The boy looked around. Every eye that was not closed in fatigue watched them with curiosity. Felix felt very self conscious.

“I need those.” He murmured, wishing not to be heard by their spectators. He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate. The girl smiled up at him, eyes still glittering with mischief.

“If you want them babe, you’ll need to go through
me.” She paused as her smile broadened, “all the way through.”

The boy bit his lip lower lip. Part of him wanted to smile. That other, contained part of him numbed by the drugs wanted to thrust his hands down her shirt and take back what belonged to him.

 “I don’t fuck under the influence.”  He murmured out of impulse. Felix intended his voice to sound flirtatious, but came out shy and quiet.

She laughed, “Would being under the influence make you fuck?”

Felix smiled, “That was what the other pills did.”

People were looking away now, their expressions disturbed or amused. The couple ignored them.

“And what do the new ones do?”

“They’re suppose to keep me from raping people.” He said nonchalantly, glancing at the girl from the corner of his eye.

 Another, slightly older woman standing in front of them turned wildly on her heals to look at him. She then tuned sharply away, as though afraid she inadvertently attracted attention to herself. When the bus stopped a moment later, she rushed off, frighteningly shoving people out of her way.

The girls smile broadened, “And are they working?”

“I’m not feeling any need to quit the habit yet,” Felix admitted, with a sly smile.

The girl looked away from him, out the window, and she straightened slightly as she looked back.

“well, I wouldn’t want to encourage a bad knack, so I’m off.” Before Felix could say another word, she had slinked through the tight group of passengers, and escaped through the unmoving bus. He watched after her for a moment, feeling slightly confused. It was only when the bus started moving again that he remembered the pills.

“Hey!”  He shouted, shoving his way towards the driver’s seat.

“Can’t,” Said the bus driver. “Already in traffic. I’ll drop you at the next stop, though.”

“Fuck.” The boy growled, clenching his fists at his side, restraining himself from hitting something. He had only received the re-dose that morning and his doctor said he would not re-prescribe more medication until the set time period was expended; no exceptions. The moment the bus stopped, he was off and running on the sidewalk, in the direction of the last stop. It was a hot day, even with the thick cloud cover, and he found himself in a full body sweet before he was halfway to the stop. When he got to the place where she had exited, he looked around with the frantic hope she was still there. He had not seen her on his way there, so he continued forward, praying all the while.

 Most pedestrians moved aside the instant they saw the desperate, wild look in his eye. Those who did not were promptly pushed out of the way. He was at a curb, preparing to j-walk into a street of rushing cars, when he saw her to his left, walking down the adjoining sidewalk.

“Hey!” he panted, repeating himself a moment later even louder, “Pill chick!”

She did not appear to hear him, her boots clicking slightly as she continued her steady way down the side walk. She turned, and entered through the gates of the cities large park. People moved along the side walk, or further out off the trail walking by themselves, together with a group, or following their dog on the end of a leash. There were many hedges and trees. After a few yards the only obvious signs that they remained in the city were the blaring of distant horns, or the bits and pieces of sky scrapers reflecting through the branches of the distant trees. He caught up to her, and she still would not turn. Delirious with the heat, and breathless from the running, he came up from behind her, plunging his hands down the front of her shirt. It was only when she stopped that he realized what he had done.

“Hello, Felix.” Was the girls cool, and slightly amused response. “Would this be a one sided foreplay then?

She leaned back against him, turning her head slightly to look up at him.

The boys breathing became even harder, as he moved his finger slightly down the center of her breasts, but he felt no bottle. He leaned forward, hoping to see it. He didn’t.

“Looking for these?” with a rattle, she held up the pills off to the side, and shook them teasingly. He made to withdraw both of his hands, but she gripped him with her free hand, holding him there.

“Oh yea, you know how I like it.” She said, her voice projecting even when her throat was tight with a restrained giggle. Felix looked around, and saw to his horror that all traffic on the side walk had stopped. A small group of people had formed a ring around the awkward couple, watching with astonishment.

“Show us some knob action!” a young Hispanic boy hooted from the crowed.

The girl winked at him, and then lowered her voice as she addressed Felix quietly.

“Are you willing to work for theses pills?” the boy was still distracted by the crowed, and he was nearly biting his lip hard enough to bleed.

“Maybe.” He said hesitantly. His hands remained in her shirt and he was unable to restrain the urge to squeeze. Felix felt her stiffen, but taking her expression into account, the reflex had nothing to do with discomfort.

“I’ll make it worth your while.” She breathed, turning to face him. The boy did not know where she had put the pills, but a moment both arms were wrapped around his neck as she kissed him. She was short, and he found himself being forced to crouch slightly. Despite her minimal height however, she was forceful. Felix reluctantly allowed himself to be pressed up against a tree, the rough feel of the bark vaguely painful against his shoulders. Distantly he heard howls of amusement, and laughter, but the boy had closed his eyes, trying to ignore the attention. She kissed him forcibly, her tongue not the only thing that slid and probed. Her hands, one moment formed into fists pressing roughly against his chest, were light, and slightly caressed his neck and arms the next. Her hand was exploring the hollow behind his ear, delivering a pleasant tickling sensation while her other sharply clawed down the right side of his neck. He shouted out in surprise, rather then pain, pushing her forcibly away. She seemed prepared and danced away, maintaining her balance. She smiled at him.

