You Give Love a Bad Name
Shot Through The Heart
It was hardly a place where Ryan wanted to be but at least it was better than staying home.
“Come on, man,” Blake had taunted him. “It’s a Friday night. Whatcha going to do? Stay at home and watch TV?”
“I’m not that boring,” Ryan had countered.
Blake didn’t say anything. He just raised an eyebrow in that very annoying way that Blake had.
“Come on. Quit it!”
“Only if you promise to get off your butt and come on out with us. You know who’s going to be there?”
“Who?”
“Sammie’s going to be there.”
Ryan couldn’t help but groan. Sammie was this super-cute girl that he couldn’t take his eyes off of and the worst part about it was that Blake knew it. It was like just hearing Sammie’s name was like kryptonite to him.
Blake just laughed at Ryan’s reaction. “Come on, buddy. It’s Reanna and her roommates. It’s three girls, man. I can’t handle them all by myself.”
Ryan remembered thinking that even as his friend had said that, he wondered if it just might not be true. After all, Blake certainly had a way with women. Maybe he could handle three girls all by himself. Well, maybe he could if one of those girls wasn’t his girlfriend.
Still, there he was at Club 14. The music was too loud, Ryan thought. You couldn’t talk even if you did want to.
Gee, Sammie looked great, Ryan thought. A red dress, short, but not too short, and tight. It hugged her breasts. It squeezed and caressed them. It did everything Ryan wished he could do.
She looked bored, Ryan thought or maybe she just wanted to dance. Of course, he couldn’t ask her himself so he watched her even as he tried to act like he wasn’t watching her at all.
Blake and Reanna came back in from the dance floor. “Whoo-whee,” Blake said. “You ought to see it out there. This place is jumping.”
“Yeah,” Ryan grumbled. For everyone else but him, maybe, but not for him.
“What’s the matter?” Blake asked. “Aren’t you having a good time?”
“Sure,” Ryan lied. “Sure. I’m doing great.”
“Good man. Hey, do you think you might be able to get us some drinks. I think the girls are feeling a bit parched.”
Oh great, Ryan thought. Now, he wasn’t just a fifth wheel. Now, he was a fucking barmaid. “Fine,” he said. “What do you guys want?”
“Oh, we’ll leave that up to you. Just bring us something good,” Blake said.
Yeah right, Ryan thought. Something good. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Ryan made his way to the bar. “I’d like to get some drinks,” he said.
The bartender looked at Ryan. She had fiery, red hair and a big grin. “Sure thing, Sport. Something for your girlfriend over there, and something for her friends, right?”
“Huh?”
“The blond over there,” the bartender said. “The one you’ve been drooling over all night long.”
“What? No, I mean, she’s not my girlfriend. I mean—”
“Easy there, Sport. I get it. You want her but want’s not the same as get, is it?”
Ryan nodded.
“So what can I get for you?”
“They sent me over here to get something good.”
“Something good, huh? Can’t be more specific that that?”
Ryan shook his head. He couldn’t help feeling that this whole night had been a complete waste of time.
“Listen up, Sport. You like the blond, right?”
Ryan nodded.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’ll give you a special drink just for her. It’s called a Cupid’s Arrow. You got that? You give that drink to her and your little honey’s going to melt in your arms. How’s that sound to you?”
It sounded great, Ryan thought, if in fact a drink could really do something like that, but of course, he knew it couldn’t. “Sure,” he said. “Whatever.”
The bartender grinned at him and she started in on making the drinks. In minutes, she had five drinks that all looked the same to Ryan but she pointed to one glass there on the end. “There’s your special one,” she said. “Have fun, Sport.”
“Hey, Afra,” called out another of the patrons and the bartender held up a hand.
“Remember. Give your little cutie that drink.”
Ryan glared at the glass in front of him. It wasn’t like he even believed what the ... well, what had the bartender said it would do? Nothing really, and maybe that was what bothered him most, Ryan thought. He felt like he was being played ... again.
Ryan lugged the drinks back to the table. Kind of hard, the man thought, when you got five drinks and only two hands, but he managed it nonetheless.
Blake and the girls eagerly took up the drinks and Blake nodded at Ryan. “Way to go, man.”
Ryan nodded as he put the glasses down on the table and for a moment there, he panicked. It wasn’t like he actually believed a drink could do what the bartender said it could, but just in case, he didn’t want to give the wrong drink to the wrong person and unfortunately, they all looked alike.
