by S Gonzalez
We mostly talk and joke around, when we are not making out of course. We hold hands and watch the stars as I lay my head on his stomach while he plays with my hair. He’s so sweet to be around; nothing like you would expect him to be from the outside. I am completely comfortable with him and he always respects me when I stop him from going too far. I don’t know if you could say we are dating. We never really put a label on it. I did want to sound like a kid and ask to be his girlfriend or anything. But I like him. Like really, really, almost call it love, like him. This is the closest thing to love that I ever felt. I have never met anyone like him. He is everything a man should be to a woman.
Stepping backstage, I can hear the noise from the front of the club. I immediately become self-conscience. I glance at Mary and wonder if we look like a bunch of kids who raided their mother’s makeup. Mary’s dressed in short black leather shorts, a red lace top with a black bra underneath, and black thigh high boots. My short, skin tight black dress has strategically placed cuts across the top of my breasts, a red bra that peeks out through the cuts, and black fishnet stockings that are covered by my knee length red Doc Martins. The dress is Mary’s and I knew when I put it on that it was a tad to small. Mary is a bit more petite than I am, and her breasts are not the full C cup mine are.
When I look out past the stage I take a sigh of relief when I see most of the audience is even more scarcely dressed than I am. I step past the kissing fools that no longer realize I am there. After dodging a few drunk chicks looking for the bathroom, I see Dominic sitting on an amp a few feet away. When I get close enough to touch him, he takes a double take; not realizing right away it is me standing before him. His eyes light up with joy and judging from his reaction he is already undressing me in his mind.
“Emma, you look freaken hot,” Dominic says slowly as he eases his body off the black amp box. He stands over me as if he is going to attack. I blush and pull down my dress but soon realize that is not going to work. As my dress goes down my cleavage gets more exposed. He looks edibles himself in black boots, designer ripped jeans, and a black Hell Razors t-shirt with no sleeves, exposing the strategically placed artwork scrolling down his arms. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes my bottom, pulling me towards him so I can feel his growing erection.
“Pleased to see me I see?” I tease before he kisses me hard and immediately starts mouth fucking me with his tongue.
This is so awesome. I am kissing a rock star backstage, ahhhh. “Pleased to see you, pleased to touch you, and later,” he leans in close to my ear so only I can hear him, “I will be very pleased to fuck you.” My heart skips a beat and I am a gooey pile of teenage hormones.
Keep it together Hill. Don’t act like a kid. Be cool. “That’s a little presumptuous. Maybe I don’t want to fuck you.” He takes a step back, grabs both my wrists and holds my arms out to get a good look at what I am wearing.
“Did you wear that dress so I wouldn’t notice you? Come now, Emma. I may not be a bright man but I am not a dumb one either.”
He lets go of my arms and takes another step back. “Although, you are right, that was presumptuous. Perhaps you didn’t wear that dress for me but for some other worthy fool. If that’s the case I guess I will be on my way.” I narrow my eyes at him and he turns to leave.
“No, no buddy.” I grab his wrist and in one movement he yanks my arm so I am pulled up against his chest, “not so fast. This is ALL for you on one condition.”
“Ummm,” he growls through his teeth running his hands through my hair as he kisses my neck and the top of my cleavage. “Shoot.”
“Later on, you run your hands and your mouth all over me the same way you do that mic stand.”
“You got it, Sweetness,” he says as he kisses me again. He grabs my hips and sits me on a speaker box. “And you have to do something for me.” He opens my legs and I wrap them around his waist so no one can see his hand between us. He slides his index finger up my thigh and I immediately tense. Darting my eyes around to see if we have any onlookers it appears as if no one even cares that he has his hands up my dress. He moves my panties to the side and slips his finger in gently while looking into my eyes.
“What’s that?” I pant, as he is slowly moves in and out of me.
“Keep this wet until after my set.”
Done, done, and done.
