Faith
Faith logged off the Net feeling energetic. She wanted to go out, to kill something. She missed Zac. Despite what she said to everyone, she was hurting, she needed him. But he didn't need her. And that hurt her too much when she thought about it. So she needed to get her mind off it by doing something else. And she knew just what that was.
She dressed carefully in crotchless leather chaps and spanky pants, a see through black singlet with a black bra and headed out the door, shrugging a jacket on and tucking a knife into the pocket.
Faith reached P3 and strode inside the doors, gaining appreciative stares from the males, but death stares from the females. She revelled in the attention and grabbed the hands of a few guys and took them onto the dancefloor with her, spinning round, and rubbing herself against them.
She singled one out and concentrated her efforts on him.
"So, here alone?" he asked.
"Well, duh," Faith replied.
"Is there any place we can... I feel like you and I have a connection, or we could... what about behind the couch?"
"How about not? How about the back room?"
"But we can't get in there..."
Faith pulled the key out of her back pocket. "Lucky I work here then. Come with me." She danced her way to the back room and opened the door, winking at the guy and pulling him in. Where she and he... you know.
Afterwards, she pushed him out the door while he was still getting dressed, and she went off to find some more guys to 'connect with'. The guy she was just with looked outraged, but she simply backhanded him discreetly and went to dance with a group of new guys.
A few hours and a few conquests later, Faith was on her way home, basking in the aftermath of all the times she'd had sex that night. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was wrong, but she didn't care.