Lick or Leave
The New World of SwapTech
chapter 6
by
swapticon
Leo had barely processed the message when the girl dragging him tugged harder. “Come on, babe, we’re doing Lick or Leave. You promised Madison you’d be brave tonight!”
“I what?” Leo said, stumbling on wedge heels.
He was pulled into a circle of sorority girls and frat boys sitting cross-legged around a lazy Susan with lipstick tubes taped to the edges. One girl spun it with a flourish. It landed on a buff guy in a crop top and eyeliner. He grinned.
“Okay, girl,” he said. “Lick me anywhere or you have to shotgun a Four Loko.”
“Pick the Loko! Pick the Loko!” Leo hissed under his breath.
But "Lola" apparently had a reputation, because the crowd began chanting, “LICK! LICK! LICK!”
He panicked. Then, gingerly, leaned forward and licked the guy’s forearm.
A chorus of boos.
“Lola, that was so lame.”
The guy leaned in and whispered, “If you wanna do it for real later, I’m into shy girls.”
Leo stumbled back and bumped into someone’s lap. Two warm hands settled on his waist.
“Jesus,” muttered a voice behind him. “You’ve been swapped what, three minutes and you’re already grinding?”
He turned. It was Jenna, a quiet girl from his freshman writing seminar. Except now, she was in a leather bustier and fishnets.
“Jenna?”
She sipped from her Solo cup. “GlitterLoxx throws good parties. And Lola’s always the main event.” She smirked. “Careful, honey. That body’s got muscle memory.”
Leo’s hips shifted again—instinctively swaying to the bass beat.