But Layla, not one to be deterred, takes hold of my hips with her meaty hands and settles her pelvis against my ass. She begins grinding into me, hard; I can feel her breath changing as she pleasures herself against my backside.
Layla digs her teeth into the meat of my shoulder and grinds even harder. I stifle a terrible yell in Syd’s ear, biting down hard on my lip instead and gripping the skin on Syd’s back. A tear escapes my eye, but I am too entrenched in this war zone to reach up and catch it. And anyway, it goes ignored: Syd is brushing my hair behind my ear, bringing her lips close to my neck.
I am hopelessly, shamefully caught. My body, hating me for being stuck here, awaits Syd’s lips.
A girl wearing a Riot Dykes T-shirt passes us, unfazed by our would-be orgy, and calls, “Meet
