Free Revenge by Sierra Rose Page A

We’re lucky women can have several different types. It must be so boring for guys. Just one flavor on the menu, and all of them are fast food,” I said with a giggle.
    “At least clitoral orgasms work for me. All I have to do is rub that baby in a circular motion during penetration, and it’s on.” She sighed. “When I find my next boyfriend, I’m determined to try and have a G-spot orgasm.”
    “Well, it’s not for everyone. Some women have discomfort, others don’t feel much, and then there are others who have multiple orgasms.”
    “Hopefully, option three is in my future.”
    ***
    Art and I talked after classes every day and flirted nonstop at the bar. By the time Saturday arrived, I was so excited that I’d be walking into that formal on the arm of the hottest guy there.
    It was mine and Debbie’s turn to clean up the theater after acting class, so I figured I’d just get dressed there, when we were done straightening the place up. It was unbelievable how much of a mess a few college students could make in a one-hour acting class, but it didn’t take us long.
    “Not too bad, I guess,” I said.
    “Yeah, just a few costumes and cleaning the mirrors. No biggie.”
    Since messy was the in thing, I didn’t do my bun to perfection. It looked great with my strapless, glittery dress because it showed off my neckline. I put on matching, shiny jewelry and truly felt like a celebrity about to walk the red carpet.
    Debbie wore a tight-fitting, curve-hugging, black dress with spaghetti straps. As for her hair, she let loose waves cascade down her back.
    “You look beautiful,” I said.
    “Thank you. You look like a million bucks too.”
    When she left to use the restroom, I fussed with my makeup. I heard footsteps in the hall and yelled for Debbie.
    No answer.
    “Debbie!” I called again.
    A chill shot down my spine as I stood. A shadow emerged from the darkness, and I stepped back.
    “Hi, Alexis. You love pranks, right? I figured you’d really enjoy this one.”
    No freakin’ way! Brad was the last person I wanted to deal with. “I thought you left with everyone else,” I said.
    I hated being in class with him, considering all the bad blood between us. I’d broken the rules about dating classmates and co-workers, and this one had come back to bite me in the butt.
    “Nope,” he said snidely. “I’ve just been sort of…lying in wait.”
    “So what? You’re stalking me now?” I asked.
    “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just here for good, old-fashioned payback, that’s all.”
    “What do you want?” I asked.
    “Simple. Revenge for that Facebook stunt you pulled on me. My father, the vice president of this college, was not happy.”
    “I’m sorry. I know things got out of hand, and I do feel bad for that. We’d all been drinking, and—”
    He held up his hand to stop me and stared into my eyes. “You look so pretty tonight, just ravishing.”
    “Thanks, Brad.” I took a few steps back. “Listen, I’ve gotta go. I don’t wanna be late.”
    He dangled the handcuffs in front of me, the fuzzy pink ones I’d used on him at the party. “Must you leave so soon?”
    “Brad!” I said, my heart sinking to the floor. “This isn’t funny.” I knew how pissed he was at me. What I didn’t know was just how far he would go to seek revenge.
    “I thought we could have a little fun,” he said.
    “Not a chance, you asshole!”
    I tried to leave, but he stepped in my path and shoved me roughly up against the wall, almost making me topple over in my stilettos. “You’re gonna do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you understand?”
    Realizing that he was getting a bit violent, I knew I needed to stay calm. I didn’t want to enrage him further, as I had no idea what he was capable of. “You know, I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hasty,” I said, trying to keep the shaking out of my voice. “Maybe we could go out on a second date.”
    “Please,” he said. “Why should I believe one