Dulce

22

Icould hear the music before I could see the house. I’m guessing it’s not a secret then because this is not exactly inconspicuous.

“I didn’t think this would be your scene,” I tell Scott, who is walking beside me. We actively ignore Sarah and Casey, who look like they are trying to devour each other in front of us.

“I might not like a few people.” He sighs when I look at him. “Or most people,” he amends. “But I do like alcohol and pretty ladies.”

“Pretty ladies?” I laugh. “I’m not sure if you were aiming for creepy, but if so, you nailed it.”

“Funny girl.” He leans over and wraps his arm around my shoulder and pretends to give me a noogie.

Now, noogies are not genuinely given as signs of endearment, but something warms me when he does it. I never really thought about making friends when I came here. It wasn’t something that was even on my radar. I wanted to get in, do my job, and get out. But nothing about this place or the people in it turned out to be anything like I thought it would be.

Scott and Casey have given me something I had no idea I was missing out on. Every male I come across is usually either taken or wants to fuck me. I’m not saying every man wants me, but I play the part of the vixen so well that flirting is second nature. Hell, I don’t even know I’m doing it half the time. Casey has Sarah, so I guess I can’t count him, but Scott is different. He’s hot in a less noticeable way, funny, kind, and he likes me for a reason beyond my boobs or what’s between my legs.

I wasn’t sure at the start what he wanted from me, but as the days bleed into the next and the weeks pass, I’ve fallen into an easy friendship that’s helped my time here.

“I wouldn’t have thought this was your scene. You might look the part, but you sure as shit are no sheep,” Scott points out.

“Well, that’s comforting, I think.”

He grins and tugs me closer, my hand smoothing across his stomach as we continue to walk.

“I mean, you look like a popular girl. Hell, I bet if you wanted, you could go to any school in the country and walk away as prom queen. You’re gorgeous, dress nice, and drive a car that alone makes boys cum in their pants. You ooze sex and you’re confident with it. But your absolute best quality to me, is your take no bullshit attitude.

“You’re not a sheep because you don’t follow. You were born to lead. The irony is not lost on me that you have no interest in leading. You have all the power, and yet you want none of it. I find the whole thing fascinating.”

“Stop looking at me like I’m an alien to be dissected,” I joke, elbowing him in the ribs as I follow Sarah and Casey up the steps to the building.

“You are fascinating, though. You’re also kind of terrifying. I have no interest in trying to get in your pants because I’m smart enough to know you’d eat me alive.”

I throw my head back and laugh at that, drawing the attention of the boys closest to us. They don’t care about me right now. All they see is my short skirt and cleavage playing peek-a-boo with my low-cut top.

It’s an act. This is not who I am but the role I play. At home, when the job is over, I’m usually walking around in my tank top and underwear with a pair of funky socks on. I’m about as low-key as you can get. Out here, though, I wield my body as a weapon, drawing people in before I strike.

“You, Scott, are awesome. Don’t ever change.”

“Well, who am I to argue with you?” He does a royal bow, making me snort.

“Pussy-whipped.” Someone fake coughs, making me turn to look at the two jocks shoving each other while laughing.

“Jealous?” I let my eyes rove over their large frames before I step back up to Scott and link my arm through his.

“My, you’re both big boys,” I drawl, making them puff up a little. I let my eyes drift to their crotches, not that I can see anything in the dim light, but I smirk as if I can.

“I think I’ll stick with Scott. I like them big where it counts. Don’t worry, though. I hear they have all kinds of gadgets and pills out there now to promote penis growth, so don’t look so sad about it.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” one of them hisses.

I lift my hand and waggle my pinkie finger at him.

“Why go for three inches when I can have ten?” I wink, then drag Scott through the laughing crowd of people.

“I’m glad you’re on our side. If your powers were ever used for evil, I’m pretty sure you could make everyone here cry.” Sarah laughs, stepping up to my other side and linking her arm through mine.

“No worries. I only use my sharp tongue on assholes who deserve it.”

“Well, as a nice and unexpected side effect, please prepare yourself, man, for an influx of interested pussy looking for the holy grail of ten-inch cocks.” Casey waggles his brows at Scott as he walks backward ahead of us.

Scott groans and dips his head.

Oh, man. I didn’t think before I opened my mouth.

“Sorry, Scott. Hey, I happen to think there is nothing wrong with a small dick.”

All three of them look at me, but I press on.

“No, I’m serious. For a start, a man with a small dick has honed his skills in other areas. I’m telling you, when it comes to oral sex, give me a man with a three-inch dick any day of the week, as he has something to prove.”

They still look at me like I’m an alien.

“I’m serious. And don’t even get me started on anal. As nice as a big dick is in theory, nobody wants a ten-inch whopper shoved up their ass. Oh, and deepthroating? That shit is hard. Now, I have a friend who could probably deepthroat a footlong sandwich, but she has a special skill set,” I tell them, thinking about Lollie and her pornstar powers. “But average girls like me and Sarah here have to train hard to pull off a deepthroat gobble without choking to death or puking everywhere. A three-incher means we can swallow that knob down like a champ. It’s very rewarding. I’m telling you, little dicks are the way forward.”

“I don’t have a three-inch dick, Everly,” Scott tells me as Sarah laughs her head off beside me and Casey looks at me with a bemused expression on his face.

“Oh. Oh, well then. That’s good. Congratulations on having a huge schlong. Is there any food here? I’m hungry.”

“If we’re still single by the time we hit thirty, we should get married. I’ll even let you bring in a third with a tiny dick for anal,” Scott offers magnanimously.

I tap his chest, scouting the room for snacks.