Scratch Ch. 01

"Didja have any hot Indian ladies that worked for ya?" Josh downed a shot as Michael laughed.

"Ooohh, hehe no women, no."

"Yeeah... I'd go to America too."

The cab took a left down a busy road and turned into a parking lot. The spaces in the lot were lined with a rainbow assortment of expensive cars that glistened in the moonlight.

"Okay now," the cab driver said. "It will be $68."

"You heard him, sugar tits, pay the man!" Michael roared with a laugh as he stood up.

"I'mmgunna make you my bitch," Anna slurred a laugh as she searched for her purse. "Goddammit!"

"What?" Joseph asked.

"I forgot my purse at 'ome, shit!"

"Likely story!" Josh pointed.

"I got it," Joseph said reaching for his wallet.

"No, it's your birthday!" Michael shouted. "We got this. Josh, come on, fork it up." Joseph watched as Josh and Michael scrounged together $71 to cover the fare, and in that moment, felt more with family around these three that he'd known for a year than when he was with his real family, Al excluded. He knew that Josh and Michael were not trust fund babies and had no money that they didn't earn in their pockets.

"Lets go, sluts!" Josh said leading the way to the house.

The Party.

"Shots!"

The club was a mash of every stereo type imaginable. Nerds, band geeks, jocks, rockers, sluts... When The DJ blasted a beat that reverberated through the dark dance floor and echoed along the crowded bar to the private seating that flashed in low blue lighting.

"Lets goo!" Josh groaned over the music.

"Noooo!" Michael yelled. "Are you fuggin kidding this is awesome!"

"Shuddup! Where- where is he?" Anna said fumbling to grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the center table. She had lost her hair tie hours ago as she brushed her blond curls to one side. "I still think we should tell 'im."

"Who?" Michael asked.

"Joseppph!"

"Pretty sure you said nott to tell him," Michael searched through the dozens of empty beers littered around their private booth they staked claim to the second they arrived. While the more club savvy veterans grinded on the dance floor, groping each other and comingling throughout the place, Anna and her crew didn't stray too far from their own.

"I juss don't want to keep secrets from him."

"Oh my goddd," Joseph droned into his hands. "I'm literashly standn' right here!"

Josh, Michael, and Anna shot up and saw Joseph standing with four beers clutched between his fingers.

"Oh, heyyy buddy..."" Josh said through an awkward grin. "Where'd you get the beers?"

"This chick witha weirdass name at the bar, bought me-" Joseph nearly spilt two beers pushing them onto the table. "Hey! Don'ts change the subjects- just tell me already, what is this big secret?"

"You are not nearly drunker enough than you should be," Michael yelled over the music as he slapped the side of Jo's arm. Jo looked to Anna who bit her lip looking to Michael or Josh to speak.

"Umm..." Josh started.

"What. Is. Up! My birthday boyyyy!?" A voice rang from behind Jo before he was tackled by a bear hug around his arms. The shaggy hair blanketing Jo's face mixed with the extreme odor of weed gave away his attacker immediately.

"Tommen, what's up man?" Jo turned having to grab the wall to keep from falling.

"Dude, I been talkn' to the bouncer. He's got some crazy fuckn' stories, you know what I mean?"

"I'm sure-"

"Look at this shit!" Tommen yelled at the dance floor. Hundreds of bodies mashed into another. It was beyond midnight and not even the AC could keep the humid fog of all of the body heat from raising in the air. "What's up Anna- boys?" Tommen said looking at the rest of the gang. "Hey, Jo Jo, my man, I'm sorry to hear about this bullshit you going through, on your birthday! No less! Harsh."

"What you mean?" Jo shook his head. At first he thought Tommen was talking about the political drama with his father, but realized if it didn't have to do with the legalization of Marijuana, Tommen didn't follow politics. Jo wished he didn't follow politics. The mere thought of his father brought bile to his mouth. Stomach acid to splash to his tongue.

"Baby!" Her high pitch voice slammed into his side as Lindsay wrapped her legs around him. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Hey..." Joseph fell against the wall catching her. Her lips mashed against his sloppily and drunk. Her legs slid down his bodily lifelessly.

"I'mmmm just gunna..." Tommen backed away slowly before disappearing into the crowd. Jo could taste the peach vodka on her tongue and smell the rich coat of pot covering her skin. Jo broke the kiss separating her from him. "Whoa now."

"Mmmm," Lindsay swooned a drunken look up to Jo. "I... missed you..."

