Jessica's hand moved to push the door open and her eyes went wide as she stared at her beloved Brad. Pants around his ankles and balls deep in a woman sprawled out on a breakroom table. Her legs were fiercely wrapped around his waist as the duo continued their pleasurable dance.

"Jessica?" Brad asked awkwardly making no move to conceal himself or their scandalous act.

Her heart welled up into her throat and threatened to choke her. Tears stung at her burning eyes as she blinked in a desperate attempt to hold back the floodgates. She tried to find the words to speak, to ask why but found herself unable.

"This the bitch you said was gonna die?" the woman propped herself upright as she continued to use her legs to work Brad in and out of her.

"Is that what you think of me?" Jessica asked as hot tears burned down her face. "Am I that much of a lost cause you've replaced me before I even left?"

Brad shrugged without care, "You weren't supposed to find out. Besides, you are dying, after all. What was I supposed to do?"

"I tried to stop you..." Sean muttered.

"Fuck you!" Jessica snapped at Sean who took the attack in stride. She turned her brewing rage towards Brad and offered him the middle finger, "And fuck you too! We were supposed to be a couple."

The woman threw her head back and laughed as Jessica turned on her heels. As she stormed out tears continued to run down her face as she unleashed her rage upon innocent boxes. A thrown case here, a smashed box there, her wrath was unbiased like the fury of a violent storm.

How could the world be so bleak and unwelcoming? To face every obstacle and be knocked down into the mud. Somehow she found rock bottom and continued to burrow deeper. Deeper into the depths of this new Hell.

Jessica angrily fired off a text message before she dug her key into the side of Brad's truck. She was about to hop into her own vehicle when she paused in her step. She hurried back over to the truck and tore the driver's side mirror off and left it shattered on the ground.

"Fuck you, Brad!" she yelled as she continuously flipped off the truck while backing away. As she started the car her phone buzzed with a notification that stole her attention.

From Nikki: Gurl, I'm headin over now!

A short drive and several traffic violations later Jessica stormed into her apartment and slammed the door shut behind her. A neighbor's plea for peace and quiet went unheard as she dove for the couch and screamed her heart out into a throw pillow.

She lost track of the time. Minutes or hours could have passed as she silently suffered only to be ripped from her misery by the front door being opened. A slender woman with tattoos and hot pink hair barged into the room. She kicked the door shut with her platform boot and threw herself into a chair.

With her feet propped up on the coffee table, "Now tell me, whose kneecaps are we breaking?"

"We're not breaking his kneecaps!" Jessica sighed as she peered out from under the pillow.

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"So it was Brad," Nikki squinted as she clenched her fist.

"No! Yes..." Jessica admitted in defeat. "My dad was right. I never should have dated Brad."

Nikki scoffed and tilted her head, "What does your dad know? He spends more time with those stupid cows than he does with his own wife. You gotta drop the deets. What'd Brad do to make you this upset?"

"I walked in on him with some other woman."

"I'll cut his dick off," Nikki said, her words laced heavily with malice.

"I'm just done with it. Done with it all!" Jessica said defeated. If she could slump deeper into the couch she would have. "Every corner I turn it's like the world is standing there ready to fuck my shit up. No matter what I do I'm the one that gets the shit end of the stick."

"You sure we can't break his kneecaps?" Nikki asked as her eyes pleaded through the strands of pink hair that covered half her face.

"I don't even want to look at him right now."

"Okay, okay. What if you meet me halfway and we go to a club tonight?"

"I don't want to go anywhere."

"It's the club or we're breaking kneecaps!" Nikki said as she kicked the edge of the couch.

"Fine!" Jessica sat up in defeat. "I'll go with you to the club."

"That's the spirit," Nikki beamed as she jumped up. She skipped her way toward the bedroom as she continued to talk over her shoulder, "You can't go in that though."

Jessica frowned as she pulled at her oversized baggy t-shirt. "What's wrong with this?"

Nikki poked her head out of the bedroom after a few moments. "It doesn't show enough skin." She returned to her search of the closet and called out, "Don't you have anything more slutty?"

"How slutty?"

Nikki glanced down at her fishnet stockings and shorts made with so little material that they struggled to cover both butt cheeks.

"No," Jessica said slightly embarrassed. "My mom still buys my clothes..."

"Oh," Nikki said with an empathetic sigh. She walked over and cradled Jessica's head into her chest. "We'll stop by my place and fix that."

A few hours later and several outfit changes later the duo dropped into line for Venus. A popular downtown club with loud bass-boosted music that rattled the building's foundation. Jessica nervously tugged at the low cut shirt she was wearing. She was concerned if she rose her hands above her head her breasts would be exposed to the world. Despite her lodged complaints to at least wear a bra, she was pressured into leaving without one.

"You sure about this?" Jessica asked.

"Of course! This is exactly what you need to forget that piece of shit," Nikki said already bouncing to the beat of the energetic music.

Once their turn in line came Nikki excitedly walked past the bouncer who forced his arm between the duo and stopped Jessica in her tracks. "No, go. Club's full now," he said in a gruff tone.

"Nikki!" Jessica called to her friend as she hung on the bouncer's arm. She frantically waved to try and catch her friend's attention.

As she spun on a dime Nikki glared at the bouncer. "Hey! Let her through you piece of shit!" She stormed up to him and grabbed him by his collar. "She's with me so I suggest you if you don't want me to tear your ball sack off and shove it so far up your ass you can taste it you let her through."

"Ah, my mistake, Nikki," he swallowed hard as he stepped aside. Cupped his hands together as he shielded his crotch.

"Wow," Jessica said in awe as she followed Nikki inside. "How'd you manage that so easily?"

"I come here so often I basically own the place," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Being a VIP member has its perks." She spun around to walk backward as she stared into Jessica's eyes. "Hey, heads up. When the beat drops be sure you stay next to me."

Jessica's eyes went wide as the music began to intensify. "Why? What happens when the beat drops?"

"You'll see when it happens. Just stay close!" she hollered as the music became louder.

Jessica stopped in her tracks as she took in the scene of the club. Dozens of neon-colored lights spun and twirled wildly about. As the music continued to escalate the crowd matched its energy. Their movement and flow were directly influenced by the music as if they were in a trance.

"I don't know about this," Jessica called out but her pleas were drowned out. She panicked and quickly searched for her friend. Somehow they had already lost each other. Then her gaze was caught by the DJ, a young man with hair slicked back and tattoos along the lengths of his arms.

He slowed the bob of his head to the beat of the music. His stare seemed to captivate her as if he could see into her soul. Slowly, a sly grin began to spread across his face.

Then the beat dropped.