Owned: An Alpha Anthology Part 53

"f.u.c.k off Harrison, your toys are waiting back at the hotel."

He folds his arms across his chest and pouts like the diva he is. I hold my hand out for the song sheets and the kid pa.s.ses them to me. "Now f.u.c.k off out of here kid. There's nothing but freaky weirdo's hanging about backstage after our shows, and you're best staying well away from any of them." He nods and is gone in seconds. I turn Jet around and push him toward the exit and our limo that's waiting to take us back to the hotel with the lovely Lara, who we pulled out of the crowd earlier, already naked and sitting with her legs open on the back seat.

We climb in, close the doors, open the central console and find what we're looking for. A bottle of vodka and a nice big bag of Charlie, with six nice neat lines all ready for us on a little mirrored silver platter.

Jet sits on the leather seat next to me and we both stare between Lara's legs at her bare p.u.s.s.y for a few seconds.

"Top or tail?" I ask him.

"Hmmm, I might have a little taste first, then tail." The girl doesn't say a word. Jet must've told her what we like, what we expect, while I was talking to the kid. Quiet, compliant, no questions asked. Just do as you're told, speak when you're spoken to and don't ever expect a rerun. What you'll get in return will be a night to remember and some mind-blowing s.e.x that will push all your boundaries and the best o.r.g.a.s.ms and drugs of your life.

Jet lifts the mirror up to his face and snorts a line up each nostril through the platinum straw that he always carries with him. He pa.s.ses the mirror to me and I hoover up my two lines quickly.

I'm about to pa.s.s it across to Lara when Jet jumps in, "Na, ah man, I wanna play." He crawls on his knees over to Lara and then reaches out to me for the mirror, which I pa.s.s back to him. He tips the whole lot onto the front of her p.u.s.s.y. Then he just leaves it sitting there. "Put your feet up on the seat sweetheart and open those legs just as wide as you can for me."

Without saying a word, she does as she's told. Jet leans forward and licks from her a.r.s.e to her c.l.i.t and I watch as she shudders. "You like that?" I ask. She looks down her body and across to me and nods.

"She tastes good Reed, you wanna try?"

f.u.c.k that, I don't lick no chicks t.w.a.t, especially one that's naked in the back of a limo ten minutes after meeting me. Ergh. Who knows who or what's been there before me. I like s.e.x with randoms, but I have certain standards. I don't put my lips on their mouths, so there's no way I'd be putting my lips on their minge. If they want to put their lips on my d.i.c.k, that's fine by me, their call. I don't make no one do anything they don't want to. I might coax, bribe or tempt but never force.

"Na, I'm good. You do what you gotta do first, dude." Without hesitation, he pushes two fingers inside her.

"Oh G.o.d," she moans as he begins to move them in and out. Her eyes are closed and her back and hips are arching off the seat. Jet looks over his shoulder at me and gestures for me to join him. He pulls his fingers from inside the girl and sucks on them. I think he's going back in, but instead he dips his wet fingers into the c.o.ke and starts scooping it inside her, moving his two fingers in and out as she moans and arches her back, once again lifting her a.r.s.e and hips off of the car seat.

My d.i.c.k's hard, now the c.o.ke's kicking in. My heart rate accelerates and I want to get involved. I reach over to the centre console and find the condoms and throw one to Jet.

"Turn her around," I order him. I sit back up on the seat opposite and undo my jeans. I pull out my c.o.c.k and start to stroke myself as Lara crawls on her knees toward me. I lift her chin so she's looking me in the eye. "Jet's gonna f.u.c.k you from behind. I want to f.u.c.k your mouth while he does that. Is that all good with you?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Can I have another line of c.o.ke first?"

I nod my head. "Just one though, he's shoved at least two lines inside you, it'll absorb through your skin soon and you'll start to feel it hit you."

She winks. "I already can. One more line and I'll be good to go for the rest of the night. I know my limits." I pa.s.s her the mirror and she lines up and snorts another hit. She's on all fours on the floor of the limo. Jet's on his knees behind her.

"Can I f.u.c.k your a.r.s.e?" he asks her.

She looks over her shoulder at him. "Do you have lube?"

Jet looks up at me and gestures to the console that divides the seat in half. We use this limo company all the time, they know exactly what to provide. I search inside, find what I'm looking for and toss the tube to Jet, then I pa.s.s him the big pink vibrator that I've also found in there.

