She takes a drink, then heads backstage

She licked her lips and for a few seconds she watched a couple dance while she made her decision. The petite redheaded girl stood with her back to her lover and playfully grinded her butt against his groin while his hands rested on her hips.

“Fuck!” Jessica whispered as she felt her pussy twitch with pleasure. She swiped a few loose strands behind her ear and moved. Just get some distance between yourself and the restrooms, girl, before one of the men comes out and decides to hit on you! She definitely needed another drink, then she would head backstage.

Heading straight for the bar she ordered two more shots of Tequila. She paid and quickly downed first one, then the other, her face contorting as the **** burned. Fuck Tequila!

“Hey, babe!”

She turned towards the voice. Next to her was a short, dark-haired man, cockily leaning against the bar as he smiled at her confidently.

“Hi!” she answered with a flirtatious smile. Before she even knew what she was doing she felt herself push her chest out as she looked into the man’s eyes.

“You know,” the man said with a grin, his voice slightly slurry, “I couldn’t help but check out your ass…”

“Oh yeah?” she winked, feeling her pussy tingle with excitement as the man moved in closer.

“Yeah,” the man growled, “I bet it feels as tight as it looks… I bet you’d squeal with ecstasy if I’d shove my cock up your butt…”

He placed his hand on her left buttock and gave her a rough squeeze. Somehow, the feeling of his hand on her ass and the crude words brought her a sliver of clarity. What the fuck was wrong with her? A couple of drags from some joint and she went into heat like her alter ego Max? She bit her inner cheek and without another word she turned and left the surprised man alone, disappearing in the crowd.

Disoriented Jessica stumbled across the dance floor, unsure where she was going or what exactly she was doing. She just kept moving in the faint hope to find the entrance to the backstage area. Two times someone from the crowd came up behind her and roughly squeezed her ass, but every time she twirled around the culprit had disappeared back in the crowd and she only looked around in confusion. One time the molester got even bolder and she shrieked with shock when she felt the intrusive hand sneak into her pants and cup her bare ass-cheek, so brazenly and deep that one of his fingers even brushed against her asshole, but even this time: she twirled around and faced no one. She began to wonder whether she was imagining things, that her weed-induced mind was playing tricks on her.

Finally she found herself in front of a door close to the stage, guarded by an enormous black man in a too tight, black security shirt. She smiled sweetly and quickly fumbled her backstage pass out and showed it to the man. He glanced at it and stepped aside, letting her through.