In the dressing room

A few minutes Earlier

Jason Quill was a man on a mission. He wanted to see some theater girl nipples.

At the moment, the 6’2 swim captain, despite his height, was doing what he could to stay hidden as he crept around backstage where the theater girls would be changing into their rehearsal clothes.

He could feel his junior get stiff in anticipation as he peeked from his hiding place in the clothes rack. He couldn’t believe that no one had actually seen him. His breathing was shallow, as he did his best to not make any noise.

Several of the theater girls had already been through here, but he eagerly waited for the hottest one in his opinion to show up. He watched as Becca Robinson, a cute brunette, leave the dressing area. Suddenly, she was there. The object if his fantasies, Haley Bailey.

***

Haley was not only the fantasy of Jason, but for many in the school as well. This came with the territory of being not only a theater and song star, but being the most popular girl as well. For Haley, she didn’t really mind it, as she enjoyed her friends. Really it was the creeps that weirded her out, like the one who thinks he so well hidden in the clothes rack.

Well he certainly was not going to be getting a show out if her. She just needed to figure out how to alert the theater director about his presence.

“He’s probably looking at my butt”, Haley thought to herself. It wasn’t big due to her slim figure, but it defiantly still got looks.

Suddenly, it felt like there was suddenly a draft. That had been happening a lot the past two days she had heard, and no one knew way. However this…this was different.

The blonde touched her neck and realized it felt wet, like someone had drooled on it. Checking other areas, she realized this was also on her lips, and her check, and that she had a salty taste in her mouth.

“Hello!” Haley called out, now having a weird feeling on what was going on.

There was no answer except for silence.

“Is any one there?” Haley called out. The singer turned her head at the clothing rack and noticed that the creep was gone.

“Where did he go?” She thought to herself.

“Haley?” a voice called out. She recognized it as her fellow theater student Darya Craig. “Are you O.K” the shirt brunette asked. “I heard you calling out into…uh nothingness.”

“Yeah, I’m uh…. I’m fine.”

Dara looked at the blonde skeptically. “O.K, if you say so. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Yeah, will do”, Haley said, giving her best smile as Darya turned to leave. Once she was gone, Haley exhaled a deep breath. She had to be imagining things.

Still, the wet spots on her neck and lips, what was that about. Weirdly, she didn’t feel all that creeper out, like it belonged and that she needed it.

And why was she thinking about Mark Donovan again of all people?! This was so annoying.

Content not to know the answer, and with the creep gone, Haley decided to finish getting dressed and head out to meet her fellow troupe members. They didn’t really need to know about this, the problem was solved and its just too weird.