Dirty Little Freaks (6 page)

The rest of the show goes off without a hitch. Eva and I sit at one of the tiny tall tables near the edge of the dance floor. I feel like I’m perching, watching my man. My cunt still throbs from the feel of Hush’s fingers inside of me, and I can understand how addictive this is, why Eva loves it. Girls saunter past and give me dirty looks of envy and bitchy anger. Guys stare at me like fucking my pussy would be their magic portal to becoming a punk rock God. I would mention to them that Bondo is just a two bit band playing a second rate club in a city known for its mountains, not its thriving punk scene...but fuck it, I'm loving this too much.

After the show Hush lays his guitar down on an amp and a roadie scurries forward to pick it up. I admire this. Perhaps Bondo isn’t as shitty as I think they are. He takes a look at me, smiles, purposefully smells his fingers again and leaps off the stage. The crowd parts to give him room and a few long strides later he's in front of me. I can see the coke has worn off a bit but there's still a glimmer of attraction there. It comforts me, knowing the drugs brought us together but there might be something tangible in our raw heat after all.

"Great set," I nod at him, doing my best to play it cool and resist the urge to stroke his smooth skin, slicked with sweat. I imagine that stubble on his jaw line would send me into tactile sensation orbit. I think about running my tongue along his face, tasting his salty sweat, humping his leg and biting his lip. He’s got me hotter than a bitch in heat.

It’s the X, this can’t be real, I reassure myself for the millionth time. This repetitive inner monologue is actually getting on my nerves, my own insecurity and attraction to the hottest man I’ve ever seen is annoying me. I need to stop.

“Thanks,” he says with a lopsided grin. “So, what’s up for the rest of the night?”

Thankfully none of his icy distance has come back, in spite of the coke fire receding. I don’t know if there is some left inside there, or if he’s genuinely interested in me, but I don’t care right now. I feel like I’ve won a fucking prize or something. I wonder if he comes with an oversized cheque.

I’m grinning, and would wag my tail if I had one. Thank God I’m not one of those club kids with the whacky fox tails hanging off the back of them or I might be wiggling like a Chihuahua on speed by now.

“I don’t know, I think Eva’s the cruise director for the night,” I tell him, still grinning. Oh my God, I hate my own lack of control and some part of me, the part that’s been kicked and called down and laughed at my entire life, the inner bitter spinster, is warning me that he’s just acting like this as part of some cosmic joke. There’s no way he could be interested in me, not that I care, but somewhere I do. Maybe. Fuck, this was supposed to be a fast bang with somebody I didn’t know, something to ease the sexual tension and keep my heart safely stowed in the overhead compartment. I need to check myself before I wreck myself.

Fuuuuuuck I’m starting to sound like a snappy gum chewing inner city teenager.

He doesn’t notice any of this; none of my colossal inner struggle makes it to my face. Thank you Jeebus for this one small gift from my mother, the ultimate poker face. Comes from having to lie to the authorities from an early age.

Eva jumps in and says “Denny’s, then our place, if that’s ok with you two.” She gives me the brow lift, the ‘hey, is that cool’ look and I nod my agreement.

Diesel has reached the table by then, he wraps his arms around Eva and sweeps her into an embrace. He kisses her neck and says, “Sounds perfect to me, sweetums.” Eva is grinning wider than I am, and she’s not high.

Girls shoot us daggers as we leave the club, once on the street we’re just any other young, crazy foursome making their way through the streets on a weekend. We walk right past the sex shop and I see Jag inside behind the counter, he’s reading a spank mag, but I am pretty sure it really is for the articles. He doesn’t see me, but for a moment I have the overwhelming urge to run into the store, find my spot under the bright fluorescent lights in between the rubber cocks and flabby pocket pussies. Right back into my comfortable life where I fuck for fun with no strings attached and it feels like nothing is ever going to change. Right now I feel like things are about to change and I am terrified.

