Misery Loves Company

Track 18: A High Class Broad

Misery Loves Company

By: theinkslingerr

Track 18: A High Class Broad

Dom wasn't even patient enough to let the bathroom door close on its own. He kicked it shut, turned me around, and shoved me against it, mouth never leaving mine.

I stood there completely stunned. Eyes open, unblinking, unmoving.

My Mom had never been big on hugs and kisses, so the only people who'd kissed me growing up were Paula, and sometimes Enid on the cheek. I couldn't remember anybody of the opposite sex ever holding or kissing me- not even my useless Dad.

Most girls my age were well past their first kiss, and those that weren't thought about it constantly. I'd never been the type to obsess over stuff like that, but I'd imagined a few scenarios, and getting mauled in the bathroom of a Peruvian restaurant had not been one of them.

Yet it was happening.

Dom licked into my mouth hungrily like I was the torta de chocolate he'd ordered but never got to finish. His lips were soft and teasing as he slid both thumbs through the belt loops of my ensemble and used them to anchor me to the door. Low grunts vibrated in his throat, and the scruff on his jaw scratched my sensitive skin. For a few seconds I was lost to sensation, caught in the undertow of a moment I didn't really think I'd get to experience. It felt a lot like being in a lucid dream you couldn't do anything in...until Dom nipped my bottom lip and pulled, and the stinging pain woke me up.

"Mmph-" I shoved against his powerful chest. "Stop! Stop!"

We were both breathing hard, and my head was spinning which made it very difficult to form coherent sentences. "What are you doing?!"

"Misreading the moment, apparently." Dom had the nerve to look hurt. "I thought- we were good out there, right? We were having fun..."

"So why'd you just ruin it?!" I sputtered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

His jaw clenched, eyes a storm of different greens. He opened his mouth to say something, but a soft click followed by an even softer swear word caught our attention. Dom was still right in front of me, obscuring my view of the rest of the bathroom. I watched him turn his head slightly, peek over his shoulder, and stiffen. Within seconds he was pressing me against the door again.

Panic thrummed low in my gut. "Stop it, Dom! Get off!"

"Sssh..." he hissed quietly. "There's a girl behind me and I'm pretty sure she just took a pic."

"Oh my God!" I ducked, comically late. "Someone was in the first stall when I came in!"

Dom heaved a frustrated sigh. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I don't know. Guess I was too busy trying not to choke on your tongue!"

To my surprise he actually blushed, but quickly pulled himself together to insult our creepy onlooker. "There are websites you can watch this kind of stuff on, you know! Most of them are even free!"

That got us a little squeak, and a rush of fanaticism. "Oh, no! You've- you've got it all wrong, Dominic! I've been a Blue Vendetta fan since the Basement Tracks EP and I just wanted a real picture of you! You're my favorite! That's why I don't even care about Boston! I-I-!"

"Get out of here," Dom whispered as she babbled on. "I'll see if I can get her to delete the picture." He stepped sideways, dragging me along to keep me out of sight.