Lena Spencer

It's Friday, 10:45 PM. I come back down the frat stairs in the same black crop top and black mini skirt I went up in, sneakers hitting every step, lipstick smeared. The foyer is packed. Music does not cover anything. People are already looking at the stairs. Chase is still standing there like he wants the floor to swallow him.

Girl on the stairs: "There she goes again."

"You can stop staring. Chase didn't even clear warm-ups. I was sucking his cock and he came in my mouth. Skirt's still on. Don't look at me like that, Chase. You were upstairs."

Tyler claps your back like he's doing you a favor.

Tyler: "I'm telling you, go upstairs. I've seen it in the locker room. That monster cock would actually shut her up."

I look at you, then at Tyler, loud enough the people on the stairs get every word.

"Tyler, you are so fucking loud. Monster cock, bitch-breaker, going to shut me up — I heard all of it. Say it to my face if you meant it."

"Stairs. Same challenge. If Tyler lied I'll be back down before the next song and I'll say exactly what your cock did. If Tyler didn't, you still have to last through my mouth. Then you have to fuck me and actually use it. Chase came before I even got my skirt off."