Heather rages, and it's a race against time

Heather froze when that wet muscle slathered its way across her arm. Vomit from a previous burger gurgled in her throat.

"Now back the hell off," Kurt spat into her ear, and then everything was red. Blood red, dripping from the sockets that once held Kurt's eyes. As her mind enjoyed the fantasy of using them as stress balls while he writhed on the ground holding his misshapen manhood, she sensed another body slipping into the area next to her.

"Man, am I famished!" Taylor Bishop shouted. "Whose idea was it for the barbecue?"

"Brandon," Ashley chimed in.

Dear sweet merciful deities that control the workings of the universe, Heather thought, please don't let her have noticed Kurt's fucking tongue on my fucking arm, please.

"He needs an excuse to practice his grill-fu or whatever."

"Zen and the Art of Barbecue, hon." He punctuated his point with a sizzle and a flip. "I've shown you the book."

"Is that really a thing?" Hannah had to ask.

"You have no idea how many things there really are," Ashley retorted. "Sadly yes."

To Heather's utter astonishment, as far as she could determine, Ashley hadn't. In fact, no one seemed to have. Lisa, Madison, and Victoria had their own conversation at one end, Zack tried (and failed miserably) to not be disappointed that Victoria's attention wasn't on him, Hannah and Taylor seemed to be content with flashing vaguely lewd gestures involving hot dogs at each other, and Gavin reached an in-depth discussion about the second boss in Soul Survivor. ("Go for the eyes! Everyone thinks the weak spot is the chest, but boy are they wrong!") Even Kurt's attention had refocused, though an effort to cross his legs tried to dislodge her hand from his trunks' confines.

No such luck, piggie, she sneered. Her goal was reclaimed, and Kurt's vision became similarly tinged with crimson. You'll be crying all the way home before this day is done.

Her hand twitched, and she swirled her fingers. Kurt grew in her grasp again, and slowly, she drew her nails back. Then forward. Then back. Then forward. Then her palm caressed his underside.

Kurt gargled in response to something Gavin said.

It was her favorite trick, her so-called "palm blowjob." Every guy who received it needed an immediate change of underwear, and Kurt would be no different. It was a little tricky inside a pair of trunks, but Kurt certainly didn't deserve the proper treatment. This was about the destination, not the journey.

To distract herself, she returned to Chloe, who I'm sure would like to share notes about Megan again. Maybe she had been in some other interesting parties too. Heather had developed a newfound admiration over the body-conscious Chloe's hidden wildside.

All Heather saw though was a mortified stare. She returned it.

God fucking damnit, no. Through frantic, one-handed pantomime, Heather tried to explain her situation, but Chloe remained blanched. Her eye twitched as her hand remained steady. Empty your fucking balls, Kurt. Now's the time.