The night goes well... until she gets a text

The group of friends made their way inside, stopping to get their photo taken as a group by the professional photographer the school had hired for the evening. After that they made their way to the auditorium, where everything was set up. Scores of tables had been set up, each seating up to eight people, and were covered by pure white tablecloths and table settings. A large dance floor had been constructed behind the tables, with a DJ setting up to the side of it. At the far end of the auditorium was a small stage, upon which sat a few microphone stands and a projector flashing images onto the large screen hanging from the ceiling. As easygoing party music emanated through the speakers and the slideshow of candid yearbook photos played on the large screen, more and more students filed into the large room. Mackenzie's group settled into a nearby table, towards the back of the room and prepared to have a stellar night.

Over the next hour and a half, as the prom got going, Mackenzie and her friends had a blast. They danced with their dates, exchanged greetings and stories with other friends they bumped into, and spent time taking breaks at the table together. Eventually, the dinner was served, and most people were in their seats eating, though a few couples were still on the dance floor.

Mackenzie was eating when she got the text. She hadn't paid much attention to her phone that night, given that almost anyone she'd use it to talk to would be here at the prom. But she heard the familiar jingle from her handbag and pulled out the device, curious who it could be. Mackenzie was confused when it seemed to be a video from a random number. But her confusion turned to shock when she played the video and immediately recognized it.

It was a video of a naked girl being spanked in what looked like a public bathroom. Mackenzie didn't have her phone's sound on, but if she did she would've heard the girl in the video emitting moans and saying "Harder!" while someone spanked her curvaceous ass over and over. The camera slowly panned over, revealing the rest of the naked girl's exposed body, and eventually her face. But Mackenzie didn't need to watch until the end to recognize the poor girl. She knew it was her. Memories of a horrendous night in a movie theater bathroom came flooding back to her. Memories of her first encounter with the only people in the world she truly considered enemies. Pauline Richards and Cynthia Walker.

Another text followed the video.

'If you don't want this video being sent to everyone here, come backstage. And come alone. You have five minutes.'

Those bitches! Mackenzie thought, They took a second video when they were doing that?! Damn it!!

Mackenzie looked up to see Ryan's seat still empty. He had gone to the bathroom just a moment ago, and Mackenzie wasn't sure if he'd be back in time before her five minutes were up. She didn't want to press her luck with these two, as she was absolutely sure they wouldn't hesitate to follow through on the threat. But there was also no way she was going to meet them alone.

"Jess?" she said to her friend, "Do you think you can do me a favor?"

Jess agreed and the two girls left the auditorium and headed down a deserted hallway. "So, you're going to meet those two jerks who spread all those rumors about you?"

"Yeah..." Mackenzie said, deciding to not admit that all of their "rumors" had been true. "They want me to come alone, so it might be a trap. Can I count on you to have my back?"

"Absolutely!" Jess said with no hesitation.

"Good." Mackenzie smiled, "I need you to wait just outside, and if I shout at all, just come running in. They got the drop on me alone last time, but together I think they'd back down rather than risk an all out fight." They reached the door that led backstage and Mackenzie nodded to her best friend. "If I'm not back in three minutes, come in anyway, okay?" Jess nodded and cracked her knuckles, preparing herself for a fight with the two bitches who had tried to ruin her friend's life.

Mackenzie took a deep breath and stepped backstage.