"Wonderful." Jet winks.

Lara reaches out and takes my c.o.c.k in her hand, she squeezes at the base and strokes up and down a couple of times before she flicks her tongue over my tip, pushing it into my slit as she does. My hips buck forward and my hand grips her hair. All the while, she takes me deeper down her throat. I tilt my head back on the car seat, enjoying the sensation of her hot mouth swallowing my c.o.c.k as I watch Jet slide on a condom and lube up his fingers. I'm not gay, or even bi for that matter. I'm not watching because I want to see, or admire his d.i.c.k. I'm watching so I can tell him what to do, not that he doesn't know, he's a f.u.c.king expert but he likes to be told and I like to tell him. I have to tell him. Not just him, anyone that's involved has to be prepared for me to tell them exactly what to do. I have to be in control and I just love to push the boundaries, push people to their limits. Some are a bit resistant at first, especially if it goes against what they think is normal or right, but once you encourage them to give it a go, to just try it, they're soon lost in the moment and giving themselves over to doing all kinds of wrong.

I nod my head toward the vibrator lying on the back seat. "Turn that on and push it inside her, but I don't want her to come." Jet reaches behind him for the toy. I pull Lara's hair gently so she raises her eyes to once again meet mine. "Jet's got a toy back there with him. You happy to play?" She nods with my c.o.c.k still in her mouth. "Good girl. Just yell 'shift' if you want us to stop doing anything. You got that?" She nods again. "Suck my b.a.l.l.s into your mouth and enjoy what we're about to give ya." I nod my head at Jet and feel Lara's mouth tighten around me as he pushes the toy inside of her. "In and out slowly," I tell him. She moans and the sound vibrates around my b.a.l.l.s, which have both now been sucked into her hot mouth. "Suck my c.o.c.k back in your mouth, Lara, take it as far down your throat as you can. Jet's lubed his fingers and he's gonna slide them in your a.r.s.e. You want that?" She releases my b.a.l.l.s from her mouth and I shudder as the cool air of the limo hits them.

"I want his c.o.c.k in my a.r.s.e, not just his fingers. I want your c.o.c.k in my c.u.n.t, his c.o.c.k in my a.r.s.e, Reed. Can I have that?" I stroke my fingers down her cheek and over her jaw. I love women like Lara, no bulls.h.i.t, no pretending that she's little miss innocent. She knows exactly what she wants, she knows exactly what makes her feel good, and she ain't too scared to ask for it.

"Not a lot of room to manoeuvre in here. Don't worry, we'll make you feel good, then when we get back to the hotel, there'll be more people to play with and we can get you all filled up again. You can get every hole f.u.c.ked if that's what you want. Would you like that?" I nod slightly to tell Jet to slide his fingers in her a.r.s.e while I talk to her. Her back arches and I watch as she pushes back toward Jet.

"Oh G.o.d, yes, yes Reed, I'd like that. More Jet, I want more," her voice is ranging from high to low as Jet moves his fingers in and out of her a.r.s.e.

"Suck my c.o.c.k, Lara. Take it deep and then Jet will put that toy back inside you while he f.u.c.ks your a.r.s.e, but I want you to suck me first." I know once she comes she'll be good for nothing for a while and I'm not gonna be left hanging with a hard on. Once I blow my load, they can blow theirs. She takes my c.o.c.k back into her mouth and drags her teeth up and down the shaft. It's only just not painful, but I like it. I grip her hair and push her head down as I lift my hips. "f.u.c.k her a.r.s.e, Jet. Slide inside and make her feel good. Tell her what you're gonna do to her." I don't want to talk right now, I just want to blow down the back of her throat.

"I'm gonna f.u.c.k your a.r.s.e now baby. I'm gonna f.u.c.k it hard and bury myself inside you, and while I do that, I'm gonna push this d.i.l.d.o deep inside your c.u.n.t. You're gonna feel so stretched and so full, they're gonna hear you come in Moscow with how loud I'm gonna make you scream. You ready for this baby?" She moans against my c.o.c.k but doesn't answer him. I raise my hand to Jet, he knows exactly what that means and slaps Lara across her a.r.s.e while I hold her head in place and push my hips into her face. "Answer me, Lara, you f.u.c.kin ready for this?" I pull her by her hair and she releases my c.o.c.k from her mouth with a pop.