“What you got there, man?”
Ryan shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “I just asked the bartender for something good and this is what she gave me.”
“Well all right then,” Blake said jovially. “Let’s see if what the bartender gave us was really ‘something good.’”
Each of them raised a glass and each of them took a drink.
Reanna was the first to speak. “Mmm, I like it. It’s creamy.”
“Yeah,” Bethany agreed. “Creamy good and sweet. I like it, too.”
Sammie didn’t say anything but Blake slapped Ryan on the back. “It looks like you did good, man.”
Ryan didn’t realize it until that very moment but he’d been holding his breath. Considering the build up that the drink had been given, he’d been expecting something a little more ... pronounced. It was silly, he told himself, and he knew it was silly. He knew a drink couldn’t do something like that and yet he’d let himself fall for the hype.
Blake threw the rest of his drink back and he looked at his girlfriend. “I’m ready for another round on the dance floor,” he said. “How about you?”
“I’m not quite ready yet,” Reanna said.
Blake nudged his friend jovially. “Would you listen to her. She says she wants to go dancing and then when we get here, she says she doesn’t.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t,” the girl said. “I just want to finish my drink, okay?”
Blake laughed. “It’s cool,” he said. “I was just teasing you, okay?”
Reanna seemed to perk up almost immediately. “I know,” she said.
Blake lowered his voice as he nudged Ryan again. “You really ought to ask Sammie to dance,” he said. “She really likes you.”
“You really think so?” Ryan said in what passed for a whisper in the club.
“Hell yeah, I think so. Go on, man. Ask her out before someone else does, you know.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m telling you. You’re gonna miss out if you don’t ask her to dance. Speaking of which ... Reanna, you ready?”
Reanna popped up out of her seat. “I’m ready,” she said.
“All right then. Let’s go.”
That left Ryan with the other two roommates, Sammie and Bethany, until a guy came to collect Bethany and suddenly, it was just him and Sammie.
Shit. This wasn’t really his place, Ryan thought. He didn’t like to go out to clubs. Sammie was looking at the dance floor even as her body swayed with the music. “Do you come here often?” Ryan asked.
She turned to look back at him. “Huh?”
Geez. He was so not good at this Ryan thought. “I asked if you came here often,” he said.
“Oh. It’s my first time.”
“Really. I thought you’d be here all the time.”
“Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I mean ... I thought, I mean you looked good, so I just kind of thought ...”
“You thought what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You thought I was a party girl. Is that what you were trying to say?”
Ryan shook his head. That wasn’t what he was trying to say. Not exactly.
The blond tossed back the rest of her drink. “I’m not a party girl,” she said. “I’m a student. I like to go to parties, sure, but that’s not all that I do.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“You better not.”
Ryan shook his head. He just wasn’t good at this. He wasn’t like Blake, and it wasn’t like he didn’t want to be, but he just wasn’t good at small talk.
Blake and Reanna came back in off the dance floor. “Where’s Bethany,” Reanna asked.
“A guy asked her if she wanted to dance,” Sammie said wistfully.
“Oh.”
What was it, Ryan thought as Reanna said that. Did she actually sound annoyed, but before he could consider that further, Blake was nudging him in the side. “Why didn’t you ask her out on the dance floor?”
“Who?”
Blake shot him a look. “I don’t have to tell you that, do I?”
No, Ryan thought. He knew what his friend meant.
It was about that time that Bethany rejoined the group. The man she was with dropped her off and then he just disappeared back into the crowd.
“You’re back,” Reanna said.
“Yeah? So are you.”
It was a near wordless communication but suddenly, it seemed that both Reanna and Bethany needed to go powder their noses and when the two of them got up to go, Sammie got up and walked away with them.
“What you doing, man?” Blake asked.
“What?”
“A girl like Sammie. I’ve seen how you look at her.”
“Yeah, so.”
“So you can’t just leave her around here all alone. Some guy’s going to swoop in and pick her up.”
“I know.”
“If you know, why aren’t you doing anything about it.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean I can’t?”
“I just can’t. I’m not like you.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I’m not smooth. I can’t just ask her out.”
“Sure you can. You just go up to her and say, ‘Hey, can we go out on a date?’”
