Well, you always liked chocolate the best. You reach over and pick it up.
"So, seriously, this cupcake is $500?" you ask skeptically as you examine it. It looks just like any other cupcake, with the pleated wrapper and chocolate frosting.
Again, the other girls look towards Genevieve, who is genuinely stewing now. The fine features of her face are twisted into a mask of rage. Finally, she explodes, and blurts out:
"No, you cretin! It's a 'chocolate cupcake', get it? If you buy it, you get to fuck me up the ass, okay?"
A sentence like that can only be followed by a stunned silence. After what seems like an eternity, a voice pipes up, and you're surprised to find it is your own. You say:
"I need to go to the cash machine."
Five minutes later, you're back with a wad of bills in one hand, a bottle of K-Y jelly in the other, and toothy grin plastered on your face.
Genevieve's sorority sisters send her off with words of encouragement. With a sigh of resignation, Genevieve heads for the alleyway behind the supermarket. You follow happily behind. |