Then I see one of our messier disgusting old pervs reach for the handle and walk in, and that fleeting idea is gone. Ha, Jag’s going to have fun cleaning the booth tonight, and I’ve got two days off so there’s no chance of me having to be the one to do it.

I smile, feel Hush’s hand grab mine, and walk faster to keep up with the group.

“There is NO fucking way the Revolting Cocks would have ever fronted for the Sex Pistols, I don’t know why you suggest this every fucking time we play this game,” Hush yells at Diesel, only half kidding. They were in the middle of what is apparently a regular game for them...’build your perfect concert’.

“That’s my point, they wouldn’t open for them, they’d have to share the marquee, you daft fucking asshole,” Diesel shoots back.

“They’re not even the same ball field, how could you mix the two?” Hush argues back.

“Guys, guys, please,” Eva jumps in, “really, who gives a shit?” She laughs and I had to agree. It seemed like the kind of game designed just to argue for the sake of arguing.

“Come on, are you guys ready to order?” I asked, my stomach growling. I needed to eat, which was strange on X; generally I forgot to feed myself while I was riding high. I wonder if Serai sold me a bad batch. That would explain this raw feeling I have around Hush.

“Yup,” Hush answers, looking at me directly with those crazy amazing eyes. “I’m going for an Everything Omelet, sour dough toast, and a tea.”

My order, he’s ordering my favorite. Now I can’t get it, can I? What if he thinks I’m getting it just to be like him? Eva solves this problem for me by yelling, “That’s CRAZY! That’s what Jade gets every single time we come here.”

“Well, maybe not every single time,” I mumble and look at the menu. Now it’s going to be really obvious if I don’t order it. God I hate this social interaction shit. I should have fucked him in the bathroom, then I could be dancing my face off at some after hours warehouse on the east side by now.

“Name one time you ordered something else,” Eva kept on. “I dare you.”

“Uh, that time we were here twice in one night, I ordered a piece of pie the second time,” I reply in my lame defense.

“Ha, that doesn’t count. That was like dessert for the first meal,” Eva says, triumphant and obviously the clear winner in our own version of the ‘argue just to argue’ game.

“Well, I think it’s kinda cool that we like the same things,” Hush says. He winks and adds, “that just means there are a few things we both like, right?”

I blush and lock eyes with him. I fucking blush because I have the flash of his fingers deep inside of me where it felt natural and right. My pussy throbs, out here in the glaring bright lights of the Denny’s. I feel exposed in my lust but I don’t fucking care. I would drag him to the bathroom to feel those fingers again if I wasn’t so fucking hungry.

“Ok, I’m getting a waitress before these two start fucking on the table,” Diesel says, waving at a tired looking older woman bursting out of her brown Denny’s uniform. She sighs and shuffles over. She must hate the likes of us, but I admire her tenacity.

“Whaddayawant?” she asks, flipping open a notebook. She is a caricature of a bored waitress, but I didn’t want to offend her by telling her this. I wish I sketched so I could draw her right now, but even that artistic homage would be taken badly I’m sure.

“I’ll have the Everything Omelet with a-” I start to order but I’m cut off as I feel Hush’s fingers creeping over my thigh. Stay cool, come on, I need to force myself to finish. I clear my throat and continued, “a cup of tea.”

“Orange Pekoe or English Breakfast?” she asks as his fingers find the top of my thong and move it aside. My God his fingers are long and agile, and I can feel that rough callous on the tips, the little extra patch that sends my brain packing and lets my clit take over.

“Um, Uh,” I manage to get out. She sighs and closes her eyes as if praying for the strength to not smack me. “Orange Pekoe!” I say at last as his fingers find my wet folds.

“And you?” the waitress looks at Hush. He is sitting in the booth closest to her and he looks up with his flashy smile. She warms slightly when she sees his beautiful eyes and classic good looks, all-Canadian in spite of the mohawk.

“I’ll have the same as her,” he says and nods towards me, then passes her our menus with his free hand. I don’t know how Eva and Diesel are talking quietly to each other, or how the waitress isn’t asking us to leave; it feels like it should be completely obvious to everyone that I am being fingered under the table right now. I can’t concentrate, his fingers have found my clit and I can feel my pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second. I should have put a napkin on the seat before I sat down; he’s got me oozing as he flicks my clit.