“I knew you would feel good,” he slips his finger out of me and puts it into his mouth. “Ummm…but I had no idea you would taste so good.” He pulls back and closes my legs so no one else can see what he just did. I can’t believe he just did that. That was so effin hot. Yes folks, it is official. I am in love with this man. This god like man is going to take me places I have never been before. And I plan on savoring every moment.
“Dom, we’re up,” yells Justin, the guitar player.
“Gotta go, Sweetness. I WILL see you later.” And just like that he strolled on stage with the lights glowing and music pumping around him, like he didn’t just finger me in public.
I sit on the box waiting for Mary while I watch the guys kill it onstage. There are at least 200 women standing below them, but for some reason as he keeps glancing at me. After a few songs, Dominic steps off to the side of the stage where Mary and I are sitting. He takes off his damp shirt and hands it to me. It smells like sweat and the deliciousness of his cologne. I wipe his moist brow with it and hand him a bottle of water. After taking a few sips he bends slightly and snakes his arms around my waist before lifting me off my feet. Before I can register what he is doing, he pulls me on stage with him. I slide down his slick body and he plants a hard kiss on my lips. I hear the crowd go crazy. They can see our, what I thought was private, moment.
He likes me, he has to like me. Why else would he kiss me in front of everyone? He likes me and he wants everyone to know it? This is soooooooo cooooollll. I scurry off the stage and when I turn back around he shoots me a wink and continues to work the audience. Best night ever!
As I am dancing I bump into someone standing very close behind me. I turn to apologize to the unknown person but instead I find Glen glaring back at me. I know that look. That is the look I get when I am in trouble.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is he doing here?
I immediately start to panic as he watches me with malicious eyes. I don’t know what he is going to do but I know this won’t end well. Although he hasn’t touched me in about 2 months and I have avoided him like the plague, he is here now. Why is he here? For me? Panic surges through my veins and I suddenly feel like I am going to pass out. We are in a room full of people. If he touches me everyone will see. He wouldn’t take a risk like that. He is always very careful that he hides his dirty secret from the world. He knows that if he slips up and I tell, his life would be over.
“Glen. What are you doing here?”
“Hello, Princess.” I can feel the bile rising in my throat when he says princess. “I could ask you the same thing. How did you get in here Emma? You’re not 21. More importantly, why are you making a spectacle of yourself in front of hundreds of people, while looking like a cheap hooker? Do you realize all my friends down there know who you are and are asking me why I am letting my 17 year old step-sister prance around like a groupie with barely any clothes on, while practically fucking the lead singer on stage. You are embarrassing me Emma, and I don’t like it.”
I can smell the beer on his breath. His slurred speech mixed with anger is making him spit when he talks. “Glen, have you been drinking?”
“Not that it is any of your business,” he snorts, “ but I got here about an hour ago and I have had 2 beers. I am not drunk if that’s what you’re asking. Lets go. You’re leaving.” Glen grabs my hand and pulls me toward the back of the building.
“What? NO! I am not leaving. I am staying here,” I say as I plant my feet trying not to talk too loud.
“No, you’re not. You are leaving and I am taking you home. You have embarrassed me enough for one night prancing around like a whore.”
PANIC, PANIC. I can’t leave with him. I don’t know what he will do to me. Think, think, think.
“Glen, please. Forget you saw me. I’ll stay backstage. You can tell your friends you made me leave,” I plead.
“NO! Lets go,” Glen growls in anger, pulling on my arm harder then necessary. This is not good. He is drunk and mad. There is no saying what he will do to me if I leave with him.
In a moment of bravery I spit out. “If you force me to leave, I will scream. You will be more embarrassed and they will kick you out of the club. I will tell them you are trying to kidnap me or something.”
I can see anger brewing up in him. I see his beady eyes narrow to pin holes. He is not playing around.