Not breaking eye contact with me she says, "Yes, yes, Jet I'm ready." She keeps looking at me as she speaks and I just know what that look means. I'm clueless about women and emotions and how to read them in general. But when it comes to f.u.c.king and what they want, I can read every little sigh, whimper, moan or look and I know exactly what Lara's look means right now. It's not really my thing, it triggers too many memories of what happened to my mum, but I don't mind obliging her just a little bit.

Just to be safe and to make sure I've got this absolutely right, I ask her first though, "You like that, me pulling your hair, him slapping your a.r.s.e?"

She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head. "D'ya think I'm weird?" she asks.

Jet leans forward and grabs her hair, not harshly but enough to make her turn her head. "I think your f.u.c.kin' perfect, baby. Now you just relax while I get myself inside you and when I do, I'll slap that pretty a.s.s of yours and I'll pull your hair just the way you like it. You can forget Moscow, they'll be hearing you in Melbourne with the way we'll make you scream. Now relax baby, just relax." She turns back around to look at me. Her hand's wrapped tightly around my c.o.c.k as she strokes up and down. I don't want to be in her mouth until Jet's buried inside her, just in case he hurts and she bites down on my d.i.c.k. Yeah, it's happened before. Just the once, but I'm not likely to forget it.

Jet strokes his fingertips down her spine with one hand and with the other he squeezes more lube onto the bottom of her back, then uses his fingers to drag it where he needs it. He squeezes more lube into his hand and rubs it over his condom covered c.o.c.k, his eyes meeting mine as he does. Unlike my fine self, Jet will f.u.c.k anything with a hole. He prefers women, but if there are none available, he'll happily f.u.c.k or be sucked off by a bloke. He's told me many, many times that he'd love to be f.u.c.ked by me, and I've told him just as many times, it ain't gonna happen. Jet lines his c.o.c.k up with Lara's a.r.s.e and I watch her eyes flutter while he begins to push inside her.

"Open your eyes and tell me that feels good, Lara. We need to know you're okay. That feel good?" She opens her eyes, just as Jet must push in further, her back arches and she lets out the most animalistic moan. It's carnal, sensual, and totally erotic and I almost come in her hand.

"So good, Reed, it feels so f.u.c.king good. Please let me suck you. I want to taste you." I shake my head. "Just a few more seconds and you can, but let's get you on your way first."

Jet pushes all the way inside her as I speak. I watch as his hands hold onto her hips and he begins to pump slowly into her. His eyes are on me as he bites down on his bottom lip.

"She feels good, Reed, good and tight but I wish she was you. I wish this was your a.r.s.e I was f.u.c.king." He doesn't take his eyes from mine. I don't get scared when he says these things anymore. I know he means every one of them, but they don't terrify me like they used to. He's my mate, I love him like a mate but that's all. I like kinky, weird, f.u.c.ked up s.e.x, but I don't like to f.u.c.k men. I don't fancy men. I've watched two men f.u.c.king. Actually I've watched three and four men f.u.c.king and I've totally come in my hand over it, and all over a bird's face while I've watched a few times too, but it's because of the eroticism of the moment. It's watching them get off that's made me get off, it has nothing to do with the fact that they're men.

I push my c.o.c.k back into Lara's mouth and push my hips up as the momentum of Jet pushing into her a.r.s.e moves her forward. She pushes on the underside of my c.o.c.k with the flat of her tongue, forcing it up to the roof of her mouth. She swallows and gags slightly and the sensation is almost too much. I pull on her hair and Jet takes that as a cue to slap her a.r.s.e again, in turn making her moan around my c.o.c.k.

"Push the toy back in, full speed, push it deep but be gentle," I tell him. Lara groans around my c.o.c.k with antic.i.p.ation and I watch her face as Jet follows my instructions. My eyes move from hers to Jets, both of them are staring right at me. Lara starts to moan continuously now and the vibration feels f.u.c.king spot on. I get that all too familiar tingle at the base of my spine as my b.a.l.l.s begin to tighten. I wrap her hair tightly in my hand and hold her head still as I lift my hips and f.u.c.k her face.

"Yes, yes Reed. Harder, f.u.c.k her harder. Oh G.o.d, I can feel that vibrator against my c.o.c.k. f.u.c.k, I'm gonna come. Come Reed, let me see your face. f.u.c.k Reed. f.u.c.k, I want you. I love you Reed, I f.u.c.king love you."