“What the fuck!” Felix touched the raw place under his ear. He was uncertain if he was angrily or excited by her teasing. “I just want my frickin pills!”

With a smirk, the girl turned to the general audience. “What do you think, people? Should I give ‘em his beans?”

They were quick to respond. The sound of disapproval quickly eliminated any cries of clemency. She glanced over at him for his reaction. Felix only looked back hopefully as he unconsciously clenched and unclenched his hands at his side, nervously cracking his joints. The girl turned, and came directly in front of him, looking up, “The people have spoken. You’ll still need to work for em.” Her voice held an edge of playful regret.

As distracted as he was by the crowed, it was hard for him to keep his eyes away from her. Her, short, spiky turquoise hair made her pail blue eyes look stunning. If the roles had been reversed, and he was given the opportunity, he would have made the first move. As she gripped him, he wished he had. She held him at arms distance, maintain pressure to his shoulders as she pushed him into the tree. Her eyes carefully scanned his face, and then slowly moved all the way down. When she looked back up at his face, she was biting her lower lip. After a moment, she moved her face up to his neck.

“I’ve forgotten what adept cum taste’s like.” She breathed in his ear. The boys throat stiffened sharply as he swallowed, and the girl brushed her wet lips against the hollow of his throat. His head relaxed back as he closed his eyes, shuddering a moment later as he felt her tongue move up under the protrusion of his Adam apple. The soft tip of her tongue teased the underside in circular motions, the sensation thrilling his entire body. He felt the urge to squeeze her, and just as he reached out to act on the impulse, he was slammed against the tree again.

His eyes shot open and he looked at her indignantly. She maintained her sly smile, confusing him.

“Play with me, boy,” she purred, rubbing her torso up against his. He was unsure what to do. One moment, he thought she wanted to be touched. The next, he receives a bruise indicating otherwise. He looked into her eyes, and decided at that moment he would no longer play the victim. He brought his hands up her inner thighs from behind, running a finger between her legs. The texture of her fish nets broke the smooth surface of her warm skin. Felix continued to move his hands upward until he felt the fabric of her undergarment. The net sections were wide and he easily slid a finger underneath it to feel her wet skin. The moment her fists wrenched into his chest, he hooked a finger inside of her, gripping her throat with his free hand and twirled her around so that their positions were reversed, and his back was against the tree. An excited hoot, and exclamations of concern came from the audience, but the couple ignored them. He forced her back into the bark, and her shoulders curved back slightly in discomfort, but when she looked back at him, she was still smiling. Both of her hands went to the wrist he held at her throat, but they only rested there lightly. Felix squeezed her throat slightly, and he felt the muscles of her neck stiffen.

“You really want that?” he demanded quietly, questioning her request. She smiled at him, for once showing teeth. Her hands squeezed his wrists in answer. He was hesitant, and he looked around. The crowed had grown with more reluctantly curious people. He knew, if they were caught, both of them could be arrested. If that happened he might be unable to get his medications again. All the people watching them looked eager, and Felix swallowed sharply. He stepped back to pull away, but her hands went back to his chest and she gripped the front of his shirt roughly, pulling him against her. She forced him to look her in the eye. Her hands went to his lower back, and she squeezed him firmly there, kissing him on the lips. She shrugged off the tree, pressuring herself into him, forcing him back a few steps. Still kissing him, she continued to press him back. Felix let her guide him blindly. He stopped abruptly when he felt something hard run into the back of his lower thighs. Before he could react, the girl pushed him backward roughly, and he lost his balance. An instant later he was sitting on a hard wooden bench. She looked down at him, a hand on both of his shoulders, forcing him against the seat. Suddenly she laughed.

“What? Afraid to get your wang wet?”

Felix was unable to resist the urge to look at the crowed again before answering.

“Shouldn’t  we be worrying about the cops, or something.”

“We wont get caught.”

He looked at her with a slightly cricked smile, “You’re kidding.”

“And why would I do that?” she asked quietly as she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. When he turned his head away she looked at him with cool inquisitiveness.

“As much as I would like to do this, I think I’ll take my pills and go.” He was smirking now, despite the impatience he felt. Her smile was slow as she tilted her head to the side, her eyes shining wickedly. She hummed thoughtfully.

“Em, I don’t think so.” She breathed. “I’m not finished with you yet.” Smoothly she ran her left hand along his shoulder, up and around to the back of his neck, combing her fingers through his hair. Then she roughly grabbed him there, twisting so that his head was forced back. Felix’s neck strained against her hold, but his body tensed as he blindly labored against her. She continued to hold him firmly as she mounted his lap. His hands weakly rested against the curves of her lower back and ribs. He didn’t try to hurt her to encourage her to release him. Despite the force she used, Felix did not feel threatened.

