Lights flashing, music blaring, my eardrums giving up, earlier signs of migraine starting to show, with a tray full of god-awful drinks in my hand a bright smile on my face, and a microphone on me, I trudged carefully among the guests, trying every time to not just stab the pervert in the heart, who tries to smack my butt, grope it inappropriately, the shiver of disgust was too much to bear but I endured with a heavy heart, pretending I didn't notice their hands, skimming up my leg towards forbidden places.
"You wouldn't want to go there," clutching their hand between my thighs, exerting all my force so I get to hear that crunch, I waved my finger in front of his face, who by the way thought I was joking, sick fools.
"I might just want to," I underestimated his strength, in one move he was able to set free his hand, and I had to do something, until an idea popped up in my mind, smiling shyly I bent and whispered in his ear, his eyes flashed like a hungry greedy pig.
