Three Sides To Every Story

Ashley Foster waits alone in the interrogation room, dabbing tears when the detective walks in. He hands her a tissue and listens as she spills about that loudmouth frat asshole. She says he wouldn't back off until he had her bent over somewhere. "What choice did I have?" she asks. Detective Ryan nods, writes it down, then goes and hears the frat boy's side. Dirk Russell just smirks and plants his boots on the table. He tells it different. He claims Ashley grabbed his cock like she owned it, leaned in, and begged for a quiet spot to fuck. "What the hell was I supposed to do?" Later they both stick to their stories hard: the flirting, the rush to the bedroom, the crash of bodies, and the ugly morning after when somebody ended up hurt. Seduction's clear—someone is lying and somebody else keeps playing dumb.