I'm bad, baby- Finished- English Version

03: Ten

Prompt: Lapdance

People are yelling at me, at us.

They are yelling because we are incredibly brave.

He is a straight guy, basketball team, six foot, five inches. His friends are crazy, alcohol is my friend because it protects me from my shame and their hate or ignorance.

This is all a game for me, but if any of these guys start feeling uncomfortable I could be in problems.

He laughed, and I smirked going down, feeling his dick saluting my butt. It likes the attention as much as I do and then, butt on dick I start moving in circles biting my lip more for the public than for him.

Guys and gals are cheering for us, he is very hard now and grabbed my hips down to feel it harder. My own dick says hi and my pants are too tight, thankfully I'm small. I don't want everybody to see it but again, alcohol.

I kept rubbing myself against him for a little and then I saw him.

Watching me from the hall with a drink in his hand.

Why is he watching me like that?

Like if I owe him something. He is a moron.

Then a girl stands behind him, hugs him from behind, and I decide to show him everything he could have if he wanted it. But she takes his hand and they walk to the other side, upstairs I guess.

o-o-o-o-o

I woke up by seven even when I probably fell asleep at 3 or 4. I stink like shit, alcohol, weed, and cigarettes. I look at my side, this is not the guy I danced with.

I dress up and go up. The corridor is empty, well, just trash on the floor, at least I'm still in Brad's frat house.

I go downstairs and see Brad sleeping on the couch, maybe someone took his room, I kiss him on the forehead and go to the kitchen to drink some water before I go. He is there, warming a cup in the microwave.

I don't say hi, he never does so it doesn't matter, education is not necessary when someone pretends you are a ghost.

His cup is ready and he goes away while I drink the glass of water, I see his reflection in the window, he stays a bit at the door's side, then he goes definitely and I can breathe again.

I don't know him, literally, we never talked again. Maybe he felt that his dick fell because he fucked me, I don't know, straight's fragility.

I went home and fell over Hugh who was sleeping.

"Grassi! What's the matter?!"

"Ten," I said.

"What?"

"Ten, it's painful still, but just a bit, in the beginning, then I forget about it. "

"Oh... Ok."

"Ok..." I said and then I fell asleep with him.