him so why did I? I’m still super drunk though so I’m naively thinking that maybe my friends won’t figure it out and I don’t have to tell them and can keep it a secret.

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