I shut my eyes to try and shut out Jet's voice. I know he's a sensitive soul, but I don't do all that love s.h.i.t. I feel it, I write it in my songs but that's as far as it goes for me, since her. I don't say those words out loud to anyone except my family.

My a.r.s.e cheeks clench almost as tight as my b.a.l.l.s and my d.i.c.k throbs painfully as I come inside Lara's mouth. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, but it doesn't help. It doesn't keep her away. Yeah, when it's good I see stars. I get that white flash of light when I blow my load, but in amongst it all, every time, there's always a pair of blue eyes, long blonde hair and the face of an angel. My angel, Amoeba. It's been fourteen years and a whole world of hurt and f.u.c.king heartache since I last saw her. Yet she's still there, still here, in my head, my belly and my heart and I so wish to f.u.c.k that wasn't the case.

REED BY LESLEY JONES.

2.

We walk toward the hotel lobby like we're kings of the f.u.c.king world. One because we can and two, because, well basically, we are. Our alb.u.m is at number one and has just gone platinum. We have four songs sitting inside the music download chart and our eighteen-month world tour has been a complete and total sell out. On top of that, I've just come in the mouth of a bird we pulled out of the audience at our show while riding in the limo back to our hotel. Who does that I ask ya? Me, Conner f.u.c.king Reed, that's who does that. f.u.c.k her. f.u.c.k her and her blue eyes and her blonde hair and those f.u.c.keyed freckles that are all over her nose after just ten minutes in the sun. f.u.c.k her and her boring little life she's probably leading. Married to someone that Mummy and Daddy and that p.r.i.c.k of a brother of hers actually approve of. Someone who didn't grow up on a council estate, whose dad wasn't an alchi and whose mum wasn't a junky, murdered by her dealer. I bet whoever he is, he's never got a b.l.o.w. .j.o.b in the back of a limo.

What if he has? What if he's gotten a b.l.o.w.j.o.b from her? What if she loves it? What if she loves him? What if she's had his babies?

f.u.c.k!

f.u.c.k!

f.u.c.k!

I need to shut my brain down. This is why I try and stay away from c.o.ke, it makes me think. It makes me think far too much. I need a drink. I need to get up to our room, watch some randoms f.u.c.k when I tell them to, and I need to get drunk. I need to drink until my brain shuts the f.u.c.k up and I can go to sleep and not dream of... not dream of any of them. Not her, not my mum and not Miles.

There are a few photographers hanging about outside and I take a couple of deep breaths and get my racing thoughts under control as we stop and pose, letting them earn their money. I need to shut her down. I need to shut down all thoughts of her and f.u.c.k them off out of my brain. It's been fourteen years... fourteen years, and I seriously need to get a f.u.c.king grip. I hate that she can still do this. I'm Conner Reed. I'm living the dream and yet a single thought, a distant memory of a little blue eyed, blonde haired girl from Surrey can bring me to my knees. Well. f.u.c.k. Her. Tonight, I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm gonna focus on the here and now and just how great my f.u.c.king life is.

I'm buzzing from the c.o.ke, the last show of the tour and the fact that I've just blown my load down the back of some bird's throat in the back of the limo. I've had a good night so far, so let's pay it forward and give the paps the picture they need to pay their rent with this week. They're w.a.n.kers most of them, but at the end of the day, it's their job and I'm happy to help out anyone that's just trying to make a living.

The lovely Lara's still with us and for some reason, which probably seems totally logical in Jet's weird but beautiful mind, he's now carrying her monkey style, toward the lifts that'll take us up to our penthouse, and the guests we invited to join us earlier. And then I see her, and my buzz and my good mood vanish in an instant.

Amanda Vale. Women like her are the reason that I don't do return rides. I made the mistake of f.u.c.king her twice. She now a.s.sumes there's something between us, and that I just need to come to my senses and realise it. Yeah, right. What she needs to do is take the hint that I'm not interested, then f.u.c.k off and leave me alone. I don't do relationships. The problem is, she's a personal a.s.sistant to our manager, Lawson and her dad's a major shareholder in our record label, which all means she's around a lot.

She's older than me, about forty I reckon. She's beautiful don't get me wrong. She's stunning and keeps herself in good shape, but none of that matters. She's not her. None of them are her and that's why none of them matter.

