I'm Not a Whore, I'm a Leech

I'm Not a Whore, I'm a Leech (Chapter Seven)

“Hey! You’re early!” Alicia cracks, placing her hands on her hips, a stern look dominating her face as Frank and I cross the threshold of her home, Frank half carrying me to the lounge.

 

“We are?” I slur.

 

Alicia cackles, arms flying to her sides. “No, I was just pulling your fingers.”

 

Frowning, I glance down at my hands. Start counting the fingers. “One… two… five… three…” I lose myself at twenty-seven and have to start again: “One… six… two… ten… eleven… fifteen…”

 

I scowl and repeat.

 

Frank moves to cover my hands with his, drawing my gaze up to his face. He is staring down at me. “Are you sure you’re alright, Cam?”

 

I giggle, reaching up a finger to stroke his cheek. “You’re very pretty,” I purr, pressing my lips to his throat.

 

“Alicia?” I hear Frank say, bass tones vibrating against my lips. I giggle again as he says, “I could use a couch for this.”

 

“Tickles,” I laugh, cupping his neck with my free hand and nuzzling my face further into his throat. “Again,” I mutter, something slimy slipping down my lips.

 

“Ew, Cam? No- you’re drooling. We don’t do that. Not here, not ever.”

 

“Pretty,” I lilt, tracing my lips up his jaw. “Tickly.”

 

“Couch, Alicia.” Through the haze, an emotion registers: panic. But I ignore it and suck on his earlobe as he heaves me to a densely-packed living room and throws me on a couch rather unceremoniously. I break out in hysterical tittering and reach my arms out to his blurring figure, looming darkly over me. “Again,” I command. He glares at me and picks me up from my lying position on the couch and sits me up before plopping himself on the couch beside me.

 

“Frankie, let’s do something fun!” I was whining, I was blatantly aware of that fact, yet I didn’t care. I leaned heavily on Frank and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down towards me. He tried to pry my arms off of him, until Alicia suddenly catches my attention.

 

“Alicia! Bitch, don’t go pouring yourself a drink without giving me one.” She looks up at me, her eyes widened more than normal. I walk over to the buffet table and she hands me a bottle with some form of alcohol in it and I start downing it. I can see out of the corner of my eye that Frank has jumped off of the couch and is heading towards me.

 

I turn to face him just as he makes his way over to me. “Can I help you?”

 

He tries to grab the drink from my hand, but I hold it above my head, which thinking back was probably a very moronic thing to do considering Frank is taller than me. He tries to grab the drink from my hand again but I jerk back trying to keep it out of his reach. I stumble and the liquid spills all over me.