Standarding Up

Chapter Three: Fugly Is the New Phucking Phabulous

   "Girls, that was the best show I've seen in about ten years! You should all be proud of yourself!" Jojo continued giving us praises after our show. Her smoky eyeshadow and dark, skimpy outfit gave the impression that she didn't run this but rather she was the owner's daughter scoping out a good lay. I certainly saw quite a few myself...

   "You look away my guy Wynter!" Keely gently pushed me wagging her skinny finger at me.

   I looked at her stunned, "What are you talking about? I didn't even make eye contact with any of the boys tonight."

   She laughed forcefully, "Wyn, I was only kidding. He just kept giving you glances, but I wanted him." She sighed and brushed her auburn bangs away from her pale face.

   I sighed back. These stupid bitches didn't know how to go after a man and then some blamed it all on me. "Sorry Keely, sorry that my ass is more luxurious than yours." And with that, I picked up my hoodie and left counting up the bills that had been shoved down my cleavage throughout the night.

   When I got home, Dexter was sprawled out on the couch, beer in hand, and watching sport news. His good friend Wilson was already passed out on the floor. I kicked him slightly making sure he was fully asleep. Only his blond curls shook in the process. I jumped into Dexter's lap, grabbed the blanket that was folded neatly beside him, and wrapped it around mine and Dexter's body. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

   "I'm about to make your life miserable and you're giving me kisses? Damn, why didn't you tell me? I could have made new horrible pick-up lines." He started laughing but then focused right back on the television.

   I scrunched up my nose, "Typical move dude. Beer and sports. Why couldn't I have a gay best friend? One that went shopping, went to get their nails done with me, and rate guys?!"

   He laughed, "It's not my fault I don't crave having a dick shoved up my asshole," he shuddered, "My God! That sounds horribly painful."

   "Thanks for that image Dex. I think I puked in my mouth a lot."

   "Get off of me then," he pushed me to the right where I bounced on the cushions.

   "You ready for tomorrow... Well I guess tonight?" I said glancing at the clock which reminded me it was after twelve.

   He mumbled a response, too wrapped up in his program to even give me any attention. I didn't blame him though, and plus, I had had a lot of attention for just one night. I quickly took a warm shower and got changed into my fuzzy pajamas. I pulled my dark hair into a messy bun and skipped my way back unto the couch. I peeked a look over at Dexter, his hair wild from the lack of upkeep. I wonder if he's growing a beard? He's looking pretty rough right now. I grabbed the almost empty beer bottle from the glass table and took a big gulp downing its content.

   "That was the last one you son of a bitch!" He lightly scolded me.

   I stuck my tongue out at him and punch him in the gut. He grunted but took it like a man. I put a pillow on his lap and decided that was where I'd be sleeping tonight. I closed my eyes and within seconds, I was out like a rock.

   "I want to touch you Lutz. I want to touch you so badly." A frightened moan left my mouth. I didn't know what was going on. One minute I was dancing with Keely and the others, next I was in a dark room with a man with a deep, booming voice. I couldn't seem to find him though. It was like he was a ghost.

   I felt a hand creep up my shirt, toying with the clasp of my bra. I tried swatting him away, but I then realized I was chained to a bed. As he tugged off my shirt, it dawned on me that this was my sexual fantasy turned into a mere nightmare. Why couldn't I see his face?