Even over the music, Sarah could hear Zoe's giggles as she was sitting on Trevor's lap. The man was rubbing her thigh across her leather tights. He seemed to take a liking to her again when she told the bartender who spilt a bit of Trevor's whiskey that she was "a useless bitch with hands like a fat gorilla." It wasn't elegant, but Trevor seemed to like it. What an idiot.
Meanwhile, Carter had the good idea for Sarah to start grinding on his lap in time to the music. Easily done, Sarah had dance lessons since she was 5. In fact, it seemed the longer she was around these guys, the less inventive they appeared. Maybe they were just dumb assholes?
"You're so pretty," Carter moaned. Sarah brushed her thigh against his crotch. Hard, but not very big. Typical.
"I know," she said, straddling him and twisting her body to the bassline of the song. Being a cheerleader, this was nearly like a job to her.
She never understood how girls could get so horny by doing this. Maybe if it was with someone handsome, not a tweaked like Carter. Someone like Biff. Oh, Biff was so nice, why did she have to treat him like that.
On the couch beside them, Sarah's purse started to ring. She hoped off of Carter's lap, and reached for her phone. It was her Dad calling. She looked at the time. Oh. That was late.
"I've got to take this!" Sarah called out, quickly moving towards the toilets to get away from the music. Trevor was to involved with making out with Zoe to even notice.
"Sarah!" Mr MacMillan called out over the phone.
"Hi daddy. Sorry I'm not back yet, there was some drama and stuff-"
"I told you sweetie, don't say and stuff. Just say here was drama."
"Sorry daddy."
"I was very worried sweetheart. I'm just glad you're ok. I'd like you to come home, where are you?"
Sarah looked around at the dark nightclub she found herself in. Chains, cages, Latin symbols? It chic was really was getting too much for her. "I'm... at the Spiked Pit."
"Spiked Pit? Did boy tell you to go there? Alright I'm sending the driver, he'll pick you up in-"
Suddenly Sarah heard a gruff voice beside her. "You want to tell him you're staying at a friend's house." She turned quickly to see the overbearing figure of Roy standing over her. He was smiling, but there was something else in his eyes. Something darker than the decor of this club.
"I'm staying at a friend's place tonight daddy," Sarah repeated into the phone. She needed to say it.
"A friend? Who? I can pick you there if you want?"
Roy spoke again. "You want to tell him you have a new daddy now."
"I... I have a new daddy now," Sarah muttered. Of course she wanted to tell him, but it was so wrong. Why couldn't she have done it later.
"A new... who is making you say this sweetie? Sarah?!" Mr Macmillan's voice was cut off by Roy's hand reaching forward and hanging up the line. Sarah had her back to the wall, no escape for the large man.
"You missed the good news, girl," Roy growled, "I just got a call. We found what we are looking for."
"Oh... uhh," it was not often Sarah Macmillan was lost for words. But being in this man's presence. It was terrifying.
"So the boys and Zoe are going to take a trip to get it. I've been left with the lonely job of waiting to meet with our boss. So I've decided you're coming along to."
"I'm... don't really think... I should," Sarah had her eyes locked with his. Why couldn't she look away.
"Oh you definitely shouldn't. But you want to," he stated. Roy gently grabbed some of her hair, brought it to his nose and sniffed deeply. "Ah. There's just something about blondes, don't you think?"
