Sara:

You were a problem child
Been grounded your whole life
So now you running wild
Playing with them good girls
No that ain’t your style

Sara sang to me, giving me a very seductive smile.

You think your hot shit
You cool, I love it, I love it
Yeah, yeah
Stumbling but yeah, you’re still looking hella fine
Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ma make you mine

The talented singer looped her pointer fingers in my front belt loops and pulled me closer to her. There was a lot of encouragement from the crowd as Sara began grinding into me. I did my best to ignore the wave of guilt that hit me, and just let the girl finish her song.  

Well, you’re a hot mess and I’m falling for you
And I’m like hot damn let me make you my boo
cause you can shake it shake it shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You’re a hot mess
I’m loving it, hell yes

She sang the whole chorus only a few inches from my face, her hot breath tickling my face. Pulling me to the other side of the stage by the neck of my shirt, she continued with the next verse.

I’ve been hypnotized
The city’s your playground,
I watch you take a bite
At 5am roaming in the streets
Drunk all night

Sara came up behind me and placed her hands at my waist, swaying to the music she moved my body in sync with hers. Closing my eyes, all I could picture was how it had been Spencer’s hands that had been pleasuring me earlier, causing me to instantly pull away from the musicians grip. My sudden action caused a devious grin to play at her lips.

You think your hot shit
You cool, I love it, I love it
Yeah, yeah
Stumbling but yeah, you’re still looking hella fine
Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ma make you mine

I looked around for a way to get off the stage as Sara began the chorus again. I finally found a set of stairs and began to head towards them, but was stopped by a firm hand on my wrist. I struggled against her restraint, but it was no use.

Well, you’re a hot mess and I’m falling for you
And I’m like hot damn, let me make you my boo
cause you can shake it shake it shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You’re a hot mess
I’m loving it, hell yes

The musician finished the verse and quickly brought her hand up to the back of my neck, forcing my lips on hers. She shoved her hot tongue in my mouth and all I could think about was Spencer. Once Sara had loosened her grip on my neck I jerked away and to say she looked pissed would be an understatement.

Fuck the stairs! I thought as I jumped down from the stage and pushed my way through mob of people, all their questioning eyes on me.

Ashley: SPENCER!

I yelled out, but it was no use. Even if she did hear me over the loud music, I wouldn’t blame her if she never spoke to me again.

Ashley: Damnit!

 I slammed my fist into a nearby wall. I never ever in a million years wanted to hurt Spencer. She means everything to me and I fucked up big. I hopelessly trudged my way over to a bar stool, leaned my elbows on the bar, and sank my head in my hands.

Kristen: Ash what the hell was that?

I jumped at the sudden hand on my shoulder.

Ashley: I don’t know Kristen. It just happened alright? I tried to get away, but she was fucking relentless!

Tears began to stream down my face and Kristen pulled me into her warm embrace and whispered soothingly in my ear that it would all be okay… but would it? All I know is that I really needed to find Spencer… and quickly. Pulling away from kristens arms, I gave her a serious look.

Ashley: I think I have a plan.