Molly – Chapter Three

The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. If you want to read more about my history and how this all got started, read the prologue and chapters 1 and 2.

Chapter 3

“What the FUCK are you doing here?” Sandra screamed at me. Gee, I guess she hasn’t gotten over my part in her getting expelled. But I wasn’t here to talk about the past, I was more concerned with the future.
“Nice to see you too Sandra. I need to talk to your sister.”

“She isn’t here asshole, so go away or I’ll call the cops.”

I knew that arguing with her was a bad idea, so I tried a different tactic, “Look, I’m here to help her. She could get into a lot of trouble for what happened today. I know she is lying and if she keeps it up she could end up expelled, and maybe even go to jail.”

Sandra glared at me, “What happened today?” So I told her. When I was done, her shoulders slumped and she invited me in. We went into the living room. I sat in the easy chair and she took the couch opposite me. “You said you wanted to help. How can you help my sister?”

“I know they used a key to get into the locker room.”

Sandra jumped as if hit by an electric shock. “How do you know that?”

“I locked the doors, and I checked with everyone else who had a key.” Okay, that was a lie, but I could sense Sandra knew something about this. I continued, “No one opened the door so they must have had a key. I think Alyssa got one somehow and is forcing your sister to cover for her.”

Sandra looked at me nervously, “What if it isn’t Alyssa who has a key? Would you still help Christie?”

My mouth gaped, “You know. How do you know?”

Sandra shifted on the couch. “Well, I kinda gave it to her.”

To say I was shocked is an understatement. “How in the hell did you get a key?”

Sandra shifted more and looked down as she began wringing her hands. I didn’t think I could be more shocked by this conversation. I was wrong. She whispered, “I got it from Molly.”

I stared at her. I couldn’t be hearing her correctly. “Molly, the dance teacher? Molly Daniels?” Sandra meekly nodded. “Why would she give you a key?”

Sandra fidgeted on the couch, “Well. I sorta know a secret about her. So I told her if she gave me a key I wouldn’t tell her husband.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her, “What secret could you possibly have on her that she would risk her job by giving you that key?” My anger from earlier was returning and it bled through into my voice.

Sandra sighed, “I have a video of her.”

“A video? Of what?”

“I was out with friends and we snuck into La Bare. It’s a women’s club. With male dancers . . .”

“I know what it is Sandra. So how does Molly fit into your story?”

“She was there with friends. It must have been one of a bachelorette party or something, as one of the women had a tiara.” I motioned for her to continue, “Molly was drinking and getting very handsy with the dancers. She hadn’t seen me, so I hid behind a column and watched her. One of the guys gave the lady in the tiara a lap dance and Molly ground against him from behind. I couldn’t believe it, so I pulled out my phone. When he was done, she kissed him. Like full on the mouth kissing. With tongue. He whispered in her ear and then led her out of the room. I followed them. He took her to the dressing room and they started making out, then he bent her over and fucked her. I recorded it all, and she let him cum in her mouth.”

“BULL SHIT! You lied about me to try to get out of trouble and now you’re doing it again. I came here to find out the truth not hear more of your vindictive lies. Tell your sister that she is on her own.” I stood and headed for the door.

“Wait! I can prove it!”

I stopped and turned, “If you are lying I will make certain your sister gets expelled and I may even press charges for recording me like that without my permission.”

She stood and left the room. A minute later she was back, holding her cell phone. “I still have the video saved. It was pretty hot and I sometimes watch it when I’m alone.” She tapped a few icons and then handed me the phone. Sure enough, there was Molly rubbing her body all over the nearly naked dancer. He was wearing a g-string but had pulled it to the side and was feeding his cock to a woman wearing a tiara. He had no hair whatsoever. It looked like he had sprayed it with whipped cream before sliding it into her mouth. The woman was too drunk to give a good blowjob, so the guy pulled it out and simply stroked it. Then he grabbed Molly’s hand and had her stroke him. Everyone cheered and Molly stroked him faster, her eyes riveted to his hard cock as she pumped it. When the song ended, Molly grabbed him and kissed him passionately. He led her out of the room and the area was again filled with cheers as the women all knew what was about to happen. Once in the dressing room, he pulled Molly to him and kissed her as his hands flowed over her body.