"Oh dear, stalker alert at two o'clock," Jet says quietly from beside me as Lara sucks on his neck, her arms and legs wrapped around him as he continues to carry her like a baby monkey clinging to his chest.

"Yeah, I see. Don't make eye contact." We both keep looking straight ahead, aiming for the lift that's only destination is to our room.

"Reed," she calls out.

"f.u.c.k," Jet and I both whisper together. We both turn at the same time and face Amanda.

"Well, looky here, it's Miss Mandy. You coming up to play with us sweetie?" Jet asks her. She knows what he's asking. She knows the kind of games we like to play, especially after a show. She's seen what goes on and she knows how we operate. She's even joined us once. I watch as her eyes move from me to Jet, to Lara and back to Jet again.

"I actually wondered if you fancied going for something to eat, Reed?" Her eyes move back to mine. f.u.c.k, I don't want to be an a.r.s.ehole, but there's no way I'm going anywhere with her.

"Sorry Amanda, I've already got plans," I tell her.

"But you're more than welcome to join us if you want," Jet adds.

"Will I have your undivided attention if I do, Reed?"

I shake my head before she's even finished speaking. "You know that's not how we operate, Amanda. Now if you don't mind, it's been a long tour, and now it's over I'm gonna go and have some fun before I fly home tomorrow." We turn and head back toward the lift and leave her standing there. I feel bad, but I shouldn't. We had a quick f.u.c.k in an office at the studios one drunken night and then she joined Jet and me for a foursome with some other girl, whose name I don't remember. Although technically, I just watched and directed the three of them in action, until the very last minute when I came in the mouth of the unnamed girl, p.i.s.sing Amanda off big time. That was about three months ago, and despite me telling her from the start there was nothing more than s.e.x between us, since then, she's constantly tried ways to be alone with me. She's invited me out for drinks, lunch, coffee, and dinner. She's tried them all. I've refused each and every offer and yet here she is, still trying, still not giving up. She's persistent, I'll give her that.

I step out of the shower and grab a towel off the rack and wrap it around my hips. I grab another and rub my hair dry with it while wandering into the bedroom. I sit on the bed and stare down at the carpet, mentally preparing myself for tonight's events. We invited two couples and two girls back to join us tonight, plus, we have now added Lara to the mix.

The buzz from the c.o.ke I had earlier is wearing off and if the truth be told, I'd quite happily go straight to bed right now, but if I do that, I'll start to think, and the first and probably the last thing I'll think about is her. I get the usual stab of pain in my gut and chest, the instant I allow her image to enter my head.

It's been almost fifteen years since I saw or spoke to her in person. Fifteen long years since the night my life changed forever. Her not bothering to show up that night, changed the course I thought my life was set on. Her not showing up, resulted in my brother's death and me going to prison. Ultimately, all of those things had led me to Jet and the band, but I'd give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant I got my brother back, if the accident hadn't happened, if she, had just turned up. I look up toward the door as it rattles and Jet calls my name.

"Reed, dude, hope you're not in there getting all depressed. Get out here and have some fun. Stop thinking and come join us."

I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. It hurts, I don't know why but by keeping my breaths short and shallow, it helps keeps the pain away. When I breathe deep, it's like I let go of the tightness in my chest a little, which in turn, lets the ache and the pain out, or is it in? All these years later and it still hurts just as much. I seriously need to get a grip.

"Reed, you hearing me?"

"Yeah man, I'll be out in a minute. Go get them warmed up and wet. Put on a p.o.r.no or something. Yeah, put on some gay p.o.r.n. I wanna see how the bloke with the muscles reacts. Let's see how far we can push him tonight."

"You're an evil, twisted genius, Conner Reed. I f.u.c.king love you. Don't be long."

Twisted, now ain't that the truth. I'd moved on from my days of just liking to take charge in the bedroom. I'd joined the band just as they'd made it big. I hadn't had to do the hard yards with the rest of them. Two months after Jet found me busking at Tottenham Court Road Tube Station and asked me to audition, we'd signed a recording deal. I'd gone from living on the streets and in homeless shelters, busking for a living, to staying at the best hotels around the world and having a lump sum of two hundred and fifty grand US paid into my newly opened bank account, with a weekly expense allowance of another three thousand added to that. I'd seriously died and gone to rock star heaven. That was peanuts compared to what I'm earning now. I pay more than that in tax a year.

