Seduction and Snacks (26 page)

Everyone was laughing and making a big joke about this, but it wasn't funny. It wasn't funny at all. That bitch wanted to kill me. Or at least punch me in the face. Did everyone forget about that fact already? She wanted to punch me. In the face. With her FIST.

"I hate to break up the fun, but Crazy Train wants to beat up my face."

Liz gave me a reassuring look.

"Calm down Long Duk Dong. You may punch like a grandma after drinking a forty-ounce, but remember Claire – you know how to 
take
 a punch. That's what's most important here right now," Liz said with a pat to my back.

I looked at her in confusion for a few seconds before I remembered what she was talking about - drunken Fight Club night last year.

"I'm sorry, but why does Claire know how to take a punch? I'm not sure I like where this is going," Carter said nervously.

"Well, last year Jim made us watch Fight Club for like, the ten-thousandth time. And while I’m all for a little shirtless Brad Pitt action, Claire and I decided to take a shot every time Edward Norton talked in third person. By about twenty minutes in, we were trashed. I don't know whose idea it was, but Claire and I started our own fight club in the living room," Liz explained.

"It was your idea, Liz. You stood up in front of me, lifted your shirt and said "Punch me in the stomach as hard as you can, fucker."

Jim started laughing as he remembered back to that night. It wasn't my finest hour. I punched even worse when I was drunk, barely even grazing Liz’s skin. She, however, could punch like a WWF wrestler on steroids.

"Oh yeah, that's right! That was one of the best ideas I’ve ever had while drunk. We punched each other back and forth until you started wheezing and yelled, "I am Claire’s internal bleeding and you need to cut this shit out!"

Carter looked back and forth between us just shaking his head in disbelief.

"Don't worry about our girl, Carter. She went a good ten rounds before she tapped out," Jim said with a laugh. “And you’ll be happy to know I got it all on video.”

“Was there Jell-O? Tell me there was Jell-O?” Drew asked excitedly.

***

My shift ended a few hours after that and I desperately needed a drink after tonight's events. I threw my apron behind the bar and everyone moved back to a large table so we could all sit together. After we sat down at the table, Carter told us what happened outside. Tasha claimed that she made a huge mistake and she wanted Carter back. He laughed in her face and told her to take her crab-infested vagina back to Toledo. He also informed her that he had always wanted me, even when he was with her and now that he found me, he was never letting me go.

Cue the applause.

I lost track of how many drinks I consumed the rest of the night. Every time I set my empty glass down it was magically refilled. I think Carter knew I was stressed about the Tasha situation and wanted me to just relax and have a good evening.

Or he wanted to get me drunk and take advantage of me.

My lady bits started jumping up and down, clapping her hands and screaming, "Yes please!"

I kept looking towards the door expecting Tasha to come charging back in. After a while though, I didn't know which door she would come through since there were at least thirty of them when I looked in that direction.

I glanced down into my glass, trying to count the ice cubes and lost track after one.

Wow, what did they put in this vodka?

Carter kept looking over at me and smiling and it took everything in me not to straddle his lap. I really wanted to make some sort of move, but I didn't know the first thing about that crap. My hand was on his thigh and I slowly moved it upwards. I stopped just a few inches below the bulge I couldn't stop staring at. I want to rub my vagina all over that shit.

Yes, I was aware that I was sitting here at a table full of people, just staring down in Carter’s lap like it was a desert oasis and I hadn't sipped water in months.

I thought about things I could whisper in his ear that might turn him on.

"We should have the sex."

Carter laughed and kissed my cheek.

"I thought that out loud didn't I?"

"Yes, you definitely thought that out loud," he said with a smile.

I turned away from him and grabbed Liz’s arm, pulling her up with me.

"Be right back," I mumbled to the table in general.

I pulled Liz over to the bar, about ten feet away from the table.

"I don't know how to sex," I complained.

"Um, what?" Liz asked.

"I mean, sexy. I don't know how to sexy."

Liz laughed.

"You mean you don't know how to 
be
 sexy?"

I just nodded. Liz got me. My best friend was the best ever. She was so pretty and nice and pretty.

"Hon, you're doing just fine. In case you hadn't noticed, Carter hasn't been able to keep his hands off of you all night. And you couldn't see it, but when you put your hand on his leg, he kept swallowing and staring off into space like he was trying not to jizz in his pants."

I was starting to panic. Which was probably the booze talking but so what? I didn't know the first thing about seducing a guy. I was going to make a total fool of myself.

"You're seriously freaked out about this?" Liz asked, all traces of humor gone from her face when she saw how worried I was.

“I feel like I’m going to puke I’m so nervous.”

Liz sighed. "Claire, you're a hot bitch. You could stand there and do nothing and he'd still want to hump your leg. You just need some confidence. Repeat after me, "I am a dirty, dirty slut."

Liz stood there with her hands on her hips waiting for me to comply. I looked back nervously at Carter but he was deep in conversation with Drew.

"This is ridiculous," I complained.

"What's ridiculous is that you don't think you can be slutty. Do you honestly think I would be friends with you if I thought there wasn't a dirty whore lurking in there somewhere? Give me a little credit please. You are the quintessential lady in the streets, freak in the sheets."

“You need to stop quoting Urban Dictionary,” I told her.

Carter had probably been with lots of women. Women who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and dance on a pole. Liz meant well, but I just didn't know if I could pull this off.

"You're starting to piss me off. Just say it. I am a dirty, dirty slut."

I rolled my eyes. I might as well do what she says or she'll never let it go.

"I'm a dirty, dirty slut," I mumbled quietly.

