The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part I: I Want To Be Your Little Slut

I: Marie and Lexi

Marie

Marie's body vibrated with the club's near-deafening music as she walked toward the bar. She had just turned twenty in September, but her fake hadn't failed her yet. And she needed a drink. Bad.

As she went up to the bar and ordered a kamikaze shot, Marie scanned the dance floor. The dim lighting didn't allow her to see too much, but she glimpsed more than enough cute girls to let her know coming out tonight hadn't been a waste.

She'd been horny all week, and nothing seemed to satisfy her. Alice and Leah weren't interested in anything more than a drunk make-out sesh now that Liam...

Don't think about him. You're here to have fun and get him out of your fucking head.

Marie downed the shot immediately when it came, thankful for the distraction. She paid for the drink, tipping the bartender, then looked toward the dance floor again.

She'd come here alone instead of going out with friends or to any school parties because she didn't want to develop a reputation with her sisters--and because it was easier to find girls to hook up with at a gay-club--but she still felt hesitant. She'd already decided she didn't want casual sex with a guy. That didn't appeal to her, and even if it did, doing so would just be proving Liam right.

"Is there anything between us other than sex anymore?"

Marie shook herself, realizing she had her phone out and open to her texts with Liam. She'd pleaded with him to give her another chance, promised she would try this time, and be an actual girlfriend like he deserved.

Looking at them just made her feel pathetic.

For a moment, Marie was tempted to order another shot. Instead, she pushed away from the bar and took a few steps toward the mass of dancing people. She stopped however, biting her lip. She felt so awkward just going in there alone, but she didn't really have any friends to go out with.

Sophie and Blake wouldn't have judged her, but Sophie didn't seem like the type to go out dancing. Blake might have come, but things had been tense between them ever since that night, and Blake had just gotten more distant since Marie had told her about Liam and propositioned her.

She could have done that for me at the very least. Her problem before was that I was with Liam, so why wouldn't she sleep with me once he dumped me.

A pop made Marie blink, and she realized she was clenching her fists. She was angry.

At Blake? Or at myself? Marie sighed. Suddenly, she just wanted to go home. But she knew that all that waited there for her right now was an empty, silent room and an unsatisfying night with her toys. She was too horny--had been too horny all week--for that.

No sense waiting here all night.

Marie finally walked onto the dance floor, looking around as she made her way through the people--just in case.

If Ashley finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it.

Marie already had enough to worry about in that area.

Once she was in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by couples and small groups of dancing people, Marie felt awkward again. She wished she could have told someone about this, or at least had someone to bring along with her, but the only people she would have felt remotely comfortable talking to about this were Blake and Stephanie. The latter was on the opposite coast, and Marie hadn't talked with her that much lately, either.