Monica turned on the cold water in the bathtub and moved out of the way as Christina pulled Stephanie into the small bathroom by her hair. With one shove, she managed to make the petite brunette stumble and crash down into the tub. Christina pulled the shower nozzle and smirked as the freezing spray of water hit the woman.
"Cool down a little Bitch!" She shut the curtain and stomped from the bathroom followed by Monica.
"Hmm, who else can we give these pictures to?" Raquel asked, noticing Amy come back into the room slamming the door behind her.
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Theresa rushed towards the door after hearing the two loud pounds. Something slipped under the door and hurried footsteps rushed away. She bent down and picked up the small picture.
"Oh my God!" Theresa nearly shouted, racing from the room, only to nearly be knocked over by Nick. "Nick, move!"
"What's the rush, babe? Maybe I had something else in mind…"
"Nick, this is important…" She started, trying to push him out of her path. Nick carelessly plucked the picture from her fingers and blocked her way again.
"Oh and what's this?" Nick gazed down at the picture and grinned. "The dancers are fucking with Sweet Ass again huh? Well I might have to keep this little shot. Kevin will kill them all if finds out about this."
"Good, you go tell Kev and I'll go beat the living shit out of those girls…" Theresa stated, getting a bit fed up with Nick's still smirking face.
"She'll have to learn to stand up for herself someday. Why not now?"
"Because, gee, five against one doesn't seem very fair. I'm gonna go over the odds!"
"Not right now you're not! Sorry baby, but when I say we're finished, then we're finished." Nick's foot slammed the door shut and his hands gripped her upper arms.
"Nick, think about it. Do you really want Sweet Ass to leave before you get any?" Theresa whispered, using whatever technique she could to go rescue her friend.
Nick faltered a little, deciding he'd rather keep 'Sweet Ass' as long as possible, they could always get new dancers.
"Fine, but after we save the damsel in distress, you and me are going to my room and you're not leaving until we are both satisfied." Nick finally agreed, releasing Theresa's strong arms and leading the way out the door. "What room?"
"278 I think."
Both blondes hurried down the hallway, stopping in front of door 278. Nick pounded on the door and waited, impatiently stomping his foot. No one answered, causing Nick to beat a little harder on the door. Theresa finally tried the door, finding it unlocked. The room was dark, the only light leaking from under the bathroom door. Theresa darted forward and opened the bathroom door after hearing the shower turn off. She shoved it open, finding Stephanie crouched down in the corner of the bathroom, shivering violently. Nick pushed Theresa out of the way and moved towards the brunette, kneeling to her height. He slowly gathered her into his arms and picked her up, feeling her soaked nightshirt cling chillingly to her nearly naked body.
Theresa watched in near amazement as Nick delicately handled Stephanie, his softer side showing through his former pig-headed self.
"Should we just take her back to your room?" He asked, feeling Stephanie's slim arms encircle his neck.
"Yeah, she'll be safer in there. Hang on, let me collect up all her things." Theresa muttered, rushing around the room to stuff Stephanie's belongings back into her black suitcase, grabbing the pill bottle from the nightstand next to the bed.
Nick carried Stephanie, while Theresa followed hauling the big black suitcase, as they made their way back to Theresa's hotel room. They were about to enter the room, when Christina and Amy turned the corner giggling cynically. Theresa immediately dropped the suitcase she was holding and charged the two women at a full sprint.
Nick watched in astonishment as the enraged blond knocked both women to the ground. Theresa began her assault by slapping Christina across the face, shouting inaudible gibberish in loud howls. Christina let out a shrill scream and Amy began yelling, trying to yank Theresa away from the red head.
With all the commotion, everyone else on the floor walked out to see what the problem was. The other four guys marched down the hall to stop the catfight, Aj tugging Theresa away, while Howie jerked Christina and pinned her to the wall.
Kevin stepped between the hollering women, shouting over them,
"What the hell is going on this time?"
"That bitch just…"
"That jealous whore…"
Both girls tried to break away free from the masculine grasps, but failed.
"Both of you shut up! Theresa you speak first." Brian yelled, still tugging on his KY tee shirt.
"That whore and the rest of those little sluts can't face the fact that Stephanie's staying. They're jealous of her and tried scaring her off." Theresa declared, finally settling down a little bit in Aj's grip.
Kevin gazed around and found Nick cradling a soaked brunette in his arms. He frowned and turned towards Christina.
"What did you do to her, Chris?" He questioned through gritted teeth.
"Well, we um…"
"What did you do to her?" He roared, making her cower back against Howie.
"We were trying to scare her away." She whispered, frightened of his temper. He stepped forward and gripped her shoulders tightly, his fingers digging into her pale skin. "I'm sorry, Kev, we were just joking around, you know. Just messing around with her a little."