"Someone's been pregamin' hard," Jo said holding her hips. "How-how was your car show?" He looked up and saw a shadow move by him. It was Anna. She shot a glare in his direction as she stomped towards the bar. What's her problem?

"What are you doing? Let's dance! Lets go and-" Lindsay's hand slid down his abdomen and groped the crotch of his pants.

"Whoa-" Jo brushed her hands from his jeans and felt a vibration permeate from his pocket. He reached back to his pocket and retrieved his phone figuring it was his sister.

"You're legal now, baby," Lindsay whispered loudly as she turned. She grinded her tight sharp ass in wide circles against his crotch. "Maybe you deserve a treat."

"Oh yeah?" Jo spoke half interested. His home screen showed a text from an unknown number. Flashes of annoyance filled his thoughts as he thought of his father or brother sending reminders of being on his best behavior.

It didn't even make sense since it wouldn't be an unknown number texting if it was in fact his family but that was the worst part. The illogical worry. It was that he was 18 and his own man now, but still he was just a pawn under his father's thumb. Even swallowing 5 beers and an insurmountable amount of whiskey couldn't hide his worry. That voice in the back of his head. The ball in the bottom of his throat. The suffocating feeling that this is his life now and forever. Looking at his incoming texts and calls, worried it would be his overseer warning him, directing him... controlling him.

He clicked the message. It was a video. It was a crowded house party. He recognized a face or two from school. Assholes he'd never talk to. Then the video went dark and it was a bedroom. There was a built guy shirtless with his jeans around his ankle fucking a girl from behind. She had dirty blonde hair. He couldn't hear the video over the base in club but Joseph moved the phone closer to his face anyways. It was Blake laughing in the video. It was Lindsay moaning in the video. It was Blake laughing as he fucked Lindsay from behind.

The Drink.

"What?" Lindsay asked turning around. Joseph had dropped his hands from Lindsay's sides. He stared at the video that wouldn't stop. She giggled in the video and made faces like she was a porn star. Joseph turned his shoulder pushing Lindsay away from him. "What the fucks-"

"Fucking you!" Jo yelled still watching his phone. "Fucking you!"

"Joseph!" Lindsay yelled. Josh and Michael looked at each other awkwardly.

"Fucking you too!?" Joseph thrusted his phone in her face so she could see. He felt the welt in the bottom of his throat swell. He felt the voice in the back of his head scream. "You!?"

In his rage he felt his eyes blur and hand tremble. He can't trust ANYONE. When his eyes focused he saw passed Lindsay's shoulder to the man grinning behind her. Blake Sweet stood with his friends surrounding him. Blake Sweet with the half popped collar and swollen shirt. Blake Sweet who is the embodiment of everything Joseph was not.

"Seriously?!" Lindsay turned on him sharply. "You fucking sent it out!"

Blake smiled with shrug as his boys laughed falling on each other's shoulders. Joseph shouldered past Lindsay nearly causing her to fall.

Blake beamed a grin, "really, I was doing you a favor by letting you know your girl's a slu-"

Joseph's fist cracked across Blake's jaw sending him spinning to the floor. Before he could throw the next blow, hands were gripping and pulling at his arms and chest. "Fuckn asshole!"

"Blake!" Lindsay yelled shouldering past Joseph. Blake lied face down motionless. "Jos- Jo! Listen- wait, just wait,"

"Get out of 'ere!" Anna shouted shoving Lindsey by the side.

"Bitch," Lindsey whined.

Jo ripped his arms from the grip of strangers that still restrained him, glaring at the woman he thought was his girlfriend. "I was talking to you, you fucking asshole."

"Oh my god, Blake, Blake wake up," Lindsay leaned over Blake as he groaned awake.

"Dude, you knocked him the fuck out." Josh laughed from behind Jo. Blake stirred and his friends gathered him and his rubbery limbs. Jo half expected a brawl- probably ending in his pummeling, but to his surprise Jo was only shot a few jagged looks before Blake was helped away with Lindsey sniffling in toe.

"Bad fucking ass," Michael said slapping Joseph on the shoulder.

Jo whipped around, "You guys knew? All of you?" He glared at Anna the hardest. "Thanks, friends. Leave me to be fucking blindsided."

"Joseph I'm-" Anna yelled after him.

Jo walked away for the bar, "forget it, I'll find my own way home."

No one. No ONE! Joseph sat at the bar with his fists clenched and a snarling growing across his lips. No one no one no one- I am absolutely alone. I have no one! He wanted a drink or ten to forget himself. To forget the world, but he wasn't even old enough to order one. What's the point of this world? This life? Any of this shit. His mind replayed the drunken camera footage of his ex-girlfriend getting fucked in his mind over and over. The whole thing- her dating me, being with me, it was all a joke. A big fucking joke on him...