“Yeah, and what if she says no?”
“Then you got your answer, man. It’s not that hard.”
Ryan shook his head. “I can’t do it.”
“I don’t get it, man. You’re a lost cause. Did you know that? You’re a fucking lost cause.”
“Shut up.”
Blake just laughed. “You’re hopeless, you know.”
“Not hopeless,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “Not hopeless. Hopeful.”
The two men stopped talking because at that moment, Sammie returned without the other two women. “Where’re the others?” Blake asked.
“They’re coming,” Sammie said.
Ryan looked at her again. There was something in the way she said that, something that made him wonder if there was something that Sammie wasn’t telling them.
“Hey, Ryan,” Blake asked, “you got something you want to say?”
“Shut up.”
Blake laughed. “I told you. Hopeless.”
“Shut up.”
Perhaps the two men should have noticed that Sammie was hardly paying them any attention. In fact, if one had been watching her, one might have wondered if she didn’t have something really serious on her mind.
She did have something on her mind. In fact, she was thinking about what she’d seen when she and Reanna and Bethany had gone to the women’s restroom.
There’d been a line. That was hardly surprising. The three of them had taken their places in the line.
“God, you look hot tonight,” Bethany had said to Reanna.
“You think so,” Reanna had preened.
“You know so. In fact, you look good enough to eat.”
“Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
“Are you daring me?”
“I don’t know. I suppose it all depends.”
“Depends on what,” Bethany had asked.
“It all depends on whether you’re going to take the dare.”
For a moment, Bethany hadn’t said anything. For Sammie, it was almost as if time had stopped. She’d felt almost as if she were on the outside, standing there watching her roommates and waiting to see what was going to happen next.
And that’s when Bethany had moved. She’d pushed Reanna up against the wall and then she was leaning against her roommate’s body. “You know, you shouldn’t really say things like that if you don’t really mean them,” she’d said.
“Who said I didn’t mean it?” Reanna countered.
Bethany had leaned in and then she’d kissed Reanna as a stunned Sammie had watched, and then she’d leaned in and she’d kissed her again.
“You guys,” Sammie had tried to interject.
But Reanna and Bethany were seemingly oblivious to her pleas. Bethany’s hand was stroking one of Reanna’s breasts even as the two women kissed again.
“You guys,” Sammie tried again.
Again, it had been to no avail. Again, Bethany had kissed her roommate.
The two roommates were starting to draw a crowd and the funny thing was neither of them seemed to notice.
Reanna had looked down at her roommate’s hand. “I hope you’re going to do more than just touch me there.”
Bethany seemed not to hear her friend as she kissed her yet again but then her hand was sliding down and then it was picking at the hem of Reanna’s dress.
“You guys.”
Neither one of them was listening to Sammie and then Bethany’s hand was pulling the dress up and suddenly, Reanna’s nice, round ass came into view.
“You’re hot,” Bethany said as her hand stroked the other woman’s bottom.
Reanna couldn’t help but moan. “You’re the one who makes me hot,” she said.
Bethany’s hand slid between her friend’s legs and suddenly, she was stroking herself against her friend’s panties.
“You guys!”
Neither one of them was listening to her as Bethany slid her hands inside her friend’s panties.
“You’re going to get us in trouble.”
“You’re wet.”
“Uh huh,” Reanna moaned.
“Would you like me to lick you? Would you like me to lick your pussy?”
“Oh yeah.”
It was clear what Bethany was going to do. Heck, she’d already said as much so when she knelt down in front of her friend, it was hardly a surprise what she did next. She pulled Reanna’s panties all the way down to her feet and when Reanna stepped out of her panties, Bethany took them all the way off.
Sammie knew they weren’t going to listen to her but just like the other women who’d gathered around, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her two roommates.
Reanna was leaning back against the wall with her legs spread and with her hands playing with her tits even as Bethany slipped between her legs. “Show me what you want to do,” she moaned.
As if there’d ever been any doubt. Bethany’s fingers stroked her friend’s pussy but it wasn’t long before those fingers were replaced by her tongue and it was clear right from the outset that this was exactly what Reanna wanted her to do.
No one, and especially not Sammie, no one was looking away. They all wanted to see what Bethany was going to do next.
Reanna’s hands squeezed her tits. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Eat me. Come on. Do it. Come on. Eat my pussy.”