Well, that
did
feel a little good saying it out loud. Maybe Liz was on to something.

"Come on dirty girl, you can do better than that. Do it again, and put your vagina into it," Liz encouraged.

I took a deep breath and said it a little louder. Thank God there was music playing and people talking.

"Wow, did you see that?" Liz asked. "Carter’s disco stick just shriveled up and died. You suck at this, and not in a good way. Again!"

I clenched my fists at my sides and my breathing sped up. I could be a dirty slut; I could be dirtier than a hooker at a gang-bang.

Okay, maybe not that dirty.

I took in a big gulp of air and let out all of my nerves, all of my anxiety and all of my irrational fears with one sentence.

"I AM A DIRTY, DIRTY SLUT!"

Unfortunately, the jukebox decided to move to a new song right then, so the decibel level of the bar had dropped considerably. I was too busy empowering the slut within to notice. Too bad for me no one else had been preoccupied with anything other than my screaming confirmation.

Everyone within shouting distance immediately started clapping and cheering. There were a few cat calls and wolf whistles and one over-zealous person who yelled, "Save a drum, bang a dirty slut!"

Drew got smacked in the arm by Jenny for that one.

Everyone felt so sorry for me that free drinks were sent to me for the next hour. And I couldn't be rude. I had to drink them. Which was why Carter was now helping me walk into my house because my feet just did not want to cooperate and - oh look, pizza!

I stumbled away from Carter and flipped open the cardboard box my dad left on the counter, shoveling an entire piece into my mouth.

"Mfmmff soooo fucking good," I mumbled around bites.

Carter stood behind me holding onto my hips to steady me while I inhaled two more pieces and guzzled two glasses of water.

"Fuck, this pizza is like...good and shit," I told him, wiping my greasy hands on a towel next to the box.

Alright, enough stalling. Time to do this shit.

I turned in Carter’s arms and gave him my best sultry look, chanting my mantra over and over.

I'm a dirty slut. I'm a dirty slut.

"Are you okay Claire? Do you have something in your eye?"

Carter cupped my cheeks and tilted my head back so he could look in my eye that did NOT have anything in it but sex appeal.

I am a drunk, dirty slut. I am a drunk, dirty slut.

I pulled my face away from his hands and decided to stick with a smile. It was safer.

I could do this; I could so totally do this.

I lifted the hem of my shirt up over my stomach, my black lace bra, and my head.

Except, my shirt got caught in the bobby pins on the top of my head. I was standing here in front of Carter with my shirt stuck around my head and chin and my arms stuck out in front of my face.

I am the great Cornholio. I am the great Cornholio. I need TP for my bunghole.

I started snorting and Carter bent his knees so he could peak into the opening of my shirt.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked with a laugh.

"I might need some help getting nuded," I said through snorts of laughter.

"Did you say neutered?"

Carter’s question just made me laugh even harder, which naturally made me cry - deep, heaving sobs with snot running down my nose.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have now entered the drunk crying portion of our evening. Please put your seatbacks in the upright position and try not to stare at the train wreck to your left.

Carter helped me get my shirt back on and put his hands back on my face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

"Hey, why the tears? What's wrong?" he asked softly.

That just made me cry harder. He was so nice and pretty and…nice. I sniffled loudly.

"I just wanted to be a slut so you'd like me and I don't want your penis to be disappointed and Twat Face is going to beat me up because I called her vagina a clown car."

Carter chuckled at my ramblings, bent down and scooped me up into his arms bridal-style. He walked down the hall towards my room, and I laid my head on his chest.

"First of all, I will never let Tasha beat you up, so don't even give that another thought," he reassured me as he gently set me down on my bed. He grabbed a couple of tissues from my nightstand and handed them to me as he knelt down next to my bed.

"Second," he said softly as I blew my nose and he held up the covers so I could crawl under. "You don't need to do anything to be dirty or sexy. You are already all of those things and more just by breathing. I am in a constant state of horniness whenever I'm near you or thinking about you. I don't want you to be nervous or worried about anything involving you and me and sex. You are everything I have ever wanted Claire. Never doubt that."

I really wish I wasn't drunk. I would so put his penis in my mouth right now.

Carter groaned and I was too drunk to care that I had just said that out loud. I snuggled into the covers.

"If you keep saying things like that, I am going break the rule I made to myself when I found you again," Carter said with a shake of his head as he pulled the covers up around my shoulders and smoothed my hair off of my cheek.

"What rule?" I whispered, unable to keep my eyes open any longer.

Carter leaned forward and put his lips by my ear.

"The rule that the next time I'm inside you, you will remember and enjoy every single second."

I wanted to tell him he was awfully cocky but that just made me think of cock and wonder why male roosters were called cocks.

I passed out singing Alice in Chains "They come to snuff the rooster" lyrics.

Claire's body slid down the front of mine and she got to her knees, flicking the button of my jeans open as she went. The sound of my zipper sliding down filled the quiet room. I looked down at her on her knees and had to force myself not to grab onto her hair roughly and push her where I wanted her. Her soft, smooth hands reached into my pants and pulled my erection out, holding it right by her full lips. She glanced up at me through hooded eyes and smiled before she plunged her warm, wet mouth down on me. She swallowed the entire length and swirled her tongue around and around. She hallowed out her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could while she moved her mouth up and down. The tip touched the back of her throat with each suck in and caused me to moan loudly. Her hand pumped quickly up and down my length right below her mouth and I could feel my balls tighten with the force of my release. She ran her tongue from base to tip, swirling it around the head several times before pulling back and saying, "What's wrong with your wiener?"