Page 46 of Hey Girl

Oops. That’s right, I stutter sometimes when I’m nervous. Although I’m not nervous right now. Okay I’m a little bit nervous but the blow jobs don’t care about that or about the wonder of how she knew I normally wear glasses. And so, I surge forth.

“And that’s right he’d rather fuck me!” I proclaim as Xena lists to the left and it makes me madder. “Hold still when I’m talking to you!”

It’s then that I feel a familiar pair of manly hands on my waist steadying me. Oh, that was me moving. When he seems satisfiedI’m not going to fall over like a tree, he reaches one hand up, waving at Matt like some kind of signal. Cute.

“Fuck off you little runt,” she snips. “He’ll toss you aside when -,”

“Did you just call me a cunt?!” I demand. Are there cartoon flames in my eyes?

“No, I called you a runt, but if the shoe fit-,”

“You fuck off, you giant asshole!” I shout up at her because I’m about 5’4” in these heels and she’s a statue. “So you’re a good lay, so what?” I throw my arms out like I’m about to throw down. “You’re nothing without s-self respect, Glenn Close from Fatal Attraction!”

“Yeah, you tell her babe,” I hear Chris’s voice from behind me.

“Alright, you little shit,” Xena starts to roll the sleeves of her black top up her arms. “I came here for my man, but it looks like I’m going back to jail instead.”

“He’s my man!” I explode and try to charge forth. I don’t know what I’m planning as any attempt I make to tackle her will be like bouncing off a concrete wall, but that’s sober Rebecca’s problem. “You’re going down, bitch!” I screech as

Chris’s rugged and manly arms sweep around my middle pulling me back against him.

“Easy, Scrappy Doo,” he chides but I can hear an amused chuckle in his voice and as if to prove his point, I keep scrambling in his arms.

“Let me at her!” I demand just as a couple security guards flank Xena and each take an arm. The look on her face is one that promises inevitable vengeance, and yet, all Drunk Rebecca can seem to do is let out an obnoxious cackle of a laugh which seems to infuriate her more as I can see the red flush creeping up her neck even under the neon lights. “You fuck with the bull, you get the horns, fugly biatch!” I throw out at her.

“Time for your girl to call it a night as well,” one of the bouncers addresses Chris over his shoulder.

“Fun sucker!” I bellow right before an elegant belch. Eww. And then I giggle.

“You got it!” Chris hollers before turning me in his arms while I continue to sway, stumble and flail. “Alright, Michael Flatley,” he says, ducking and taking hold of my legs. “Let’s go put you to bed,” he finishes once he has me over his shoulder.

“Ooh, now we’re talking!” I exclaim between hiccups as my body bobs along with his strides out the door.

14

CHRIS

Fucking Tatiana has gone too far. I don’t know how the hell she got past security tonight, but even after they hauled her crazy ass off they’re not getting a big tip from me. And the things she said to and about my sexy and amazing woman pissed me right the fuck off and I was seriously just about to snap out of my terrified stupor and give her the what for if my baby hadn’t sprung into action herself.

I’m proud of her, but feeling like quite a dipshit.

As I sit on the edge of my bed trying to think of a way to redeem myself for not coming to Rebecca’s defense sooner, a slender pair of arms come around my neck from behind, one of her hands gripping the water bottle I gave her as she leans in close to my ear and burps.

Fuck that’s hot.

“So, my sexy, Thor-looking rockstar…” she slurs. Uh oh. “When are we getting down to business?”

Is she dry humping my back? I’d be so turned on right now if I wasn’t feeling like an impotent failure.

“Baby,” I drone out. “You’re not well enough for that.” I regretfully inform her and don’t mention that I’m feeling a little sheepish that before I could defend her honor tonight she beat me to the punch like a chihuahua with a Doberman complex. That’s my issue, not hers. “Drink some more water, sweetie,” I tell her gently, tapping the end of the bottle and her arms disappear, followed by the sound of water glugging. The empty bottle goes flipping past me and hits the far wall. The mattress thumps behind me.

I turn to find sweet Rebecca flat on her back and wrestling with her top.

“Um, sweetie? What are you doing?” I ask cautiously. If it’s what I think it is, this is not good.

“I’m ready to leave Virginia, baby!” She caws from inside the lace that is wrapped around her face and arms. “Tonight is the night! Let’s do it!”

“Oh… babe…” I groan. “That is… that is not happening tonight,” I run a hand down my face. Oh my God her boobs are on display in a lacy black bra, all pushed up together and perfect for motor-boating.

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