Her nonchalant attitude irritates, and even disturbs you... You almost died!
"What took you so long?" you demand, "I barely got out of that alive!"
She glances sideways at you, looking annoyed. "But you did. I had it under control."
"Well you wasted enough time practically raping me, what if-"
She cuts you off angrily. "Rape you? Please. How can I rape something that belongs completely to me? If you must know, I had to have an excuse to be there. She'd have gotten suspicious if I'd been quiet!" She huffs, crossing her arms. Then a mischievous smirk crosses her face. "Besides... It was kinda hot having you tied up, don'tcha think?"
You roll your eyes. "Whatever, just like, be more careful. I thought girls were supposed to protect their boys."
"Girls do what they want with their boys, don't forget that, dickmeat."
You know the argument is over when you hear that word. Millie has never called you that before. It is the ultimate insult, dehumanizing. It hurts more than you expected to hear her say it.
"Oh, quit pouting. I still love you. Or didn't you just see me risk my own ass to save yours?" She sighs. "Now I gotta go make sure I'm not on any shit lists. Be good." With that she's off, going to take care of her own business. You try to go back to yours.
The rest of your day is less eventful. You sit through your classes. Everything goes smoothly, until Chemistry. Your grade is not so great in there, and Miss Norma bombards you with threats of a very intimate tour of her personal chemistry. You really should study more. Miss Norma's threats aren't empty.
After school you wait outside, hoping to meet with Millie as usual, but she doesn't show. You begin to worry that she's been eaten, or maybe she doesn't want you anymore, but your thoughts are interrupted by a rickety car driving up to the sidewalk.
"Yo, Gilbert!" the driver hails, and you recognize your fellow athlete, App, along with his brother Dez and a football player you recognize but don't know.
You walk over to the car. "What's up, App?"
"Hey, not much, man..." He beckons you closer. "Hey listen, man... Me and the guys are heading out for some fun, wanna come?"
"Sounds good, where ya going?"
He leans in, glancing about conspiratorially. "See, there's a new strip club," he whispers, and you immediately pull away. Only IDIOTS go to strip clubs. Hungry ladies positively flock to those places, eager for an easy, horny meal. App sees your expression and waves his hand. "Nah, man, this place is different. It's a new joint, and get this... it's all prey women there."
You cock your eyebrow skeptically. "No predators?"
He shakes his head happily. "They get kicked out if one shows up and tries to pull something. Trust me, bro, I've already been there a few times. By prey, for prey, that's their slogan."
This sounds fishy to you, but at the same time, it would be so nice to see some old fashioned titty. Maybe even score with a girl that wouldn't digest you as soon as kiss you.
However, there's also Millie to consider. There's no telling what what she'd do if she caught you cheating... Well, actually... You know exactly what she'd do.
This is different though. Sneaking off to a strip joint is different than two timing, much less risky.
You really need to polish up on chemistry, however, or you could find yourself in Miss Norma's colon, much softer, smellier, and very dead. Perhaps you should just hit the books tonight?
