Go get Taylor

Jessica and Debbie can wait, if one of the other teachers or a board members were to show up Taylor would be in serious trouble. Excusing yourself you head out to the dance floor to get your friend. As you make your way through the swaying girls you call out to Taylor. As she looks at you, you see Concheta slide her hand down and grab Taylor’s ass. This startles her and she pushes the younger girls hand away and tries to step away. Concheta wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her back forcefully pressing into her back and begins to whisper into Taylor’s ear with an angry look on her face. Taylor says something and nods in your direction causing her to look. As she sees you a wicked smile forms on Concheta’s face and she begins to grind her body against Taylor’s and whisper into her ear again.

Whatever she is saying causes a look of fear mixed something you can’t place on Taylor’s face and she shakes her head no almost imperceptibly. As you stand there too stunned to move one of the girls in the crowd accidentally steps on your injured ankle causing you to cry out and fall to the floor.

Taylor is by your side in a second accompanied by Concheta and Hillary. “Jane are you ok?” she asks a look of concern on her face.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there”, says the girl who stepped on you. She’s a petite blond whose long hair is in a pony tail with bangs over her hazel eyes. She has on a tight light blue t-shirt with a logo on the front that you can't quite make out as she leans over you with her hands on her knees, a pair of hip huggers and some ankle high hiking shoes with a heavy tread.

"Calamity Kristen strikes again" says Concheta with a playful hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Nice going I think you just broke the guest of honor. It's a wonder you haven't killed some one on the soccer pitch."

"Fuck off Connie" the blond, Kristen you remind yourself, retorts. "It was a total accident."

"Girls, enough!" Taylor admonishes them, drawing a dirty look from Concheta. "Jane, how bad is it, can you walk?"

"I'm not sure, give me a hand up?" Taylor takes one of your hands and Hillary the other and they lift you off the floor. The moment they let go and you put weight on the ankle you feel a sharp jolt of pain and it buckles under your weight. Luckily Concheta is right behind you and catches you before you can fall again. As she grabs hold of you one of her arms wraps around you just below your breasts, the other wraps around your waist with her fingers tracing the waistband of your skirt. As she holds you tight against her body, presumably to keep you from falling, you feel here ample breasts press against you and can smell her perfume. The situation reminds you of the possessive way she had grabbed Taylor a moment ago and you are suddenly uncomfortable being in her grasp.

"Well I guess that's a no" Concheta says from behind you. As you shift uncomfortably you feel her nipples harden and rub against your back and realize that she isn't wearing a bra. "Relax Miss Doe if you keep fidgeting I might drop you" she says and pulls you tighter against her.

"Hear", Taylor says stepping next to you, "put one arm around each of us and we'll help you to one of the guest rooms". You gratefully accept and untangle yourself from Conchetas' grasp. The two of them then lead you down out of the hall and up an elevator up to the guest rooms, with Hillary and Kristen following along. Once there they set you down on the bed as Kristen uses some extra pillows to elevate your ankle. "Thanks” you say to the nervous young blond as she gingerly arranges the pillows while trying not to cause you any further pain.

As Taylor and the girls try to make you comfortable you look around and take in the room. It’s large and well furnished, with a queen sized bed, a night stand, a dresser with a vanity, and a large wardrobe. There is a door that you guess connects to another room like you see in hotels and another that leads to a private bath room. The bed is comfortable and helps you relax a little.

“We should take your boot off and see how bad it is” Taylor suggests. You nod in agreement but before you can begin to reach for it Kristen gently lifts your foot and begins to gingerly work our boot off. Even though she is doing her best to be gentle the pain is still bad and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. After all the girl obviously feels guilty about hurting you and you don’t want to upset her further, besides it probably wouldn’t have been as bad if your ankle wasn’t already injured. As she begins to tug on the heel you grab the comforter with both hands and inhale sharply. Taylor takes your hand and you look at your friend thankfully. When the boot finally comes off Kristen sees the ace wrap and looks at you questioningly.

“I turned my ankle at swim practice the other day so I wrapped it for support.” You explain.

“Well at least I didn’t cause all he damage” she says relived. As she begins to unwrap the ace you feel the ankle begin to throb and squeeze Taylor’s hand. You feel her squeeze back and place her other hand on your shoulder. When Kristen is finished unwrapping it you can see it has turned a angry purple color and is beginning to swell. “Oh shit,” she mutters, “was it that bad before?” she looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Well it didn’t look that bad at practice today” Hillary volunteers. “And she didn’t have a problem walking earlier”.

“Crap” Kristen says looking mortified. “I… I’ll go get you some ice for the swelling.” She heads out after gently placing your ankle back on the pillows unable to meet your gaze.

“I think I saw Nurse Song downstairs” Taylor says. “Will you be ok if I head out to find her?”

“I’ll be fine” you assure her with a smile she squeezes your hand before taking off.

“Well if she can’t find her I know one of the student trainers is here. I’ll be back as soon as I find her.” Hillary says leaving you alone, at some point Concheta slipped out without you noticing.

As you lie there you reflect on today's events and decide that you can't wait for it to end so you can spend the entire weekend recuperating by sitting on the couch doing nothing but watching movies. While you wait for someone to come back and check on you the softness of the bed and distant hum of the music combine to relax you and before you know it you drift off to sleep.

You are awakened a short time later, only fifteen minutes according to your watch, by a sound. coming from the adjoining room. The door between the two appears to be open a bit, as if someone had been looking in on you, and you can hear two voices coming from the other room. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you gingerly make your way over and peek through the crack in the door.