Natalya: Becky, I'm so sorry about what happened last night.
Becky sighed, getting ready for work.
Becky: It's okay. It was a misunderstanding.
Natalya: Did you mind me kissing you, or was it just the fingering that was too much?
Becky: Everything was just shocking. I wasn't expecting any of it.
Natalya: But you didn't tell me to stop until i did that.
Becky rolled her eyes, getting a bit annoyed.
Becky: Because I didn't know what to do.
Natalya: What if I just kept kissing and didn't take it further?
Becky: Well you were kinda pinning me down so I would've waited until it was over, then told you to never do that ever again.
Natalya: So we should take things slower?
Becky: I'm not sure you understand, Natalya. I'm not that type of girl at all. Unless we have an emotional connection, I don't want anything physical.
Natalya: I understand... I just... I'm just really attracted to you and I'm not used to girls saying no to me.
Becky: Sorry, I guess. Going to work now.
Natalya: Okay.
"I wish I knew what you liked." Charlotte said, locking her bedroom door.
"What do you mean?" Sasha asked, laying on the bed, in her bra and panties.
"Like... sexually. What are you into?"
"I like having my toes sucked." Sasha shrugged. Charlotte frowned a little bit.
"Ew. What else?"
"I wouldn't mind you licking my asshole."
"You know what, we'll stick to the normal stuff."
"Wow, boring."
"I'm boring?' Charlotte asked, a little offended.
"What do you like?" Sasha asked, changing the subject.
"I want to use a strap-on on you. A big one."
"Lame."
"Lame?"
"Yeah, that's so boring." Sasha said, rolling her eyes.
"How?"
"I might as well just have sex with a guy."
"It's different. You would be being intimate with ME, not a guy."
"It just seems dumb to me. I guess if I was in the mood to hook up with a guy, I'd like it." Sasha shrugged.
"That's literally my biggest fantasy."
"Why?"
"It's hot!"
"What would you like done to you?" Sasha said, changing the subject once again to avoid an argument.
"Kissing and head."
"You're so basic." Sasha chuckled.
"No, you're just kinky as hell." Charlotte responded, slightly agitated.
"Guilty as charged."
"What would you want to do me?"
Sasha thought for a minute.
"I would honestly put my tongue anywhere on your body."
"Wow."
"Ass, feet, back, legs, armpits, I don't care."
"You are really something, Sasha." Charlotte said, with a laugh.
Sasha immediately began kissing Charlotte. She removed Charlotte's shirt and continued the kiss.
"Fuck, Boss." Charlotte moaned, as Sasha began sucking on her neck.
Sasha grabbed one of Charlotte's bra straps with her teeth, before undoing it.
"Baby..." Charlotte sighed, running her hand through Sasha's pink hair, as she teased her nipples with her tongue.
Sasha quickly began kissing down Charlotte's chest, and down her well defined abs, before stopping.
"Please don't tease me." Charlotte said.
"I won't, but you need to get me ready too. We're 69'ing."
Charlotte smiled a bit, nervous, but relieved that she wasn't going to have to do anything too far out of her comfort zone.
The girls began kissing again, as Charlotte undid Sasha's bra.
"Hey, Charlotte..." Sasha began, as Charlotte kissed down her neck, and onto her chest.
"Yeah?"
"You sure you don't want to lick my feet?"
"Yes."
"You've never even done it before."
"And I don't want to."
Sasha frowned a bit, as Charlotte continued in silence. Sasha broke it.
"Please?"
"No. Stop asking, you're turning me off."
Sasha sighed.
"What if I beg for you?"
"No! I'm not fucking doing it, it's gross!"
"It's not even that weird but okay."
"It doesn't matter. If I don't wanna try it, I don't wanna try it."
"I'm just getting bored, sexually."
"Well if I'm so boring then we can just stop." Charlotte said, grabbing her bra.
"Charlotte..."
"No, I'm not 'exciting' or kinky enough for you."
"You're overreacting."
"No, I'm not. We're stopping."
"Fine, I'd rather masturbate." Sasha shrugged, grabbing her own bra.
Charlotte's eyes got huge, as she became even more upset.
"Then LITERALLY go fuck yourself."
"Cute."
The two girls finished redressing themselves.
"Get the fuck out." Charlotte said, feeling her sudden rage growing by the second.
"I was planning on it." Sasha said, calmly.
Sasha left without another word.
Charlotte: Sasha basically just told me I'm boring in bed.
She looked at her phone for a while, waiting for a response.
Becky: Damn. You two should break up.
Charlotte rolled her eyes.
