The smell of grease attacked my nostrils as Harry and I stepped up to the counter of Five Guys. Harry ordered first, "I would like a large cheeseburger."
The attractive female cashier with auburn brown hair and outstanding marine blue eyes replied, "What would you like on that, sir?"
"Uh.. Ketchup, Mayo, onions, lettuce, tomato, and extra cheese, love," Harry rattled, winking at her. She blushed, recording the order into the register and answered, "Will that be all?"
Harry bit his lip, a mischevious glimmer rising in his eyes, "I would say, "YOU" but clearly you aren't on the menu."
The cashier rolled her eyes but was still flattered because I noticed the pink blush premating her cheeks deepen to a red scarlett. Harry chuckled in satisfaction, "I apologize, love. Actually I would like a small fry also."
She nodded, punching it in and cocked her head at me, "And you, sir?"
I cleared my throat, "Yes. Erm... A cheeseburger with extra pickles, mustard, Ketchup, and tomato, please.. Along with a medium fry drenched in vinegar."
She smiled, putting in the order eagerly. I guess she was apparently pleased my order didn't come with flirting and dorky pick-up lines. I watched her every movement and somehow my eyes lingered and stayed on her large breasts showing through the blouse of her uniform. I licked my lips, it had been two very frustrating nights without sex and the burning need was extreme but I couldn't have a sex attack here. Not here. Not in public.
Though the lust over-powered me, my skin crawling and my palms became sweaty. Fuck, an attack is already starting! Her damn breasts set me off.
Harry jolted me from my trance by waving a paper cup in front of my face, "Ellooo. Lukey. I think you're freaking her ooout."
I blinked rapidly, noticing I was still eye-locked with the cashier's breasts. She was shooting me an accusing look that seeped with the thought, "Pervert." I shook my head stammering, "S-S-Sorry."
I turned to Harry who was giving me the concerned look again; I glanced down at my hands. No wonder. My whole body was shaking, worse than ever before. It's been a while since I've had an attack. At the moment I'm screwed...
Harry put his arm around me, "Whoa, are you alright, Luke?"
I groaned as a tremor went down my spine and I spat at him, "I'm fine! Fuck off!"
Did I mention that I have insane mood swings when my addiction attacks as well?
Harry calmly said, "Okay, mate. I think I know already."
Our eyes met and I nodded, I shrugged his arm off and rushed to the first door I saw marked bathroom. There wasn't any urinals so i guessed it was the women's bathroom. Right now, I really didn't fucking care. There were four stalls, one was taken. I barged into the stall beside the one occupied and slapped down the lid of the toilet. I kicked the stall door closed with my foot and locked it. I collasped on the toilet lid, my whole body shaking like a poor kitten left out in the freezing snow. I cursed, trying my best to take my phone out of my skinny jeans pocket.
I scrolled through my contacts, all of these girls numbers I saved were out of reach, in too far away countries. The only girl I met here in L.A. was Jade and I don't have her number. She wouldn't even speak to me anyway, I bet. I groaned, Fuck! Fuck! This is just fucking terrible! I need sex and I need it NOW!
I heard the woman in the stall beside me flush her toilet and I hollered, "Hey! Miss! I'll give you 300 bucks just to suck my dick!"
"Excuse me! This is the women's bathroom! Your a disgusting pig! I'm getting the manager," I heard an annoying high-pitched woman's voice respond and I heard her rush out of the bathroom and slam the door. I muttered under my breath, "Whatever, ladie. I'm fucking Luke Hemmings. The manager of this shithole can take it up with my lawyer...."
It felt like a million miners were in my head banging against my skull with iron pick-axes, the attack was worsening and my throat suddenly was contracting in on itself. My nostrils were fighting to get oxygen to my brain and I panted, letting my head drop into my hands. What the fuck am I going to do? My palms were slick with sweat and I wiped them on my skinnies, my heart beating vigorously while I gasped for air. Blind spots splattered my vision and once my eyes refocused that's when I noticed the eleven digit number on the back of the stall door in green Sharpie. I licked my lips, thinking, Was this my savior?
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Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger but you better get used to it because I do that a lot! Haha so you just encountered Luke's first sex addiction attack; probably the only one you will witness but I don't know yet. Whose number do you think is on the stall door? HINT: It has eleven digits so clearly it is not a American number .___. Because that would be so cliche boring. Anywhooo vote and comment my lovelies haha x