“If you scream and security comes over, I will explain that you are only 17 years old, in a club that is 21 and over. I will tell them that I am your very concerned older brother who is trying to take you out of harms way before the band can have their way with you. Then, I will tell your little boyfriend how old you are, and that the family will press charges if he ever touches you again. Does that cover all your threats, Princess? Now, tell your friend over there you are leaving, then move your fucking feet towards the exit before I really lose my cool.”
He is right. I have no way out of this. I have to leave with him. Perhaps if I go quietly he will just take me home and all will be good. Yeah right, I know better than that. He is not going to make this easy.
I move towards Mary and explain that Glen caught me here and I have to leave before he tells my parents. She nervously agrees and says she will let Dominic know. I thank her and tell her to have him text me later. Looking over my shoulder one last time, I watch Dominic close his eyes as he belts out the final lyrics of his song. He looks like an angel with the spotlights behind him; glowing through the blackness of the stage. My heart drops into my stomach knowing that instead of being with my angel tonight, I am forced to leave with the devil.
Glen came with a group of friends he doesn’t have his car. He grabs my purse from my shoulder and rips my keys out before throwing it back at me. When he clicks the locks open I climb in the back seat, too scared to sit next to him. I don’t want him to touch me. If he touches me while he is driving, I just may throw myself out of the moving car.
“Why are you sitting in he back Princess? You don’t like me?” Seeing his stark white teeth in the darkness of the parking lot is eerie. As he watches trough the rearview mirror I shake my head. He always has this creepy, condescending, coolness to his voice that prickles my skin. But I can’t show him I am afraid. He loves scaring the bejesus out of me. I have to play this cool.
“I don’t know what you’ll do to me if I am close to you. I would rather not find out.”
He snickers but doesn’t give anything else away. I’m watch the back of his head the whole time he drives, not really paying attention to where we are going. It’s not until he turns off the highway and onto a dirt trail that panic sets it. Watching the surroundings change, I see he is heading toward a lake that Paul would take us to when we were younger. I know at the end of this dirt road there is nothing but the lake and trees; nothing else. Horror and anxiety start to build up again. I know what’s coming. Same as every other time he feels I have misbehaved.
“Glen, why are we going down here?”
He says nothing. I can see he is mulling something over in his head. His quietness is almost as bad as his attentiveness.
“You know why. Tit for tat, Emma. Same as always. If your whore mother will not teach you how to be a proper young lady then I guess it is up to me to try.”
“Glen, I’m sorry.” I plead. “I didn’t know you were there and I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m so sorry. Please don’t do this,”
“Ohhh…I do love when you beg me,” he grins as we reach the end of the dirt road. He pulls the car close to the edge of the trees so it cant’ be seen from the main road.
“Glen, don’t. I beg you. I will beg. I will do whatever you want; just don’t do this to me. Not again. I…I...” I sob but Glen doesn’t care. He acts as if I am not even speaking. Like he is zoned out with only one mission in mind. Fear.
He gets out of the driver seat and opens my door. He pulls me out of the car by my hair then throws me toward the hood of the car. Both hands grab my waist and he hoists me up on the hood; instructing me not to move or whatever sick plan he has will be worse. Shock, fear, angst washes over me. I am still, to frightened to move.
As I am trying to figure out how to get away I realize that it is my fear and my struggle that gets him off. I decide in that second that I will go limp and not struggle. Not speak or beg, maybe if there is no fun in the chase then there is no pleasure in it for him. He will either lose his nerve, or possibly kill me. Either way this nightmare will be over.
“You look very slutty Emma.”
I say nothing as I watch him like a hawk. He runs his hands up my thighs and pushes up my dress. The feeling of his hands on me makes my skin crawl. I try to give him an impassive look. I try not to show emotion, but I am wound so tight I feel as though I may pass out.
“Hands up,” he demands.
I immediately do as he asks. He pulls my dress off over my head. He is trying to embarrass me or get a reaction but I am not giving him one. I just stare at him blankly, willing him to come to his senses.
“Lie down.”
