This chapter again gets dedicated to my big sister, and Leigh, because lets face it this is all her. We all know if I did this I would get a call yelling at me, and be concerned all at the same time. For making this story so easy to write, because she is all you, thank you MysticRose.
(Flashback)
Tony awoke with a groan, now she remembered why she didn't drink. She yelped as she began to stretch. Holding her breath she sat up and gritting her teeth stretched her legs.
"You okay baby? You sound like you're in pain over there." John said rolling over to look at her.
"I can barely move John. Guess I didn't know when to stop after all." She replied.
"Oh shit." He declared sitting up in the bed. "How bad is it? Bruising?" he asked concern all over his face.
"I don't know, there might be." She replied.
"Lay back down. I'm gonna look, okay?" he said cradling her back down onto the bed.
"Alright." She said in a broken voice. Nodding for him to continue she held onto the sheets and gritted her teeth.
He pulled back the covers and looked down. Nothing but creamy skin. "I need to look underneath too." He told her. Her reply was a nod. Gently he slid his hand between her legs and slowly parted them. He could hear her heavy breathing, and could tell she was in pain. Lifting one leg, he saw a thin bruise line across the back of her leg. Laying it down he picked up the other one, the same thing. "Okay, we need to get you in a warm bath." He went to the bathroom, and began running the water. Back at bedside he continued. "I'm going to carry you. Okay?"
She nodded, and then cried out when he lifted her up. Walking slowly to the bathroom, he blamed himself for her pain. He lowered her into the tub equally meticulously, reaching up to turn off the water.
"Any idea how this happened?" John asked kneeling beside the tub.
"I have a few ideas. How much do you remember?" she replied.
"I remember dancing for an hour or so at the first club. I remember trying to feel you up under the table. We had a very touchy night didn't we?" he asked with a thoughtful look.
She smiled, bit her lip, and laughed slightly. "What else do you remember?" she asked.
He gave a half cocked smile, "I remember you giving me head in the limo between clubs. I remember body shots at the second club. I vaguely remember something on the dance floor, and that's it." He finished.
She laughed again, and then stretched again, declaring, "Ow! John, you tried to finger me, on the dance floor. I pulled you…somewhere, with your hand still firmly placed between my legs. Last I remember, I was getting fingered…wherever we were." She said thinking.
Her cell phone rang; John sprinted into the room to retrieve it for her. Leigh.
"Hey." Tony answered the phone.
"What the hell were you thinking!" was all she caught, the rest came so fast it flew right over her head.
"Calm down Leigh!" she yelled back.
"Where were you two!" she caught before Leigh was yelling so fast and quick she was lost again.
"Leigh quit yelling! I have a major headache, and I'm too fucking sore to deal with this!" Tony screamed back.
"What were you thinking?" Leigh asked quieter, but not more calm.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Explain." Tony replied.
"Set your phone to receive a file, and call me back once you've seen it." Then the line went dead.
"What was that all about?" John asked.
Her phone beeped saying she had a video.
"I don't know, she's upset, I know that. And it has something to do with this video"
She pressed play. It flashed into life in a dingy bathroom. A man had a woman up on the counter, his shirt was missing, her skirt tossed up around her, and her panties on the floor. The volume on her phone was set to loud, and the women's moans, and the mans soft grunts were loud enough for John to hear, as the man pounded into her.
"What the fuck? Leigh sent you a sex tape?" John asked.
"Yeah." She replied slowly turning the screen so he could see. "Ours."
The video was only a minute or so long, but they watched it four times. "I can't believe this. The one time we don't remember what happened, someone gets it on film." Tony said.
"Call Leigh, ask her where she got that." John demanded.
Leigh answered on the first ring. "Well?"
"Where did you get that?" Tony asked.
"It's all over the net! What were you thinking?" Leigh asked.
"Oh yeah Leigh, I knew there was someone in the stall filming us! I was drunk and horny; all I was thinking about was sex!" Tony replied.
"You're going to need to figure out how to fix this." Leigh stated flatly.
"How? You want me to go on camera and say, I'm sorry I got caught on film fucking my boyfriend. But, he'd been fingering me on the dance floor and I was real horny. So I let him drop my panties and do me up against the counter. I'm sorry for ruining my good girl image. It won't happen again. Yeah I don't think so." She said sarcastically. John was smiling the whole time.
"I'm glad you can crack jokes at a time like this. I couldn't. But I wouldn't be doing John in public either." Leigh replied.
"No, but you'd do Randy." Tony replied simply.
"That's not fair Tony." Leigh whined.
"No, but it's true." Tony said flatly.
"Yeah…, but you got caught we wouldn't." Leigh replied.
"That's what I thought. No ragging on me and John, okay? We know we messed up; I thank the tequila for that. Just don't ridicule me, please?" Tony implored.
"Okay. But I am bringing this up from time to time. Talk to John, I'll call you later." Leigh finished.
Three and a half years later Leigh and everyone else still reminded them of that night. And the video, still surfaced from time to time. John actually had it on DVD, but Tony didn't know that.
(End Flashback)