Page 40 of Thirst Trap
“Um, sure,” I say as she holds up her camera. There’s nothing wrong with a selfie, right? I know I have a lot of followers. I don’t want to be known as the asshole who wouldn’t even take a selfie when recognized in public.
Except it isn’t just one. I swear, all I’m doing for the next half hour is taking selfies with women I don’t know—and some are a little more aggressive than others. I think one of them pinched my ass. I know, for a fact, one grabbed my junk, and one other put her number in my back pocket.
I think I liked this Officer Sexy thing a lot more when I was dancing in the privacy of my house. There it seemed like it was another life. Like I wasn’t the same person as Officer Sexy. Now? Now the worlds are colliding, and I don’t know how I feel about that.
Just as I think things have calmed down and people have got their fill of me, I hear the telltale beat of the song that started all of this. I shoot a look over to Trent, who just gives me a shrug.
“Hey, Officer Sexy! Why don’t you dance for us?”
“Yeah! Show us what you got?”
“Yeah, Officer Sexy! Don’t be shy! I dare you to show us those moves!”
That last comment comes from Trent, who I immediately shoot a death glare to. When I find him, that motherfucker is wearing a shit-eating grin on his face that I want to punch off. That motherfucker knows exactly what he just did. He said the words I’ve never been able to turn down.
Except right now, I want to, but I don’t know if I can.
There are now at least fifty people gathered around me, all of them cheering me on to dance. How do I say to them “hey, I only dance alone because I have a girlfriend and don’t have an audience.”
But I don’t have to take off my shirt. Or even dance for a person. I can just do a few seconds alone. Give the people enough to say they saw the show, then drag Trent out of this bar and head back to Rolling Hills.
Where I can kill him and know where to hide the body so he’s never found.
The cheering for me to dance only gets louder, and I know if I don’t start soon, I’ll have to explain why the man who dances on social media has sudden stage fright. So I take a few steps away from the crowd and begin doing a couple basic things. I rotate my hips around. Getting a little lower each time. When I’m almost on the ground, I lean back on an arm, letting my hips circle around before I pop myself back up. The moves are pretty tame for me, but it’s doing the job. The crowd is going wild.
I let my hips gyrate for a second, prepping myself for my now signature move of my handstand to the ground when the feel of hands on my shoulders stops me. And not just any hands, female hands. I can tell because her nails are digging into me in a way that does not feel good at all.
I honestly couldn’t tell you what happens next. I turn to look at who is grabbing me before a woman is grabbing my face and bringing my lips into hers. I’m so stunned that I don’t move for a second.
When I finally break away—which hopefully was only a second but could have been a minute for all I know—I feel my world crashing down. The music still playing, but it’s like everything else is happening in slow motion.
I see the phones held high, videoing what just happened. I see the girl who just assaulted me with her mouth looking at me like I’m crazy. I see Trent’s eyes wide, knowing exactly what I’m thinking.
This video is about to be posted onForU.And there is nothing I can do to stop it.