What I discovered, along with all of that is, that women will do anything, and I do mean anything, just to be a small part of my world. But the biggest surprise came, when I found out it wasn't just women, it was blokes too. And being the twisted little freak that I am, I pushed and pushed, just to see how far people would go to get what they wanted, and I soon discovered it was pretty much all the f.u.c.king way.

What resulted from that is what I'm about to do now. Mindless, dirty, filthy s.e.x. It's the only kind of s.e.x, the only kind of intimacy I can handle. I hate soft gentle touches. I hate whispered words of love or terms of endearment. I want nothing personal about the whole experience. My att.i.tude toward s.e.x is f.u.c.ked and as much as I know it's wrong, I like nothing better than taking a seemingly happy couple and destroying everything they thought they knew about themselves and each other, s.e.xually. And being Conner Reed, lead guitarist and sometimes singer for Shift, I always get people to do exactly what I want them to. Yeah, I abuse my status in life, so f.u.c.king what. You want a job as a roadie? Sure, tell your girlfriend to suck me off while you watch, and the job's all yours. You girls want backstage pa.s.ses and access to the after party? No problem, strap this on and f.u.c.k your mate from behind while she sucks me off and I'll get you backstage at any concert you want. My life is f.u.c.ked, why shouldn't theirs be too.

REED BY LESLEY JONES.

3.

I step out of the tranquillity and solitude of my bedroom and into what looks like a scene from a brothel or s.e.x club. On the big plasma screen on the wall, one bloke's being spit roasted between two others. The sound is down and Alex Gaudino's 'Destination Calabria' is pulsing through the suite's sound system.

The girls from the two couples we have invited are straddling their boyfriend's laps, doing nothing more than kissing them. Oh dear, that just won't do. The two girls we invited at the sound check earlier are obviously a little more adventurous. One is sitting, naked from the waist down on Jet's face, the other is sucking his c.o.c.k. Lara, the girl from the limo, is cutting a line of c.o.ke on the granite bench top in the kitchen area. The girl seriously has a problem!

The room is dimly lit by the giant fish tank built into the wall. The whole area is bathed in a beautiful blue light, only altering when the threesome on the telly changes position.

I sit in the wing-backed chair facing the huge sofa everyone is occupying and wait for them to realise I'm there.

The girl sitting on Jet's face notices me first. She climbs off of him and walks toward me wearing nothing but a bra, one of her t.i.ts is hanging out and her makeup is smudged under her eyes. She looks anything but attractive, and I shake my head as she reaches toward my c.o.c.k.

I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I still haven't decided yet if I'm going to take part, but if they all look as rough as the woman standing in front of me right now, I'm likely to go with a no. I'll just take care of myself as I watch all of them carry out my orders. I get off on the power trip. Watching other people f.u.c.k, suck and lick because I've told them to, turns me on, or maybe, I'm just a perv who likes to watch other people having s.e.x. Who knows? I've never discussed it with a professional and I never intend to. It works for me and that's all I really care about.

Jet sits up and pulls the girl sucking his c.o.c.k, out of his lap by her hair. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. The two couples are now all sitting side by side on the sofa, the girls on the inside, wedged between the blokes. One couple are grunger types, both have tats and piercings. The other two look like a pair of fitness freaks, all toned and tanned. She's blonde with ma.s.sive fake t.i.ts that are far too big for her skinny frame. He looks like Johnny Bravo from the cartoon show.

"What're your name's girls?" I watch Johnny straighten up. He doesn't like me talking to his girl. Hmmm, interesting.

"Shayla," the little punk princess says first. I look across to Jet who's sitting cross legged on the floor smoking a joint. She's just his type, but then again, so is her boyfriend. Jet winks at me, he knows what I'm thinking and he gives a little nod.

"Lacy," the Barbie Doll adds while twirling her hair around her finger. She's about twenty-five, not five. Does she seriously think that acting all cute and coy is gonna do things for me?

"You ever kissed a girl, Lacy?" She stops twirling her hair. Johnny shifts next to her and clears his throat. I think he likes that idea.

She nods her head. "Yeah, a few, back in college." She tilts her chin defiantly at me.

"I didn't know that," Johnny says from beside her.

"You've never asked," Barbie replies.