It was fun, watching the blonde become increasingly daring with her flirtations. Ashley felt so conflicted, wanting to scratch that itch yet also wanting to remain faithful. But when Spencer crawled on top of her, Ashley’s mind flashed back to a couple of months before she met Delilah, when she was still living life like a rockstar. The night that changed everything and made Ashley straighten her life up.

Ashley had just lost the girl she was into. Turns out, Ashley was just a sexual experiment. As soon as the girl’s boyfriend took her back, Ashley was left alone faster than she could say “call me”. So she went out to her favorite bar, intent on drowning her sorrows in a bottle of San Jose. Before long, girls were throwing themselves at her. It went on all night. A random girl would try to chat her up, and she would flat out reject her. But after one hour of feeling sorry for herself, Ashley was getting pretty sick of her pity party for one.

So she said yes to the very next girl who hit on her. Downing the rest of her tequila, they went back to the girl’s house and proceeded to have the craziest sex of Ashley’s life at that point. Ashley left feeling on top of the world, and her world came crashing down the next day when her lawyers contacted her, notifying her of a claim a certain French girl had. A sex-tape related claim. What’s worse, the claim brought along its best friend, a rape charge.

The girl was accusing Ashley of slipping her a drug and then taking advantage of her. Ashley was pretty sure it wasn’t true, but her memory was quite foggy as well. And the girl had a tape. One and one made two.

The entire month was hell for Ashley. Her father was on her side, naturally, but he was too pissed off with Ashley to even look at her, especially since he was on the brink of signing some up-and-coming French rock band. It was bad publicity, he had said. Instead, he threw a team of lawyers at Ashley and told her to clean up her act or he’d be forced to disown her.