Chapter 3.
I hate to say how used I feel. I know perfectly well that Enrique doesn't kiss me because he prefers me but it's just because Mariah won't let him at first. Do I look that desperate? Why do I feel like jumping on a guy when all I can care about is for him not to touch my friends' boobs?
We cram into a taxi, the six of us. It's way past midnight. Mariah doesn't seem happy about it. Wonder why since she gets her share of kissing too, Miss Loyalty.
"I was drunk, okay?" Mariah whispers to me. "Still I don't like it when he's treating me like a slut."
We are sitting at the back seat while Enrique, Salima and the beige-haired guy sit in the front of us and Crusher aka the Ugliness sits next to the driver.
"So, say I'm the slut," I retort back.
She rolls her eyes.
"You're just crazy, that's all. You do what you do."
"I'm so lonely!"
Suddenly, Enrique reaches out his hand to catch my leg.
We squeal.
The beige-haired guy turns and laughs at us, his arm draped comfortably on Salima's shoulders. It's a miracle they've even drawn apart for one minute.
"Chichi."
I stare at him.
"What did you just say?"
"Chichi. That's 'thank you' in Chinese isn't it? Sorry, it's the only thing I know how to say."
Both Mariah and I lift our eyebrows.
"I'm Chinese so I can tell you that 'thank you' is xiexie in Chinese," Mariah tells him.
"And I'm Japanese so I can tell you that the word you've been saying to every Chinese actually means 'breasts' in Japanese."
We all burst out laughing at the poor boy whose face drooped at his own mistake.
"Mierda! No sabia que 'chichi' significa pechos en cines."
He starts speaking Spanish to Enrique.
Great for us. We're completely lost.
"Thanks a lot for excluding us," Salima snaps.
The guys stop immediately.
"So, no Spanish for you?" Enrique grins at us.
"Yeah so you can be plotting to kidnap us and we won't even know," I say.
"Where are we going anyway?" Mariah inquires.
"Oh, not far from here," Enrique shrugs.
Not far proves out to be the suburbs. We watch the tall sky-scrapers give way to small houses with front lawns. Mariah becomes agitated but what can we do anyway? The taxi stops at one of the dinky looking flats, suburb-style.
"This is where you live?" Salima asks her 'friend'.
"Nope, it's Crusher's place."
The Ugliness rummages through the keys and open the door for us. I grab Mariah's hand and we walk in together. The flat is decorated in a way no one will expect a guy to live in. Creamy wallpapers, white couch, all sorts of tiny figurines.
"This is a girl's house," Mariah whispers.
"Yeah, I'm renting it," the Ugliness says, pushing us so that he can get through.
On a table, there is already a bottle of Champagne waiting with aperitif, as if they knew that there would be girls coming.
We slump on the couch. Enrique disappears into a corridor, probably leading to the bedroom, while the two other guys go in the kitchen. We hear the clinking of glasses.
"God, this is horrible! I have no idea where we are!" Mariah whines.
"It'll be alright. They're not going to do anything stupid," Salima tries to reassure her.
"Have you seen a subway station? How are we gonna get home?"
"This is not the moment to panic," I cut in. "You should have done so while we were still at the bar."
Before Mariah can answer, the guys are back.
"What's your name, by the way?" I ask the beige-haired guy as he pours Champagne for me.
"Miguel," he grins.
Okay, kill me. An unforgivable thought just passed my mind: he's not that bad.
"So, where did you learn your Chinese?"
He flushes.
"Well, I use to work in this Chinese shop and my boss told me that chichi means thank you."
"I guess you've misunderstood."
It feels great to be able to carry a simple conversation with a guy on a night like this. Real comforting.
Enrique's back. Miguel stands up and goes to sit next to Salima. Somehow I feel regret. Enrique might be hot, but he's a terrible kisser and can only lead fuck-ful conversation. What a show-off. Enrique, I mean. He has unbuttoned his shirt, getting ready, I guess. Seriously he's ever so desperate. I feel partly sorry for him.
"So girls, what do you say?" he smiles down at me and Mariah. "I have enough energy for both of you."
Wow, I won't mind fucking Mariah but you? Huh, don't think so.
He runs his fingers across the curve of my breasts and they disappear into my bra. I stare blankly as he presses them.
Do whatever you want, mate. It doesn't have the slightest effect whatsoever. I want to tell him that, just to hurt his ego a little bit. But instead, I shove my tongue into his mouth. I feel his other hand trying to reach Mariah but it seems to fail so instead he wraps his arm around me. My hand finds his dick under his jeans already hard. A little work of hand job makes him squirm inside my mouth. He suddenly draws away, grabs my hand and pulls me towards the corridor.
One last glance at Mariah confirms that I've done it again. For the second time in four days, I'm entering a stranger's bedroom.