The waitress takes the other two orders and leaves, luckily Eva and Diesel have gone back to nuzzling each other’s necks and don’t notice when I lean forward, my face flushed. I pick up the spoon and hold it in my fingers, rubbing the smooth curve with my thumb, matching his relentless rhythm.

“You are a magnificent little slut, aren’t you?” Hush leans over and whispers in my ear, I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I can’t reply, I’m about to gush on him for the second time that night and it feels like sacrilege to speak at the moment. I rub the spoon and stare at it intently, concentrating on his fingers, my clit. My vision narrows and that’s all that’s left of the world.

“Look at me,” he demands in my ear, and I do, I turn my head to obey him.

His piercing eyes lock on mine and I cannot look away. I am the deer, he is the headlight and we’re about to collide. I hit him hard, but I go completely still. On the outside I look like I’m staring into my lover’s eyes, I’m positively serene, on the inside I am a raving lunatic, tearing at my hair, frothing at the mouth and screaming his name at the top of my lungs. My performance is fucking Oscar worthy, and I want to drop dramatically into a bow and exit stage left when I finish with the smallest of shudders.

He slowly removes his fingers from my slit and pushes my thong back in place. He traces his wet fingers along my upper thigh, down to my knee, then brings his hand back to the top of the table and cups my face.

I can smell my scent on him, heady and organic. It turns me on again. I don’t stop throbbing. He leans his forehead against mine, our eyes are comically huge this close and at this perspective. I laugh and turn away, sucking his fingers into my mouth. I taste myself now, tangy and sweet, I slide my tongue along them and hear him groan. He leans towards my ear again and says, “I need to fuck you tonight,” in a low voice that reflects my own urgency.

I melt into him, practically swooning, and finally close my eyes. Hush kisses the top of my head and strokes my hair. I reach up and feel the fuzz of his shaved head, the wall of his mohawk still standing mostly on end this late night. It’s a painfully sweet intimate moment and somewhere inside of me I am on alert level red. Pull away, draw back, batten the hatches and shut the drawbridge. My body won’t react though, and I stay there pressed against him, feeling him breathe and pet my hair with fingers that smell like me.

“Oh look at the lovebirds, I told you they’d hit it off,” Eva interrupts at last. I didn’t know how I could have pulled myself away from the intoxicating closeness we had been sharing, so I thank her silently when we pull apart. I'm not used to this level of connection, especially with somebody I just met, and even more so with somebody that seemingly ticks all the boxes on my list outlining the "perfect guy." More than that, perfect guy by society’s standards, mohawk and all.

“You’ve got the soul of a matchmaker,” Diesel replies, kissing Eva’s hand. “You knew we were meant to be together, right?”

“Of course, and I couldn’t leave my poor girl out in the cold, right Jade?” she sticks her tongue out at me. “I wasn’t sure she was going to like you though, she’s been avoiding me ever since I mentioned it.”

“Oh, same with Hush here, he’s the virgin of our little group.” Diesel laughs. “He’s been with us a couple of months and we haven’t seen him use his rock God powers for good at all. I mean come on, what’s the point of having adoring fans lined up if you’re just going to go home alone?”

“Oh I think we were destined to find each other,” Hush smiles and looks at me, “she hunted me down all on her own, didn’t you babe?”

“I confess, I followed your fine ass all the way to the men’s room,” I say. It was weird, this feeling like we were doing something totally conventional, like double dating. “I couldn’t help myself...can’t help myself.” I hate how smug the three of them look so I add “It must be the X I took earlier,” just to dampen their moods. It doesn’t work and I feel like I’ve been sold in some auction I had no awareness of.

The tea shows up, then the food and we make quick work of it. I know I’m eating fast because I want to get home and fuck, I’m not sure about the others, but we’re probably all on the same page.