Again I say nothing and do as he says. I lay with my back on he hood of the car, staring off into the stars. Just like I do with Dominic when we are alone together. I wish he were here. I wish he would chase after me and find me before this monster can do what I know he is going to do.
“You are being very cooperative. I know you like our alone time together, but you usually make a scene first. I am very pleased that you are listening so well. There is hope for you yet, Princess.”
Nothing. Not an expression, or a faltered breath. Nothing, while I look into the same sky I did a half dozen times before with a man whose touch is everything Glens isn’t.
“Cat got your tongue, Emma. You are usually begging for me by now.”
Still nothing.
“Oh well, let’s see if we can’t get you talking.”
Glen slides my panties off and throws them on the hood of the car. With his hands gripped behind my knees, he parts my legs and yanks me toward him, causing the naked flesh of my behind to screech across the freshly washed hood of my car. I screw my eyes shut and wait for his punishment, anticipating his cruel thrusting to begin at any moment. To my shock he doesn’t. His hand traces up my thighs in slow circles causing my skin to pucker with goosebumps. His index finger slides between the apex of my thighs into my folds where he rubs small circles very slowly, causing my body to jerk at the sudden friction. I am confused. Why is he not being rough and fast like always? Instead he is taking his time, I don’t know which is worse.
“I know your game, Emma. I am more than willing to change the rules if that’s what you want. If you are giving yourself to me willingly, I will make you enjoy this. I will show you how good we can be together, if you voluntarily give yourself to me.”
FUCK! This is backfiring. Give myself to him. Is he fucking insane? Of course he is insane, he is Glen “Douchbag” Maser, king of the loony bin.
“I don’t enjoy this, Glen. I hate this. I hate you touching me. I am not all that happy you are even in the same zip code as me. I hate you, and everything you are. You brought me out here because no one will hear me if I scream. If I run you will catch me. If I kick and scream you will hurt me. I want this to be over…rr...rrr,” I groan as all the breath in my lungs leaves my body.
What the hell? What is happening? My body is clenching…I don’t know what’s happening. Glen slips two fingers in me and I try and resist his fingers but he just pushes in quicker and quicker.
“You don’t want this, Princess? Do you really not want this? Because your body tells me otherwise?”
My eyes are squeezed shut. I don’t kno
w what is happening. I don’t want this. What is this? It is not painful. It’s not good, but it is not painful. Glen slips his fingers out of me then puts himself in their place. He is deliberately making this slow and taking his time.
“I am going to keep doing this until you cum. I want you to see how much you enjoy being treated like a whore. You dress like a whore, you act like a whore, and now you can feel like a whore.”
Glen is slowly moving in and out, rubbing me with the pad of his thumb. The tension is building inside of me and my body feels like it is going to split in two. Glen then pulls out and puts on a condom as I lay there trying to figure out how I can stop this and control my breathing. He is not going to stop. I don’t know what he wants from me. He sheaths up quickly and thrusts into me with a vengeance. Unlike the other times I am slippery down there, so it doesn’t hurt as much as he pounds into me. After a few hard thrusts he slows again, moving and rubbing slowly. I feel the same tightness inbetween my legs and in my lower belly. My eyes are clamped shut so hard, my tears barely leak out of the corners of my eyes. I still don’t know what’s going on. I am so confused.
“You’re going to cum, Princess. I can feel it.”
Cum? Is that what this is? An orgasm? It can’t be. I am not enjoying this. I wriggle to get away and he grasps my hips.
“No, no. You ARE going to cum for me. I can do this all night if you want.”
No. God make him stop. Ok relax, Emma. Calm down. Don’t let him get in your head. Just rellllaaaxxx.
“There ya’ go, Emma.” Glen quickens his thrust and continues to rub me. I am still not saying a word but I can’t help it, my body is deceiving my brain. I’m cuming, I think? I don’t know how to stop it. I can’t tell my body to stop. Glen climaxes also as he digs his fingers into my hips. A second later he shudders the last of his release into the barrier between us.
