The Arrangement Anthology 1(181)

I shrug. “So, do it.”

Marty tries to hide his laughter under a napkin as Mel gives me a WTF face. She blinks and a second later, she grabs the fork and is doing sexy things to the sausage. I’m leaning on my hand, staring blankly, but I’m aware enough to know Marty is transfixed by whatever Mel is doing—and so are the guys in the next booth. They’d been talking about some game way too loudly and now all three of them are silently watching Mel give her breakfast a blowjob.

I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, like I’m bored. “I wouldn’t swallow if I were you. I’m pretty it’ll be all grease. You’ll gain ten pounds in one gulp.”

Mel nearly chokes and puts the thing on her plate. The three guys are now staring at me, as well. Mel start laughing, but she has a strange smile on her face. “You’re talking a bit too loud there, Avery.”

“You’re blowing your breakfast, Mel. I don’t think it matters much.” I glance up at her, after folding my napkin into a swan. My mom taught me how to fold napkins before she died. It was her latest hobby.

One of the guys across from us stands and walks over to our table. He gives Marty the guy nod and says to me and Mel, “There are very few women who demand attention the way you do.”

Mel laughs, “Which one of us are you talking to there, Slick?”

The guy smiles. He’s attractive, with sandy blonde hair that’s not too long or too short. Coupled with a firm body and blazing blue eyes, he’s a hottie. “What makes you think I was only talking to one of you?” He leans forward and places his hands on the table. There’s a silver ring at the base of his thumb. I stare at it for a second too long. He says to me, “Cock ring. Comes in handy, so I just carry it with me.”

“It’s kind of small.” I flick my eyes up to his. I don’t feel like fending him off right now. It was the quickest shortcut to getting rid of him.

He grins and looks at me. “There’s nothing small about me, baby.” Mel’s eyes flick between me and the guy. She’d normally cut off his balls, but today she isn’t.

“Prove it,” Mel blurts out. “Whip that sucker out right now and show us the miraculous marvel that is tucked into those tight jeans.” Mel sweeps her eyes to his waist and then dips her gaze lower. When the guy doesn’t move, she glances up. “Well, come on. I don’t have all day. Besides, me and my friend here will only do a three way if the guy has a really big dick.”

The guy swallows hard. “A three way?”

“You walked over to the right table. In fact, my friend here is sometimes gay, so if you play your cards right, you might get a four way.” Mel laugh-smirks as she inclines her head toward Marty, who, in turn, wiggles the tips of his fingers at the guy. “So, whip it out and show us. If it’s big enough, we’ll make your wettest dreams come true.”

The guy stands there like he doesn’t know what to do. His friends are laughing, egging him on. A waitress brushes past him and the guy nearly jumps out of his skin. “You’re just shittin’ with me.” The guy smiles and turns to walk back to his table.

Mel shrugs. “Well, now you’ll never know.” When he looks back at her, Mel winks at him.

He laughs like she’s kidding and slips into his booth. Their conversation continues in hushed whispers. They keep looking over at us.

“You’re evil. You know that?” I say, and shake my head. “Let’s get out of here before this turns into an urban legend.”

Mel slips out of the booth. “Oooh! I like that! If you see a girl sucking off a sausage at the IHOP on Sunrise Highway, then you’ll be invited to have a three way with her and her hot friend. Totally the stuff legends are made of. Damn, I love breakfast!” Mel glances at the table of guys and licks her finger seductively. Then, she points at the guy we were talking to. “Could have been you.”

“You were joking. It wasn’t a real offer.” The guy is smiling, and it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. His friends are smiling hard, watching him.

Marty says, “That’s what you think. Why do you think they let me hang out with them?” He mouths huge dick and waggles his eyebrows. As we walk out, the guy’s friends start teasing him for passing up two hot chicks.

“Well, you totally screwed with that guy, and I helped make the legend of the Long Island sluts into a real thing. I bet it’s floating around Facebook by morning.” Marty walks next to me, smirking triumphantly. Mel is ahead of us, speed walking to the car.

I fold my arms across my chest and walk. There hasn’t been much of a smile on my face tonight and Marty knows me too well. “So, what happened?”