As she reached into one of the pockets of her skirt, his head tilted slightly, and he was able to watch her with a single eye. A moment later she pulled out a pink Swiss army knife. It was small and couldn’t inflict much damage, but Felix stiffened at the sight of it. Using the same hand that held the pocket knife the girl gripped his shirt collar and wrenched it downward so that the skin over his heart was exposed. She gripped his hair all the more tightly when he tried to pull his head away. The girl smiled slightly as she rested the blade tip against his skin.

“Something to remember me by.” She said, slicing a cursive S an M into his skin. He clenched his jaw, his breathing quickening. He shuddered violently and closed his eyes as she lowered her mouth and in circled the cut with her lips so that both of the letters were covered. She sucked him there slightly and he felt her warm tongue brush his burning skin. His shoulders stiffened against the back of the bench, causing him to arch. As she withdrew her lips, she pressed lightly against his chest, forcing him back into the chair. Reluctantly he relaxed, and the girl slowly released the grip on his hair. His head fell back, and he swallowed again. She kissed him on the throat once more, gently cradling the back of his head with one hand as she undid his zipper with the other.

His loins throbbed, and when she took him in hand, his member pulsed hard. She scooted herself even closer to him, now kneeling on either side of his hips. Felix’s hands rested stiffly on her shoulders up to this point, and when she gripped his rode, his fingered curved so that his nails rested against the skin of her boney shoulder blades. As she started stroking him, his nails pressed into her skin, and he felt her soft flesh go hard. She moved forward even closer, until her lower torso rested against his chest. Felix’s hands shook slightly with anticipation. She waited a moment, as she moved her free hand between her legs. Then abruptly she landed herself roughly on his erect member. She breathed in sharply as the boy dragged his nails outward, across her shoulders. The girl firmly held onto his shoulders as he arched beneath her. He straightened, one of his arms wrapping completely around her shoulders to the opposite side of her neck, while the other rested at her waist.  She gripped his shoulders to maintain balance as much as for control. With maintained energy she rocked forward and back, rising and falling slightly as she formed figure eights above his hips. Felix gripped her tightly, fighting to maintain control of himself. Despite his effort, a few quiet moan’s escaped him, and only distantly he registered chuckles and whoops from the people watching. The girl would increase, and decrease her speed at random intervals, shocking him at times, and teasing him at others. The pressure in side him increased with the pleasure. She began to slow just as he was about to peek. He made a grab for her hips to lead her just as he heard a strong male voice close by, and he felt ice cold dread burn inside his stomach.

“Excuse me. Is everything alright here?” Before he had time to look around for the intruder, the girl slid forward, and drove down. Before Felix could groan, the girl wrapped her arms fondly around his head, hugging his face to her chest tightly. His loud exclamation of pleasure was muffled as the girl replied lightly.

“We’re just playing officer,” At that moment, Felix peeked inside her, and she grunted quietly, and finished in a teasing tone, “everything’s fine.”

Eyes watering, Felix tuned his face against her hold so that his eyes peered just over her forearm. A middle aged man in police uniform looked down at the couple with reluctant concern.

“How are you, young man?” he asked. The girl loosened her hold on his head, but she still cradled the side of his face against her chest.

“Awesome.” He whimpered. The officer looked around, and the boys eyes shifted as far as the girls restriction allowed. There no longer was a crowed. They dispersed with the official’s arrival. The police looked back at them, nodded, and walked away. A moment later, he was leaving the park.

Felix was so distracted by the mans exit, he was caught off guard when the girl rose, and fell on him roughly again.

He groaned, head falling back as she laughed.

“You went limp there for a minute. I got worried.” She teased him, gently moving back and forth now.

“I thought we were totally screwed.” He mumbled, his voice slightly high from the shock.

“Told you they wouldn’t know.” She said proudly, her own eyes now closed, back straight as she propelled herself by holding his shoulders. He looked at her, suddenly feeling confused.

“Was this all you-” his voice was broken with a whimper as she twisted her hips sharply and he shuddered as he released again. A moment later, he continued, panting.

“Was this all you wanted?”

“Yep,” she said lightly, “I gave up popping pills a while ago.”

“So,” Felix said thoughtfully, swallowing hard, “do you do this, eh, a lot?”

The girl laughed, throwing her head back. As she looked back at him, here eyes shone brightly.

“You’d be the first.” She assured him.

This made Felix thoughtful, and he smiled crookedly.

“Does this have to be our last?” he said, voice suddenly hopeful for a negation.

She hummed thoughtfully again, pressing against him, encouraging him to lay down. He submitted to her pressure, and lay back against the bench. She still straddled him, and moved up and down. He closed his eyes, feeling himself about to peek, when abruptly, she stopped, and the pressure of her on his abdomen disappearing. He was cautious to open his eyes, afraid she was just playing with him, but when he looked up, she was gone. He sat up quickly and looked around. As he moved upright, something fell from his chest, rolling then hitting the ground with a click. He looked down and saw his pill bottle. He picked it of, turned the lid and looked inside. A piece of paper sat just above the capsules, and using a finger, he pulled it out.

He looked around before reading.

We can finish this at my place.

-Sell Min-

Following the message was a houseaddress and phone number. When the invitation registered, Felix smiled, and tucked the paper into his jeans pocket.