Page 105 of Lawton

Oh for fuck's sake. "No."

"Aw come on," she said. "I'll lick it."

At this, Sasha burst out laughing. "She will, too. Right here. You just watch."

I didn't want to watch. And I sure as hell didn't want that skank's tongue anywhere near me. Another time, this might've been funny. Not now.

Wordlessly, I turned away, heading toward the restrooms. I was halfway there when I felt a tug on my elbow. I turned to see Brittney, of all people, smiling up at me.

I gave her an annoyed look. "What do you want?"

Her hips were moving in time with the music. "I wanna dance."

"Hey, don't let me stop you." Again, I glanced toward the restrooms.

"Aw come on," Brittney said. "I know you're mad, but that was ages ago."

No. It was earlier this month. But that wasn't the point. Brittney had gone out of her way to give Chloe a hard time. I wouldn't be forgetting that any time soon. I didn't bother answering.

Brittney gave me a pleading look. "Amber's really bummed you know." Brittney's lips formed a pout. "She's like no fun anymore."

I shrugged. Turning away, I glanced toward the V.I.P. section where Chloe and I had been sitting. Maybe she'd gone back to our table? No, the table was still empty. Damn it.

"Come on," Brittney saying. "Let's kiss and make up. Okay?" She stood on her tiptoes and moved her head toward mine.

I drew back, and surprisingly, so did she – but not by her own will. Behind her, Sasha's friend had grabbed a handful of Brittney's hair and was trying to tug her backward.

Screeching, Brittney yanked her head forward, and the hair slipped through the brunette's grasp. Brittney whirled to face her. "What's your problem?"

"I saw him first," the brunette slurred. She reached out a finger and poked Brittney in the center of her chest. "So back off."

My gaze shifted to the restrooms. If Chloe came out now, I was toast. I felt my shoulders tighten. Assuming Chloe was in there at all.

A couple feet away, Brittney and the brunette were locked in some sort of pushing-pulling thing.

"Hey!" Brittney was saying. "Haveyouever seen his house?" She gave a toss of her hair. "No? I didn't think so."

"Yeah, but I've seen his dick," the brunette slurred. "Have you?"

"Yeah, me and a billion other people," Brittney said. "What's the big deal?"

Someday, I decided, I'd track down every stupid copy of that sex-tape and burn them in a big pile – except it wasn't possible, thanks to the internet.

The brunette gave a toss of her own hair, but then ruined the effect by stumbling backward. She caught her balance and said, "So what?" She gave Brittney a sloppy smile. "I'veseen it in person."

I froze.

So did Brittney. "What?"

"That's right," the brunette slurred. "In his car. Last October. I gave him the best blowjob he ever had."

Oh, shit. No wonder she looked familiar. I should've figured it out sooner. Then again, it wasn't like I'd spent a lot of time looking at her face. What was her name? Laura? Lara? Who was I kidding? I had no idea.

Brittney whirled around to face me. "You lethergo down on you? And not me?"

Technically, Ihadlet her, for like two whole seconds at my birthday party. But that hardly seemed worth pointing out.

In some part of my mind, I realized this was probably every guy's fantasy – two hot girls arguing for blow-job privileges. But for me, right here, right now, it was a fucking nightmare.