Charlotte: Do you think I'm boring?
Becky: You're not the most exciting, but I enjoy pretty much anything involving you, so no.
Charlotte: Thanks, I guess.
Becky: No problem.
Charlotte: She said she'd rather masturbate.
Becky: Ouch.
Charlotte: Do I really suck that much in bed?
Becky: According to Sasha, yes.
Charlotte: Are you trying to make me madder at Sasha?
Becky: Just imagine the stuff her and her last boyfriend or girlfriend must've did. I bet they did all kinds of things.
Charlotte: Please don't say that.
Becky: It's true. Plus we both know she's had more than a few sex partners.
Charlotte: Becky you're crossing a line. Don't talk about my fucking girlfriend like that.
Becky: I'm just saying.
Charlotte: Just saying what exactly?
Becky: You've only been intimate with Roman, Seth, Sasha and me. I've only been intimate with you and Finn. Sasha's had like 6 boyfriends and 3 girlfriends, that's not even counting one night stands. And god knows who she slept with in college.
Charlotte: So!? What's your point!?
Becky: Maybe it'll be a little hard to live up to her sexual expectations. You're more than enough to satisfy me.
Charlotte: I appreciate that but I don't appreciate you talking about Sasha that way.
Becky: What way? I'm not implying anything about Sasha, I'm just pointing out that she's had sex with a lot of people... like a lot a lot... probably like 20.
Charlotte: First of all, that doesn't matter. Secondly, you're exaggerating, it can't be more than like 12.
Becky: Ask her.
Charlotte: I don't need to, it's in her past.
Becky: Okay
Charlotte stared into space, uncomfortably imagining all of the people that Sasha might've hooked up with.
Becky put her phone into her pocket, when she heard the door of the mostly empty bar open. Kevin Owens walked in.
"Long time no see, Lynch." he said, sitting at the bar.
"Cameron, you can go ahead and serve him." Becky said, grabbing the drink that Cameron was shaking.
"What can I get you?" Cameron asked.
"Just an order of hot wings and a sprite. I'm on lunch."
"Hey Bo, one order of hot wings, extra spit." Becky called out to the kitchen. Kevin rolled his eyes.
"You two know each other?" Cameron asked.
"Sadly." Kevin and Becky said, in unison.
Cameron chuckled, filling Kevin's glass.
"You're coming to my birthday party tomorrow, right Becky?"
"Yeah, of course."
"You're gonna go a little bit easier on the drinking, right?" Cameron said, with a laugh, handing Kevin his glass.
"If I even drink at all. I don't really want a repeat of last time."
"Or do you?"
"I really don't." Becky sighed, handing another guy his drink.
Charlotte slowly dialed Sasha's number.
After 4 rings, she picked up.
"Calling to apologize?"
"How many sex partners have you had?" Charlotte blurted.
"...excuse me?" Sasha asked, confused.
"How many sex partners have you had?"
"...why?"
"Why do I have to explain myself? Why can't you just answer the question? How many sex partners have you had?" Charlotte asked, her insecurity growing by the second.
"...I'm not sure."
"YOU DON'T KNOW!?"
"Not off the top of my head, no. I'd have to sit down and think about it... why does it matter?"
Charlotte didn't say anything. She was starting to believe what Becky said earlier.
"...Charlotte? ...hello?"
"Sit down and think about it and give me an answer."
"What's this all about?"
"Give me an answer!" Charlotte demanded.
"Okay, hold on."
Sasha was silent for a little bit.
"Counting you?" Sasha asked.
"Yes."
"I guess like 22?"
Charlotte immediately hung up, throwing her phone at the wall. She put her face in her hands, as her phone started ringing. She sat there for a while, trying to calm down, while her phone kept ringing from Sasha's seemingly endless calls. Eventually, it stopped ringing, and she picked up her phone.
Becky: Get an answer yet?
Charlotte: She fucking said 22. 22 people.
Becky: Sounds about right.
Sasha called once again. Charlotte hit ignore.
Charlotte: No wonder I can't please her.
Becky: Yeah, you guys should break up.
Charlotte: Becky I need serious unbiased advice right now.
Becky: Then you came to the wrong person.
Becky: Speaking of coming to the wrong person, remember you called me Sasha? I'm surprised she hasn't called you another name by now. 22 names are hard to remember.
Charlotte: You can stop saying disrespectful things about my girlfriend now.
Becky: Just being realistic.
Sasha called again. Charlotte answered.
"Hello?"
"Why did you hang up on me?" Sasha asked.
