Far From Home

Chapter Seven - Favours

I began drifting into consciousness.

The pulse from Drew kicking the car's accelerator burned my ears. The vibration cut through my body. I felt numb. Through my tears and screaming I just looked at my boyfriend. I couldn't take my eyes off him and all his little detail. He said nothing but kept barking at Drew a seat ahead. He didn't look at me. He didn't say it was going to be okay, but maybe his hand clenching on mine was enough to say that.

"Guys... We took it too far... I can't..." I didn't know if anyone understood my screaming underneath the blasting sirens growing louder behind us. I couldn't keep my eyes open.

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My sneakers didn't feel as strong or as sexy as I was intending to be. I wish I had a pair of heels I could've changed into... I sighed. Even that wouldn't have helped me in the situation.
I swayed my hips through the pub with Morgan at my heels, whom could probably sniff my virginity on me. But wasn't that a concept? How could that make me innocent or not sexy? Does Morgan just know I'm a virgin...?
No, I thought whilst playing with my hair, I was just sixteen to him. I knew I was sixteen but I also knew how to turn a guy on. My sex life, despite being a virgin, was not a total dud and I had already had a couple good hook ups.
As I continued to provocatively wander through the room, almost embracing the sound of hip hop music. I did not react to the sniff of drugs or vomit or the violence among the men. By the billiard table were fights and a blur of leather, and at the final booth were a towards us.
I looked at Morgan and I knew it was Drew.
"Oh sh--"
Before he could finish I sexily smirked and bit my lip, walking over to the men to assist Drew. This was what I came inside for and I was needed... I was just luckily I had my alcohol buzz.
"Boys." I smiled widely, in the midst of the argument at the head of the table. I was standing and they weren't, so it was easy to grab their attention with my slow strokes up my thighs. I raised my shorts a little higher, right at their eye level. Drew looked at me, wide-eyes and surprised. They all shut up.
"My good guy Drew here, I believe is doing me a favour." I looked at the two men opposite Drew not leaving their eye contact. I ran a hand through my hair. They were not old, in their late twenties or thirties. The men undoubtedly were successful and wore their wealth. One had a shaved head and diamond earrings down both ears, the other had a long dark pony tail, beard and neck tattoo. They were both clean, well groomed, clothed in designer clothes and had heavy gold watches. They both looked at me alike Drew in disbelief.
"That's her?" Pony tail glanced back over to Drew, the harsh tone instantly dropping.
I couldn't just stand there. I needed to impress.
"Oh, this is all me." I swung my hips over into the table, my shorts riding further up and my legs exposed facing the men.
The men snickered.
"She's quite a show, I bet she'd be good for your business. Or do you want her for other reasons?" Earrings noticed Morgan, but his eyes kept flickering over to my thighs.
I could feel Morgan's presence even closer and tensing behind me. I loved every bit of his reaction.
"That's none of your business." Drew seemed flabbergasted, "We gave you what you wanted. She deserves some kind of recognition, doesn't she?"
Earrings took a drink and slammed his glass down. "Why do we have to do you a favour, huh?"
"Why, why would not?" I grabbed Pony tail by his jaw so I could look in his eyes. I could feel him tensing up under my grip. "What's your names?"
"I'm Chris, that's Vic. You know, you're not actually entitled to know, Princess."
"Princess?" I cocked an eyebrow smiling. "Don't wanna do a princess a favour?"
Vic couldn't keep his eyes off my legs and I noticed him nudging Chris.
"We'd only be doing you a favour, not those two..." Vic narrowed his eyes at Drew and Morgan.
Drew scowled, and as Morgan lunged I pushed him away, linking his arm.
"Dude, we just gave you high quality coke practically free!" Morgan shuddered under my arm.
The men snickered again.
"Only half off. And as a result, I will be expecting further favours from the girl herself."
My wide smile remained. I knew I wouldn't have to, not with Morgan about to burst of fury around anyway.
The men stood up, I gave Vic a wink.
"The boys will tell you were to go. Tonight, 6pm sharp. The deal's off if you're not alone." Chris' tone seemed serious and clean, but I knew as he stood up he liked it as much as Vic considering the obvious bulge. Chris and Vic fled in different paths as they emerged from their seats.

"What the fuck!" Morgan shoved me into the booth almost throwing his fist through the table. He sat beside me, shaking his head.
"I'm surprised too but I'm proud." Drew lent over the table and brushed my hand resting over it.
I laughed. "I'm not sleeping with you, Drew."
"Dammit."
"I adapt it, I underestimated you. But all those guys... Wow, Libby, was it necessary to be such a sl*t?" Morgan practically glared at me.
I glared back. "So I'm either an innocent girl or a sl*t? Gee, thanks Morgan. I thought I had to do something to make it in this world."
Underneath my exterior, I was incredibly proud of myself and my success. I shocked the guy I liked and made progress. Perhaps not the type of shock or progress I was after exactly, but for once I felt alive.
Silence grew over the three of us until Drew broke it.
"We wouldn't have done today without you, Libby." He admitted.
"Thank you."
"I guess we better head to the car, we have work to do."
The three off us walked in a pack through the pub. I felt fearless, strong. The guys were solid and their presence around me assured me of my power.
Before we could pile into the car, Morgan held my arm back.
"I don't want you to do anything stupid with them tonight."
"Excuse me?" I huffed. A part of me understood, I did not want to sleep with them and I was worried of the outcome. But I wasn't Morgan's.
"Libby, you caused your scene, worried me, proved your point. You don't need to get yourself into further stupid situations."
I could feel the tension between us and he stunk of jealously.
Was he interested in me too? Jealous all along?
I began to feel slight guilt. "I guess I had to do what I had to do. I don't want to sleep with them, anyway."
Morgan sighed with relief getting into the passenger side beside Drew, whom wasn't paying attention.
"But Morgan, I'm not a scared little girl. I might again have to do what I have to do," I smiled through the open window. I kind of lied, no way would I actually have sleep with those men, but if it was oral, I'd consider it. "...And of course that was just a scene, wait til you see the entire show."
I followed my urge and leaned over through the window and kissed Morgan's cheek. Before he could say a word from his dropped jaw, I hopped into the back seat behind him and commanded the driver to pump the loud engine.