Kevin didn't seem to be paying attention, his hand moved up and tangled in her fiery red hair. He tugged violently and forced her to look up at him.
"Chris, go to your room. I'll deal with you and the rest of the girls later." He released her entirely, glaring at her as she retreated back to her room. The other dancers quickly scurried to their rooms as well, Amy heading to share a room with Christina.
Kevin noticed Nick still surveying the scene and stepped up to him. As he neared, he saw that the brunette in Nick's arms was shivering uncontrollably and gazed back at Theresa.
"What exactly did they do to her?"
"Well, this for one…" She handed him the picture that had been dropped on the floor. "And let her freeze a little in the shower."
Kevin glanced at the photo then back at Stephanie. He noticed the black marker still staining her uncovered thigh.
"Well, how about we get her some place warm before she gets sick." Nick suggested, embracing her a little tighter every time she trembled.
Theresa nodded and opened her hotel room door, allowing Nick in first. She noticed Kevin headed in as well and reached out to stop him.
"Don't worry about her, she'll be alright. But she really doesn't need you around screwing with her head. She's already had enough of that for one day."
"Get out of the way, Theresa. I wanna make sure she's alright." Kevin demanded, his jaw clenched tightly. Still the short blond blocked his path. He watched as Nick laid her under the blanket of one of the beds and gave Theresa a hard shove. Nick immediately moved out of his way, abandoning his task of buttoning her shirt back.
Kevin touched Stephanie's cheek, feeling the chill still there. Her lips had a slightly purple tint to them, making him quickly begin rubbing her hand, hoping to warm her numbed skin.
"Kevin, get away from her. I'll make sure she's alright…" Theresa started, stopping when he glared at her.
"She needs heat and unless you want to be the one to keep her warm tonight, shut the hell up!"
"Guys, calm down. She'll be alright. Kev, I'll stay in here if I need to…" Nick was cut short by Kevin once again.
"Oh, no. I don't trust you in here with her, you horny little pubescent kid. Howie I'd trust. Maybe Aj, if I wasn't already sure he'd be in bed with Theresa instead of her. But not you!" He saw Nick glare and clamp his fists tightly.
"Fine, I'll go get one of the guys. 'Cause honestly Kev, I don't trust you in here with her." Nick proclaimed, walking to Theresa's door and waving the other guys over. "So Kev, go ahead and pick someone to keep her warm, since you and I are out of the running."
"I don't care who stays in here but someone needs to. Nick you can stay but you're not staying alone." Kevin met Nick's slightly challenging blue stare.
"Oh really, then who else is gonna stay?"
"Me." Kevin replied simply, nodding for the others to leave.
"Uh, no! I'm not gonna be stuck with you two in my room tonight. Now why don't you both leave. Steph would be better off if neither of you two were here." Theresa argued firmly, frowning when Nick shut the door with no intention of leaving. She couldn't get rid of them tonight. Why couldn't she just get them to leave that poor girl alone?
"We need to get her out of these wet clothes." Kevin muttered, helping Stephanie to sit up long enough for him to remove the drenched button down, staring at the harsh black writing across her cool smooth skin.
"Well, you guys can just get out now, 'cause I know Steph would prefer you not being in here for that." Theresa remarked persistently, while pushing Kevin away from the bed where Stephanie laid.
"It doesn't really matter since we'll all see it anyway…" He stopped when Stephanie's chestnut eyes fluttered open and weakly gaze up at them.
"Steph, girl are you okay?" Theresa asked, resting a caring hand on the woman's forehead. Stephanie could only nod and look towards Kevin and Nick.
"Go back to sleep. We're gonna make sure you're alright." Kevin whispered, watching her eyes slowly close again. He casually pulled the blankets back and climbed under, coaxing Stephanie's lean body to roll towards him. He held her tight against his chest, rubbing up and down her back and arms.
Nick let out an angry sigh and pulled Theresa towards him. He bent down to her ear and licked the rim, exhaling into her ear,
"Well now that the damsel has been saved, what do you say we generate our own heat?"
Theresa could feel his stiff member pressing persistently against the back of her thigh. She let out a low sigh and climbed upon the bed. Nick followed like an eager kid, quickly stripping himself of his wife beater and khaki shorts. Theresa crawled out of her jeans and pulled off her bra, relaxing in her underwear and yellow tank top.
She allowed him to stroke and caress her skin, enjoying his fingers running through her blond hair. She pictured Aj, his roughly textured hands massaging her everywhere.
Kevin gazed down at the sleeping woman in his arms, feeling her heart pounding steadily against his chest. He noticed her shiver again and pulled her closer, sighing aloud when she snuggled her face into his warm neck. He carefully slid his hand down her back to her hips, pulling her as near as possible. He looked up at the sound of a moan from the bed next to him. He shook his head silently and switched off the lamps, darkening the room.