Red desires

Chapter 9

I remember the first time I touched myself.

I then was in the middle school, surrounded by my friends (no, not when I touched myself. Before that).

When I was in fourth grade, there was a popular game going on the playground every time the bell rang. Jason was my best friend at the time and every kid in the school would play with us.

It was named "poor kitty". There would be around five people sitting on chairs in a circle with one (the kitty) in the middle. The one in the middle would go on his/her knees and meow at each player and the first to laugh becomes the kitty.

Jason was the one who introduced it at school since they played it at his birthday party. They had so much fun that day he said, he wanted to share it to all of his friends.

And he was right, it was hilarious. I couldn't stop myself from laughing at the sight of the "poor kitty" meowing desperately at us to take his place. I laughed so much I ended up as the poor kitty myself and had to wait and wail long before someone would take my place.

I pleaded like possible, meowing desperately and tried to make weird position, but after the fifth time, my charm wore off. I didn't make anybody laugh anymore.

"Maybe we should spice it up a little", Jason proposed as most of his friends got bored. "What do you say if we make the kitty do a dare."

Everybody cheered at that suggestion. That was exactly when I was the kitty once again.

"So," said Jason with a thinking face, "what do we want her to do?"

"Maybe we can make her kiss Mac?" Suggested Jenny.

Everyone let out a 'Ew' of disgust at the thought. Mac was the filthy cat of the janitor of the school. He always wandered anywhere but in a clean place. Once, I found him near the toilets licking at the puddle near it, and God only knows what's the smell emanating from him when he passes us every day.

"No please, anything but that," I pleaded, kneeling to my lowest to them. But everybody was already excited at the idea.

"Cm' on, it's just a little kiss," commented Yan, the son of the director, with his pronounced accent. "T's not that gross," he said even if he yelped when the cat suddenly appeared next to him, as if he knew we talked about him.

Once again, I shook my head in disapproval. "Please not that, change it."

Then it's like they had a connexion. They looked at each other and grinned. Without any word exchanged, they agreed altogether on another dare. "Fine," said Jason after this weird exchange, "you can do something else."

"Thank you," I sighed, practically too relieved at the thought of escaping such a dreadful fate. But my smile instantly faded when I noticed their wicked smile. What were they plotting? "If you don't want to be the Kitty anymore, you have to kneel in front of us but this time, you can't complain to anything we do to you, like a good kitty."

"What?" I screamed in horror. "But you can't do that. That's not the rules. That means that nobody can take my place."

"Yeah, but what do you want? You took down the dare we gave you, we have no other choice."

"Yes, you have..." I whined. "We can continue the way we did before."

"But it's boring. We want to laugh," complained Yan as he stirred in place.

"Look, if you don't do it, it's okay. You just don't play with us anymore. We can find somebody else to play the kitty with us," threatened Jason.

I looked at them one by one. None of them seemed to joke anymore. They're all taking their words seriously. They were really gonna throw me out of the group if I didn't comply. I didn't have any other choice.