"Looks like someone could use a drink..." A lady spoke sitting in the empty stool beside him. She was skinny. Her red top breezed open and closed with every movement. It had slits along the sides of the fabric revealing her waist and stomach. But no matter the amount of skin she showed on her hips, it was not enough to distract from her large firm breasts that pointed for Joseph. "You owe me one, remember?"

"Oh yea- yeah, right," Jo shook his head remembering. She was the girl across the bar who'd bought him beers earlier in the night. "Sorry its- I'm..." he sighed, shaking his head. "Funny... I'm actually not old enough to buy alcohol."

She leaned in closer, "me neither," she whispered with a naughty grin. "Three shots of tequila." She said to the bar tender with three fingers then turned back to Jo, "it helps if you have big tits."

Jo laughed with the girl, "I'm sorry, thanks for the drinks I just-"

"What? Oh my god, are you gay?" She asked.

"No! no, I-"

"I mean I didn't think a gay guy could punch a guy like that."

"I'm straight I'm just..." Jo looked to the ceiling as if god would break through to give him an alternate story to tell. "I turned 18 today, but my prick father has black mailed me into being his bitch for life. My girlfriend and only friends have hid the fact that my girlfriend- ex-girlfriend had been fucking a piece of shit at school behind my back."

"Wow..." The girl said sliding a shot in front of him. "So you just turned 18?" she said with a coy smile. Her long blonde hair floated over her lips.

Jo laughed rubbing his face as if to wipe the stress free and looked around the crowded bar. "You know, there's a sea of douchebags ripe for the pickings here, right?"

"Don't try to convince her otherwise," another woman said, reaching between them at the bar. "I've already tried." The woman had long flowing auburn hair. She wore a short navy blue dress that barely covered her ass cheek as she leaned. She grabbed the third shot that was in front of no one and drank it fast.

"This is my friend, Jasmine, and I've done the bad boy thing before, ugh. Always disappointing. You're not bad..."

Joseph circled the rim of his shot glass with his finger as Jasmine took a stool on the opposite side of her friend. "And what makes you so sure I'm a good guy?"

"I said you're not a bad guy," she said pulling her blonde hair back and to the side, revealing her long slender neckline. "I hope you're not a good guy."

Joseph smirked raising his shot to hers, "my name's Joseph, by the way."

"Call me Strawberry," she said seductively, licking her lips before they downed their tequila.

The After Party.

Jo attempted to ease himself to the futon in the dark room but more fell-tripped into sitting down on it. Luckily, his lady friend was busy whispering to her friend through the cracked door to notice. It was not very large, but every wall had some kind of love seat or couch against it. There were small lamps on the wall that gave off a low glow of blue light, which was just enough to illuminate the furniture. "Thisssis very unsanitary," Joseph made a face at Strawbarry who drunkenly closed the door with her back. "Can yous imagine how bright this room'd be with ah black light?"

The bass from the club still beat through the walls. Strawbarry walked wobble legged on her heels and giggled as she mounted him. Her hands bracing on his chest, she started to cuing even before her lips touched his. Joseph's hands cupped her lower back as her blonde hair shrouded their face and almost in slow motion, her lips fell to his. She kissed him soft at first, then breathing him in she pressed harder on him, kissing messily. Her hips dug into his. Her hands were busy stripping him down. First his shirt, then her fingers went to work on his belt in a frenzy. Jo wished he could contribute more to the effort but multitasking was not much of an option at this juncture. In fact, considering how much he drank in the past hour, consciousness would have been debatable if he didn't have a gorgeous 19 year old undressing him.

She slid down between his legs like a serpent with a devious smile as she licked her lips. Her right breast already falling from her red top. She struggled with his cloth belt for a moment but Joseph was in a trance staring at her face. She's waay hotter than Lindsay... fuck Lindsay. Stop fucking thinking about any of them!

"I guesss Ishould probably help you that belt huh?" Jo said with a goofy giggle.

"Yea ya jerkshahah," Strawberry laughed pressing her head to the thigh of his pants, giving up. She made a pouty face as her right hand rubbed the crotch of his jeans and she groped his hard shaft. "Mmm I want it..." She wined like a child.

"That's if it even works," Jo undid his belt easily and paused. "Did I just say that out loud?"

Strawberry collapsed into his lap in a giggling frenzy.

