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ass in my face, but to stick around and wait for a chick to give me more attitude? I don’t need that.
    “Fuck it,” I growl to myself. “I’m out of here.”
    But then, just as I turn away from the bar, she brushes right past me. She doesn’t even see me. Her smell wafts over me, and I take a deep breath.
    Look at that ass , I think.
    She’s in a hurry, and she doesn’t look too happy either.
    “Hey!” I shout, but she’s already deep into the crowd and there’s no way she can hear me. I shove two guys out of my way and head after her, but I can’t see her. She’s not that tall, and the lights are down back here away from the stage. I keep pushing through the sweaty bodies, jumping up to see over the crowd, but she’s gone. I’ve lost her.
    “Fuck!” I say, clenching my fists at my side.
    Some college punk bumps into me, and without even looking, I shove him hard, sending him flying back into his frat boy buddies.
    “Hey, watch it, bro!” One of them shouts. I turn and give him a look that shuts him right up. Can’t stand those entitled little pricks.
    This night is a wash. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of it hunting around in a crowd full of losers trying to find a stripper. The boys might wonder where I’ve gone, but they’ll find their own ways home. What a waste of time.
    I head for the door.

5
    Jenny
    T he air in the parking lot feels like Heaven after stepping out of the thick atmosphere of the club. Even though the place smells like trash and gasoline, it’s better than booze and body odor. The lot is empty of any other people, and I shoulder my purse that feels like it weighs about thirty pounds now and head towards the cab stand by the street.
    As I grow closer, I hear a voice behind me.
    “Going home so early?”
    I know before I even look. It’s the drunk creep from the club who had his hands all over me. And he’s got two friends with him.
    One of them is a giant, like something out of a strongman competition, and the other is a wiry blonde that may or may not be homeless. He looks strung out on something. This is bad.
    I turn away and pace quickly towards the street but he moves quickly and stumbles in front of me and holds his hands up to block my path. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my cheeks are hot and flushed. The adrenaline is starting to course through me, and I feel my instinct to run kick in.
    But both of his friends are now behind me. They’re so close I can smell them. I can feel the heat of their bodies against my back. The man in front of me smiles and licks his lips. His saliva is thick, white and foamy, like a rabid dog. I feel my stomach lurch and want to look away, but I’m frozen in place. My legs might as well not be there. It’s all I can do to keep from falling over.
    “You look scared. What’s the matter, baby? We’re just looking to have some fun. Isn’t that what you gals are all about?”
    He takes another step forward. He’s looming over me, and I can see dark patches of sweat on his t-shirt.
    “Yeah. We’re nice guys,” one of his companions says behind me. I can feel his breath on my neck. Someone puts their hand on my side just above my hip. My whole body tenses up, but I still can’t move.
    The ringleader licks his bottom lip again and reaches his hand out. It’s like I’m paralyzed. All I can do is watch as he takes ahold of my shirt and starts to lift. I feel my legs give out, and I topple over sideways. My elbow slams into the pavement, and I feel the skin break.
    The man leans down, looming over me like a hungry predator. He reaches out a thick, sickly hand towards me.
    “Let’s get a look at those babies—”
    Before he can finish his sentence, a fist comes out of nowhere and smashes into his jaw. The man drops to the ground like a three-hundred-pound slab of meat. Shaken out of my stupor, I snap my head around and look up to see the handsome, arrogant dick from the bar looking at me with a smile on his