“You crack me up. Stop being such a goody-goody. Live a little, babe.” She releases my shoulders and turns and walks away before I even get a chance to protest. Great. My eyes nervously scan the room. When they land on that tattooed, scary guy again, I find him staring at me. Shit. He gets up from the table and starts making his way towards me. Double shit. My heart is beating out of my chest.
I’m kind of relieved when I notice he has boobs. It’s really a she. Or a shim. Whatever you want to call it. They’re way too big to be man boobs. I still don’t like the way she’s looking at me though. God, I hope she doesn’t want to fight me or something.
“Hi,” shim says when she stops in front of me.
“Hi,” I manage to squeak out.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“Ummm … ummm.” I want to say something, but can’t seem to find the words. She takes a step closer. She’s now mere inches from me. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. What the hell does she want? My question is answered almost immediately when she reaches out and grabs me right between the legs. I’m frozen with fear, or shock. Shim has hold of my vagina and there’s not a damn thing I can do or say to stop it.
She’s not even touching me up, just holding it, like I said, “Excuse me could you hold my vagina for a second?” which of course I didn’t. I stand there for what seems like forever while this stranger has hold of my crotch. I want to ask her to let go, or at the very least push her away, but I’m terrified. She’s twice the size of me. I briefly make eye contact with her. She’s smiling at me. Can you believe it? She’s standing in the middle of a public bar, holding my fucking snatch, smiling. Crazy bitch.
“Hey. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” someone says from behind her. Relief floods through me when I recognise Carter’s voice. “Keep your hands off my fucking girl,” he warns as he pulls her off me. As horrified as I am right now, I’m happy. He called me his girl.
“Sorry bro,” shim says holding up her hands in defence before backing away. My eyes meet Carter’s. Oh crap, he’s pissed.
“What the fuck?” he says. “Why are you here?”
“Ummm … Meg needed to use the bathroom,” I fib. There’s no way I’m going to tell him we were here spying on him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. “You’re awfully pale.” Well yeah. How would he feel if a stranger manhandled his private parts? Scratch that. It’s Carter. He’d more than likely enjoy it.
“That girl just had hold of my …” I’m not sure why I can’t say the word out loud, but I point in the direction of my vagina instead. God I’m so lame. “How do you think I am?” I’m mortified by what she did, but even more so that he witnessed it. Even though his eyes look angry, I see a small smile play on is lips. Bastard.
“I know. I saw. She’s lucky she has tits or I would’ve knocked her the fuck out.”
“Carter,” Meg says from behind him. “What are you doing here?” Thank god she said that. I love how she always has my back.
“Did you find the bathroom?” I ask with a wink when Carter turns his head in her direction.
“Yes. Yes I did. Are you okay? Your face is all white,” she observes frowning.
“Some girl just grabbed me on the … you know what,” I tell her. I still can’t believe that just happened. Who does that kind of thing? Of course the bitch starts laughing.
“What’s a ‘you know what’?” she asks. Fucker. She knows exactly what I mean.
“My lady parts,” I admit as I feel my face burn up.
“Your vagina? Your hoo-ha? Your snatch? You can say the word you know,” she says giggling. I’m glad she finds this amusing. Not.
“Shut up,” I snap narrowing my eyes at her. She’s just adding to my humiliation.
“You’re shitting me right?” she asks like she doesn’t believe me. Why would I lie about something like that?
“No, she isn’t,” Carter chuckles. Somebody kill me now.
“I’m glad you two think it’s amusing,” I retort as my eyes move between them. Of course they’re both snickering.
“It’s not amusing, it’s fucking hilarious,” Meg laughs. “Who was it? Point her out.” I just glare at her. I need to get the hell out of here.
“Serves you right for being in a place like this when you’re underage,” Carter chimes in. Who asked for his damn opinion anyway?