“Thankyou,” says Lance with a wink. He checks her out as she leaves, gaze trained on her until she’s out of sight. “Fuck, I like that one. The things I’d do to her, they don’t even have that shit on the Internet.”
Travis snorts. “Like what?”
Lance pours himself a glass and takes a drag. “I just want to spread that ass, you know? Get some fingers up in there, loosen her up a bit first. They fucking love that. You say you’re gonna put it in their ass and they’ll be like, ‘No, don’t, it’ll hurt!’ But you start with a couple fingers? Soon they’ll be begging for a dick.”
“Just gotta ease them into it,” says Glenn.
“Exactly. And the ones who say they’ll hate it the most, always love it.”
Glenn nods. “I bet you could get that one to suck you off after. She looks fucking dirty as hell.”
“Fuck yeah, dude,” Travis cuts in. “These chicks grow up in big houses and go to private school? The second they get tits, they’re ready to climb on a dick. The nastier the better. I met this freshman a few weeks ago, she wanted me to choke her out.”
“Seriously?” Lance laughs. “That’s messed up.”
“That’s what I told her,” Travis continues, flipping open his phone and opening up his pictures. “She’s like, ‘I haven’t done it, but my friend said it was fun. If you do it, maybe I’ll give her your number.’”
“Damn, dude,” says Glenn, craning his neck to see the phone. The picture is washed out from the flash, taken in a dark room. The girl’s smiling, holding her hands over her tits; above them, I can just make out bruises around her neck.
“Did she like it?” Lance asks.
Travis shakes his head, blowing out a deep breath. “Came in like a minute. It was fucking crazy.”
“Bet you never had a chick come first,” I say as he pockets his phone.
Lance laughs loud enough to draw some looks from those around us, and I can’t help wonder if any of them have been listening. I wish I could say I’ve never heard a conversation like this.
“What about you, man?” Lance asks, pointing at the waitress with his thumb. “What would you do to her, if you had a chance?”
I haven’t been laid in a few weeks, and while they’ve been talking I’ve already thought about it plenty: I’d tie her up and spank her ass until she screams, then use a magic wand to make her come until she passes out — but I’m sure as hell not going to tell them that.
“You know, just fuck her, I guess.”
I half expect Lance to give me shit, but instead he nudges me with an elbow. “You should go get her, man.”
“Nah,” I reply, waving him off. “I’m still thinking about Dana a lot. I don’t think dating is a good idea.”
Lance slumps his forehead against his palm. “Dude, did I say anything about dating? Just take that slut home and bang her. Let us know if she’s a good lay.”
Glenn and Travis laugh, high-fiving Lance’s raised hand.
I sip from my second beer, going slow. Their hyena howls grate on me like a file scraping bone. I’ve heard them call enough girls sluts that it’s not funny anymore, and even if I was the type to share my conquests, there’s no fucking chance I’d toss a girl that hot over to a bunch of spoiled little shits.
“Oh, fuck, he’s mad,” says Lance. “Forget about it, bro. I’ll take one for the team.” He races to finish his beer, then pushes out of his seat, heading for the bar.
“Hey, wait a second,” I shout, rising to chase him. Grabbing his arm, I lean in and whisper, “She’s working man, leave her alone.”
He throws off my grip and presses his hand to my chest. “Don’t worry, man. I’ve got this.”
Bullshit.
“Yeah?”
Standing this close together, he looks like a kid compared to me, but he’s the one with the rich dad.
“Yeah,” he replies. “I’ll tip her, I promise.”
Fucking goddammit.