Rachel sat down on a bench in the locker room, her hair still damp from her shower. Schooling her face into one of resolve, she picked up her phone and sent a text, nodding with satisfaction at the reply. Standing up, she walked through the school, entering the auditorium and jogging up the stage steps, disappearing into the wings.
"I knew it was a matter of time, Rachel. Your Sapphic sisters couldn't keep you away from what you really needed," Jacob said, standing near the curtain ropes, a smirk on his face.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, nostrils flaring impatiently. "Just give me the cocaine, Jacob. I don't have time for your nonsense." She held her hand out, anxious to be rid of the images haunting her.
He held out a baggie, larger than usual. "You know the price, Rachel. And it's gone up since my run-in with your totem toppers." He stroked himself through his pants. "On your knees."
Rachel began to shudder, visuals flying across her eyes. "Please, just let me have a little before..."
Jacob looked at her curiously, then split open the baggie. "Hold out your hand." He poured a little out, as she stretched it toward him, and watched as she brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply, her eyes beginning to glaze over. "Now, on your knees."
Rachel sighed, and dropped to her knees, expecting him to step forward, but he circled her and pushed, stepping up behind her as she fell forward.
"I've been waiting for this, and now I'm going to enjoy it." She felt him lift her skirt, pulling down her panties, and she heard the condom packet tear and she waited as she knew he rolled it on. Unexpectedly, he positioned himself at her rear entrance. He pressed in, groaning loudly and she cried out in pain. He slowly began to slide in and out of her, his moans getting louder until he spent himself, sliding limply out of her, condom filled. Tossing the bag at her, he clumsily stood, sliding the condom off and tossing it in a trashcan. "See you around, Rachel."