We meet each other at the entrance to the restrooms. I give her a glancing look and harmful smile. She gives me a little wink and we part our ways. No...way I am going to fall into her little plan of attention, only to go home and have to take care of myself. There has been too much of that lately, and tonight I’m looking for a sure thing. As I leave I see her standing like she is waiting for something. She turns to me and asks me out onto the dance floor. I ask her what about all her admirers. Passionately. I broke the kiss, pushing him away, "Brent, you're with Ella!" I yelled, trying to figure out what just happened. "I don't care, seeing your ass bounce as you ran away from me, it turned me on Bec, I couldn't help myself." He came closer, I moved away, "I.. no! I wouldn't do this to someone! Brent, go away!" I protested, turning around and slightly blushing as I walked home. But before I could even take two steps he grabbed my arm. "No, Becky!" He pleaded, "I think I love you!" I. Then they look me up and down, look back to your face and you smile and blush. As the elevator reaches the next floor, the door slides open and they ask if this is our floor. I look at you, smile, and then tell them, “No, I think I will escort this lady on up." Then I look at you and ask, “What was your name again ma’am”. They get off the elevator and as the door begins to close I say, “I think I should know if I’m going to fuck you on this elevator.” The women gasp and look back quickly at us,. Jennie grabbed the tail ends of the pullover and tied them together to make the trap conclusive.At this point, Kristen was beginning to sob.“That’s it, you fucking whore,” Jennie spit out at her. “You cry; you’re going to cry a lot harder before I’m through with you. I AM ROGER SAVAGE’S FUCKING GIRLFRIEND, YOU CUNT!”With each of those words, Jennie landed a slap to Kristen’s panty covered ass, which was still exposed.“Okay,” Jennie exploded then, as though she’d just thought of something new,.