It was so disgusting, Sammie told herself. Someone should do something about it. Heck, Reanna even had a boyfriend and Blake was a nice guy.
“Oh yeah,” Reanna moaned and there was no mistaking that her cries were getting louder and more intense. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat my pussy.”
Sammie could feel her pussy getting wet. This was stupid, she told herself. She shouldn’t even like this. She wasn’t even into girls and yet the way Reanna was moaning ... well, there was no denying that Reanna was hot.
“Make me cum,” Reanna moaned again. “Make me cum.”
Whether Bethany heard her was open to interpretation but what her mouth finally ended up doing to Reanna’s pussy wasn’t. Everyone heard Reanna gasp and then heard her moan. “Oh yeah,” she moaned again. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Oh yeah. Make me cum.”
She wasn’t the only one getting off on watching Bethany do what she was doing to her roommate.
Suddenly, she didn’t need to go the the bathroom anymore. Suddenly, she needed to go back to where they guys were waiting for her.
“Where are the others?” Blake asked.
Sammie couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy. He just didn’t know what a slut his girlfriend really was. “I’m sure they’ll be back shortly,” Sammie said.
“Cool,” Blake said.
Yeah right, Sammie thought. Sure, it was cool if you liked having a lesbian slut for a girlfriend. If you did, then he was right. It was certainly cool.
Almost as if on cue, Reanna and Bethany made their appearance and Sammie certainly had to hand it to them. Considering what she’d seen them doing just moments ago, they certainly had managed to get themselves put back together. Sammie couldn’t help but wonder if Reanna had managed to get her panties back in place and then almost in the very same breath, she found herself wondering why she should even care.
“Did you miss us?” Reanna asked just before she kissed her boyfriend.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“You are?”
Reanna grinned. “Of course, I am. You know, it’s good to keep your guy waiting every once in a while. It makes him want you even more.”
“That’s not a problem, babe. You know I want you.”
“You know what else makes a guy want you more?”
“What’s that, babe?”
“It makes a guy hot when he sees his girl make out with another woman.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Sure you do. You want to see what I mean?”
For once, it seemed as if Blake suddenly wasn’t so sure of himself. He looked at the others before he looked back at his girlfriend. “I guess,” he finally said.
Reanna seemed to know she was playing to an audience. She looked at the others. “Would you listen to him. He guesses, but we all know what he wants to see. He wants to see something like this.”
Even as she’d said that, she’d slid in closer to her roommate and then her hand was stroking Bethany’s side and then she was stroking Bethany’s neck and then she was moving in and she was kissing her friend.
She glanced back at Blake. “Is that what you wanted?” she taunted.
She wasn’t waiting for an answer because once more, she turned back towards Bethany and then she was kissing her again and again.
“What the hell? What’s gotten into you, Reanna?”
Reanna wasn’t answering him. She was too busy kissing her friend.
“Reanna? Reanna, what are you doing? Reanna?”
Reanna pulled back if only for a moment and for a moment, it seemed as if she was her old self once again. “I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know why I’m doing what I’m doing,” but almost as quickly, her new self reasserted itself. “I may not know what I’m doing,” she said, “but I know that I like it,” and as if to prove it, she kissed her friend once again.
Just like the others, Ryan was watching as Reanna’s lips once more attached themselves to Bethany’s eager mouth and he couldn’t help thinking that this was all his fault. He was sure he’d gotten the drinks right. Well, he thought he was sure, but if this was what that drink was supposed to do ...
Cupid’s Arrow. Wasn’t that what the bartender had called it. Well, it was aptly named, he thought. After all, if it could make Reanna and Bethany act like this. It was like a fucking shot to the heart, and just think, if he hadn’t gotten the drinks mixed up ...
The only thing was he was sure he hadn’t gotten them mixed up.
But he must have, he told himself. After all, there was Bethany with her zipper pulled down and there was Reanna pulling her dress off her shoulders. There was Bethany kissing her friend, and there was Reanna kissing Bethany’s perky, little titties.
It could have been him, Ryan told himself. If he hadn’t gotten the drinks mixed up. It could have been him. It could have been him doing that to Sammie’s breasts. It could have been him.
And to think, the man told himself. He’d thought the night was messed up before. He’d felt like a fifth wheel. He’d thought things couldn’t get any worse. Well, it just went to show that things could actually get worse.