Push Comes to Shove by Oasis Page A

can’t fool around all night. I have a meeting in the morning with the city council.” He caressed the back of her head.
    Junior felt the car pick up speed as highway signs began to blow by. He wished that they had stayed at Mr. Reynolds’s.
    Shea kept her head dunked in the mayor’s lap until she felt him tense.
    “Why did you stop?” He put on the right turn signal. “Keep sucking. I was almost there.”
    “Give me a blast.” She took out a lighter.
    He exited the highway on East 72nd and parked at the Cleveland Municipal Boat Dock. “Take your clothes off.” He pulled his pants down to his ankles. “’Cause if I take a hit of this good shit first, I ain’t gonna want no pussy.”
    She slipped her hand beneath the miniskirt, eased the thong off, and tossed it in the back.
    Secret’s nostrils flared when the underwear got snagged on her ponytail.
    “Let me see them titties.” The mayor put a piece of crack on her pipe.
    Junior smiled as he imagined a pair of breasts.
    Shea ignited the lighter. The mayor grabbed her hand. “Stop fucking around. Get naked. You know how I like it.”
    The skirt. The blouse. The bra. Everything found itself on the back seat. She stuck the flame to the pipe and sucked until the crack vanished.
    Secret and Junior could hear something sizzle as a dim glow lit the interior.
    Shea handed the mayor the pipe. She held the smoke and covered his penis with her mouth again. She filled his lap with smoke as the cocaine escaped her nose.
    While she swallowed his stiff organ, he balanced a rock on the pipe and smoked it.
    “Give me some.” She pushed and pulled his organ with a gentle touch.
    He put his lips on hers and blew the smoke into her mouth.
    Shea choked. “This some good shit, Brandon.”
    “Tell me how good it is with your mouth. Kiss my dick.” Hepushed a finger into the folds of her drenched vagina, then rubbed the moist finger on the glass pipe to cool it.
    The mayor took another hit while Shea took him.
    The car became filled with smoke.
    Secret pinched her nose closed. Junior followed suit. This was the first time Secret wasn’t angry with him for being a copycat.
    “Let me hit this champion pussy while you hit this.” He pulled her from his lap and gave her the pipe with a rock stuffed in it.
    Shea smiled. She sat back and tried to recline the seat. Secret was too big to dodge the back seat in such a tight area. The seat began to smash her.
    “Achoo! Achoo!” Junior couldn’t hold it any longer. The cocaine smoke was too much.
    “The hell? What’s going on?” The mayor looked at Shea; they looked over the seat and saw the frightened faces of Secret and Junior. The mayor damn near brush-burned his ass, pulling his pants up so fast.
    Shea didn’t bother. She felt around for the lighter.
    “Who are…What the hell are you doing in my car?” The mayor turned the interior light on.
    Shea put the flame to the pipe.
    The force behind the slap was somewhere between brutal and extreme. “What the fuck are you doing, stupid motherfucker?” The pipe shattered against the dashboard. He reached between Junior and Secret, plucked Shea’s clothes from the seat, and shoved them at her. “Put your shit on, you dizzy bitch. As a matter of fucking fact, get out! You see these children.”
    “Brandon, I’m sorry, baby. You know how it is.”
    “Walk it off.” He reached over, opened the door, then threw her clothes to the asphalt. “You’ll be good and sober by the time you get where you’re going. Out.”
    Shea picked up what she could salvage of the pipe and climbed out.
    The mayor locked the door behind her.
    He took out his cell phone. “What’s your parents’ number?” He looked at them through the rearview.
    Nothing.
    He turned around. “I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t know who I am? No, you don’t.” He glanced at the heavens. “Thank you, God. What are you guys doing in my car?”
    “My mom and dad ain’t…” Secret felt bad for Shea, who