"...I don't know. The call dropped, my phone started acting weird, it wouldn't let me answer your calls." Charlotte lied.
"Oh..."
"I'm sorry about earlier."
"Me too. I shouldn't pressure you to do things that you don't want to do."
"I love you Sasha."
"I love you too... why did you ask about who I've been with?"
"I was just curious."
"You don't think any differently of me because of it, right?"
"Right." Charlotte lied, with a deep sigh.
"...okay good."
"I just never thought it'd be that many."
"Well only 1 of them matters now, and that's you." Sasha smiled.
Charlotte faked a laugh.
"Talk to you later, babe."
"Wait. Do you want to go to Cameron's birthday party tomorrow night?"
"Who's Cameron?" Charlotte asked.
"You remember Cameron... right?"
"No."
"High school... light skinned girl... she lives with Naomi in that mansion."
Charlotte felt her blood boiling after hearing Naomi's name.
"Hello?" Sasha asked.
"Yeah, I'll go."
"Cool. Love you."
"Love you too... bye."
Charlotte hung up and immediately texted Becky.
Charlotte: Are you going to that party at Naomi's house tomorrow?
Becky: Yeah.
Charlotte: So am I. With Sasha.
Becky: See ya there I guess.
Charlotte: When's the last time you saw or spoke to Sasha?
Becky: Like 8 months ago at Wal-Mart for 10 seconds.
Charlotte: I'm worried.
Becky: About?
Charlotte: What if you drink and say something about us to Sasha... or what if I do?
Becky: Then you guys are probably going to break up. Doesn't sound so bad to me.
Charlotte: What is with you today?
Becky: Nothing, I'm just saying that if you just broke up with her you wouldn't have all this to worry about. You'd be with me, only me, no hiding and lying, and you wouldn't be trying to sexually outdo 21 people that came before you.
Charlotte: Stop saying the number.
Becky: I didn't say the number, I said 21. The number is 22.
Charlotte: WHY DOES IT MATTER!?
Becky: I never said it did... it seems like you're pretty bothered by it though. All I'm doing is pointing out the obvious flaws in your relationship and your girlfriend.
Charlotte: Can you not?
Becky: Idk.
Charlotte: I understand that you want me and all, but you're being kinda rude about it.
Becky: If I wanted to be rude I'd just tell Sasha everything right now.
Charlotte: Becky, please no. Just... I'll talk to you later.
Becky: Bye. Love you.
Charlotte: Love you too, Becks.
Kevin sat in the empty lobby, at the desk, alone. Bayley walked in, noticing he wasn't doing anything.
"Come on Kevin, let's go, chop chop."
Kevin didn't respond. She noticed what looked like tears in his eyes.
"...are you really gonna make me ask what's wrong?" Bayley sighed.
Kevin still didn't respond.
Bayley sat down next to him.
"What's wrong?"
He said nothing.
"Kevin, come on. Spit it out."
"You have to promise you won't tell anyone." Kevin said.
"I promise."
"Bentley died."
"Who?"
"My dog. He used to be our family dog. We got him when I was 7, they were gonna put him down 5 years ago, but I took him, and he's been living with me and my family... you probably think I look stupid sitting here crying over a dog."
"No! Not at all!" Bayley said.
"The whole staff is gonna know about this by tomorrow, aren't they."
"I promise, I'm not gonna tell anyone."
"How do I know that?"
"I'll tell you a secret that I really need to get off my chess, and we'll make a truce that we'll never tell anyone." Bayley said.
"Go ahead."
"Charlotte is cheating on Sasha and I know about it but I can't say anything because she's cheating on her with Becky and Becky's my best friend."
"What?"
"But you can't tell anyone."
"You haven't told Sasha!?"
"I can't!"
"I hate Sasha, but she's so in love with Charlotte, you have to let her know."
"I want to."
"The longer you wait, the worse it's gonna be. Especially if she finds out you knew the whole time."
"See, I figured it out. I'm gonna talk some sense into Becky, get her AWAY from Charlotte, then Charlotte and Sasha can live happily ever after, and no one will ever find out about this."
"Look, I'm telling you. I've been through this situation before. If you just tell Sasha, she'll be mad that you didn't tell her sooner, but she'll appreciate it a lot and know you're a true friend. If you hide it from her, you basically just as guilty as Charlotte and Becky. I gotta finish up before I clock out."
Kevin got up and started to walk away.
"You're not gonna tell Sasha, right?"
"Nah, fuck Sasha." Kevin said, getting into the elevator.
Bayley sighed, thinking about Kevin's advice.