(This chapter contains material that some readers may find offensive or disturbing. This includes suggestions of drink spiking. Reader discretion is advised)
Matt and his gorgeous girlfriend could have danced the waltz all evening.
"Matty, I have to use the restroom. Might we have a little break?" Jenny asked.
"Of course, sweetie, take your time I'll go get some drinks for us." After he gave her a quick kiss, she melted into the crowds and headed for the restroom.
He didnt notice that a pink-haired girl followed her into the restroom.
"O.M.G. That is such a cute dress! Where did you get it?" she asked Jenny.
Jenny turned around blushing from the compliment. "Oh, thanks so much! Your dress looks pretty too. I got mine from that store around the corner from campus. We almost look like twinsies," she giggled.
"Oh, totally twinsies! I got mine from the same store, so clearly we have the same taste. I'm Bailey, by the way," she said, extending her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Bailey. I'm Jenny," she introduced herself, shaking her hand. "I'm so sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to... like... go."
Bailey nodded, pulling a knowing face. "Oh, yes, of course. Please, go ahead."
"Sure thing," Jenny said gratefully.
Bailey quickly stole the key from inside the door. Once it was closed, she quietly locked it from the outside without Jenny noticing. As she walked away, she smiled wickedly, knowing she now had someone all to herself tonight.
"Heya, handsome," she said to Matt who was holding two drinks, one for himself and one for Jenny. He turned to see very pretty pink-haired girl looking up at him with big sparkling eyes. Her dress was strikingly similar to Jenny's.
"Hi there," he responded, putting the drinks down to shake her hand.
"I'm Bailey, a friend of Ana, your sister," she said, shaking his hand. "She's told me so much about you and what a fantastic football player you are."
Matt relaxed, feeling bashful at her praise. "Gosh, thanks, I appreciate that."
"Would you like to dance?" she asked in her sweetest voice.
"Um, I would, but my girlfriend will be right back, and she'll be expecting to find me here," he replied awkwardly.
"Oh, where is she?" Bailey asked, making him look in the direction Jenny had gone. While he was distracted, Bailey quickly slipped a liquid concoction from her sleeve into Matt's drink. When he looked back, she was holding out his drink, enticing him to take it.
"Well, if you can't dance with me, at least have a drink with me. A toast to new friendship," she announced.
Matt nodded and took his drink from Bailey. "Cheers, girl!" He downed his drink as she suggested, and she watched him as she did the same.
A few minutes later, he held his head and swayed. "Whoa, that drink was strong. How much booze did they put in there?"
"Oh no, Matt, you don't look great. Come, let me help you get to a place where you can sit down," Bailey acted worried as she put his arm around her shoulders and started walking towards the private rooms.
Once they found the room at the end of the hall, she opened the door and guided a confused, dizzy Matt to the couch inside. She closed the door, keeping the lights off. "Hey, Matty," she whispered seductively.
"Jenny, my babe. I've been wondering where you were. Come sit on my lap, babe," he slurred, squinting to get a good look at her. Though it was dark, he could make out the outline of her gorgeous hair and slender body that he loved to touch.
Bailey did as he requested, sitting on his lap. He grabbed her face and gave her the hungriest kiss he had ever given. Incredibly aroused, he could feel it as they devoured each other's mouths, indulging in absolute ecstasy. She pulled up her dress and started rubbing against his arousal with her wet panties, moving up and down. It felt so good to both of them that she couldn't help crying out, "Oh fuck yes, Matt!"
"Fuck me, baby," he seductively whispered in her ear.
Just as she was about to unzip his pants, the door slammed open, and Anastasia stood in the doorway.
"Matt! What the fuck are you doing?"
Anastasia put on the light and stormed up to the pink-haired girl she recognized as Bailey who still had her mask on and pushed her off Matt.
"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing?" Bailey demanded.
"Matt? Matthew?" Anastasia looked at Matt who appeared so drunk that he could barely focus. "Matt, how did you manage to drink so much? Come let's get you out of here!"
"Now wait just a minute –" Bailey began.
"You! I knew there was something off about you! Stay the fuck away from my brother, do you understand me?" Anastasia yelled, struggling to get her brother to stand.
"Ana, c'mon bro, Jenny and I were having a good time. What's your deal? Damn why am I so drunk. I just had one drink," Matt slurred.
"Matt, did Bailey hand you a drink?" Anastasia questioned.
"That girl with pink hair? Uh yeah, she wanted to toast to being friends while I waited for Jenny to return from the bathroom." Matt slurred so much at this point that he was barely understandable, but she heard enough to know that he was not drunk.
She stopped, placed Matt back on the couch, and approached Bailey with a fury she hadn't shown in years.
"Ah, now it makes sense. You put something in my brother's drink, pretended to be Jenny, and you nearly assaulted him? Am I getting that right, Bailey?" Anastasia demanded, stepping so close to Bailey that she had to back up.
Matt came out of his daze for a moment and gasped. "Wait, that wasn't Jenny on my lap? Shit, I am so fucked. Jenny is going to kill me." Matt put his head down in his hands and tried to understand the situation but was too dazed and confused to comprehend its seriousness.
"So what?" Bailey said mockingly. "Matt was enjoying himself until you interfered."
Anastasia's vision went red. "Can you not see he's halfway to passing out because of whatever you slipped into his drink? Listen, you little bitch, if you ever come near Matthew again or even look in his direction, no one on earth will be able to protect you from me. You got it?"
"I will be seeing him sooner than you think," Bailey smiled wickedly. There was something disturbingly familiar in that smile, but Anastasia's mind went blank.
The next thing she knew, her fist connected with Bailey's face, sending her flying backward onto the floor.