"I think I'm drunker than I think I thought-" Jo shook his head laughing with her. "No. I'm done talk."

She pulled his jeans down and palmed his restrained cock through his boxers. "Mmm... I'll mmmake it work!"

Joseph gave her two thumbs up and kept his mouth shut. Does she even remember my name? I don't even know this girl. What if she has herpes? I don't even know her name. Yes. You do. Strawberry... no way. Maybe its Barry... and she added straw...

"Oh my gawd!" Strawberry said, though Joseph was still unsure if that truly was her legal name. His delayed reaction was more delayed than he realized. By the time he tried to ask 'what,' Strawbarry had ran to the door. She disappeared out the room leaving the door wide open and Joseph sitting naked with a pair of boxers around his knees.

"Well..." Joseph said to himself. His hands fell heavy, smacking his thighs. People walked pass the door too and from the bathroom and Jo laughed at the randomness of where he found himself. What is going on? I can't even feel my face. He rolled his head from side to side on the back of the couch. ...this room has to be used exclusively for sex...

Strawberry fell into the door and she stumbled to her feet. "See!" She pointed at Joseph. Jasmine walked in the room and before onlookers followed, Strawberry closed the door, finally.

"Oh my-" Jasmine repeated walking closer. Joseph followed their eyes down to his crotch and saw his half limp member slumped over his thigh. "You're a natural born star, huh?" Jasmine's hand fell to his shoulder as she clumsily sat beside him, curling her slender legs up to her side. Jasmine was older some. Maybe mid-twenties? With more of a tan and a curvy plumpness to her ass and tits, some could argue her sexiness over Strawberry.

"Hey, handsssoff missy," Strawberry sat on the other side of him. Her hand grabbed his cock like a toy in the sandbox. "This one's mine- Godd. It's like a whip haha." She whipped his cock left to right and watched the head bob back and forth. "I never realized how fun these are before!" Strawberry giggled. Joseph remained smizen. Half smiling, half frozen as he was attacked by beautiful women.

Is this real life? He felt like he needed to slap himself to know, but thought it'd ruin the moment if it was real life.

"I mean you work with big cockssall day buts you don't get to play with them, you know?" Strawberry mused still shaking his member. Her movements turned from playful to full strokes going from the balls to the tip of his cock unexpectedly.

"Ohm," Jo released an unexpected moan.

"Mmmmm..." Strawberry curled into crook of his neck at the sound of his cu. Biting her lip, she nuzzled below his ear.

"How big is it?" Jasmine asked, her hand cupping his inner thigh as she slid it down and back up again.

"I don't know..." Jo shrugged.

"You never measured?!" Strawberry slapped his chest playfully.

"Doo most guys do measure that?" Joseph asked, making a face.

"Liar..." Jasmine added.

"Nooo I'm not, but howbout thiss. I'll let you measure it if you tell me one thing," Jo held up a finger. "...is Strawberry your real name?"

The girls looked at another and collapsed to his thighs in a giggling fit.

Strawberry flicked her hair to one side as she swung her leg over his hips. Her left hand held his shaft firm, pressing it between their smushed stomachs, stroking it some as she tongued his left ear, shooting shivers down his spine. "It's more of a flavor really," she said his ear. "Want to taste?" She whispered, pulling back far enough to make eye contact.

Before he could answer, she had dropped her spaghetti strap from her right shoulder and pulled out her large breasts from her dress. Needing no more invitation, Josephs hand palmed the side of her boobs as his tongue made a long hard lap on her erect nipple. His free hand gripped Strawberry's hips grinding them on his lap as his lips encircled her nipple and she began to moan and the grip of her palm tightened around his shaft.

His first thought was, wait, this doesn't taste like Strawberry?? But the clumsy pumping of his shaft reminded him- whatever. Joseph squeezed her left ass cheek and bit the tip of her nipple slightly making her free hand grab at his hair as her thighs clenched in his lap.

She moved down after a moment and kissed him hard. Her lips were wet and warm like how Jo was already imagining the inside of her pussy would be. Jasmine had disappeared from sight as he closed his eyes. His tongue twirled with hers as he palmed her firm tit roughly and she moaned. Eyes closed, Joseph felt Strawberry start to move to his side while holding the kiss, and he went to follow but was stopped.

Jasmine's lips were kissing gently down his ribs as she stole glances up at him. Her long, straight, auburn hair breezed over his thigh as he saw her hand replace Strawberry's around his shaft. By now his cock was throbbing. I don't know who I'd call, but if this ended right now, I'd have to call someone about this hard on 4 hours from now, he thought.