Jennifer's Crush

by Laura Anne Turner

  Our gig was part of a crazy Carnival party at this club, which was located in a former factory site along with other clubs and bars. Several DJs were supposed to present their music for the crowd and two more rock bands were expected to perform later this night after our gig. Every now and then one of us got up from the floor and checked if the club was filling. And in fact it did. It was a mixed crowd of people in fancy costumes, like pirates, princesses, gothic chicks, punks, monsters, vampires, zombies and all kinds of crazy costumes.

  Finally the lights went out and it was our turn to enter the stage. I was a bit nervous, but some part of me knew this gig would go well because we had Sherinia on board. In the short period since she had become our singer the band seemed to have achieved a new level.

  The four of us went on stage, while Sherinia remained backstage until it was her turn. Our set opened with a synthesizer and bass intro. For about half a minute my bass play dominated the song, before Robin fell in with his drums. The heavy and hard sound nearly blew me away; it was so much louder with additional equipment of the club.

  I could not help it, but I began to bang my head. Then Martin started his guitar solo. When his solo part ended it was time for Sherinia to enter the stage. My breath caught and my heart skipped a beat as she sashayed on stage, micro in hand. The audience cheered and whistled as soon as she came on stage. She pranced like a horse and moved like a cat, it was sensual, sexy, and erotic. She showed her radiant smile and the moment she began to sing the audience fell silent. It seemed her charm worked everywhere.

  She’s the most amazing young woman I have ever seen.

  It was halfway through our set that I noticed a few guys in monster and vampire costumes were staring at me. For a split second it gave me the creeps, but soon I forgot about it.

  I was sweating profusely due to the heat in the club. Then came the song I had been waiting for all evening, the rock ballad I had composed. Tonight Sherinia sang it like a goddess.

  “There’s nothing left for me, I’m sad and lonely, I’m lost without you…”

  I thought of Emilia in this moment and my stomach clenched and my eyes became moist. I forced myself to focus on what I was playing and began to feel better.

  Finally, when our last song ended, the crowd cheered and applauded and we played two more songs as an encore. Then our gig was over. We went back to our corner behind the stage and gave us high five before each band member grabbed a bottle of beer. I felt completely drained and took several big gulps. I watched as Martin hugged Sherinia and said something into her ear.

  We still had to get our equipment off the stage so that the next band could bring theirs. We cleared the stage and put the instruments into Marlon’s van.

  “I’ll drive the van home and come back later,” Marlon said before he left with Sophie.

  I looked around. Robin and Andrea were sitting in the corner behind the stage again, while Martin and Sherinia were nowhere to be seen.

  I needed to go to the restroom and fought my way through the crowd. I noticed the group of guys who had stared at me earlier and they were staring at me now. There was something vaguely familiar about one of them, but no name or face that I knew came to my mind.

  When I finally made it to the restrooms there was a long line of girls waiting. From the corner of my eye I noticed that two of the eerie guys were standing not far away. They seemed to come from the men’s restrooms.

  When I left the restroom finally, I wanted to make my way back to our place behind the stage. There was a short unlit passage backstage I had to take to get there. I jumped as suddenly two strong hands grabbed me from behind and turned my arms behind my back.

  “You raven-haired witch, you drive me crazy,” a hoarse voice whispered into my ear. His breath smelled of booze and cigarettes. A wave of sickness and fear raced through my body.

  “Hold her, I want her first,” a second voice said. In the darkness I could only see that he wore a vampire costume. He reached for my breasts and squeezed. There were goose bumps all over my body from fear and I felt sick to my stomach. I dawned on me they were about to rape me. It was no use to cry for help. Nobody could hear me over the den of the music in the club. I kicked the heel of my boot against the shinbone of the guy who held me. He cried out, but didn’t let me go. At the same moment the guy in front of me grabbed my leather collar and slapped me in my face. It hurt and I tasted blood.

  “You dirty whore,” the guy in front of me hissed. “I will teach you a lesson.” A second blow hit me in my stomach and I would have collapsed if the second guy hadn’t held me. He kicked into the back of my knee and I fell down on my knees.

  Oh my God.

  The guy behind me held me in a viselike grip while the bastard in front of me opened his fly and pulled out his erect cock.

  “Now take it into your filthy mouth you black-haired slut,” he cried.

  Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt so helpless and humiliated. The guy in front of me took a step closer and reached for my collar to make me suck his cock. In this very second a shadow appeared behind him. He suddenly cried out and pressed his hands to his crotch. The guy behind me let go of me and ran away. Through my blurred vision I saw an angel in black boots and a skimpy black leather skirt in front of me – it was Sherinia. She kicked the first guy into his ass as he tried to get to his feet and run away too.

  After he was away Sherinia knelt down and took me into her arms.

  “You poor darling,” she whispered and stroked my hair. I cried at her shoulder. I felt so relieved and safe in her embrace.

  “Are you okay? Can you stand up?”

  I nodded. Sherinia helped me up and put her arm around my shoulder. Together we went back to our place behind the stage. Martin, Robin, and Andrea jumped to their feet when they saw me.

  “What the fuck happened with you, Jenny?” Martin asked.

  “Two bastards were trying to rape her,” Sherinia answered in my place.

  “What? Where are they? I’m going to kill them,” Martin yelled.

  “Yes, let’s do them in,” Robin exclaimed.

  “It’s useless, you won’t find them in the crowd. And they will have run by now,” Sherinia said.

  “You are bleeding,” Andrea said as she took a paper handkerchief and dabbed my lips. I hadn’t realized my lips had burst open from the blow I had received.

  I dropped to the floor and began to cry again. Sherina sat down next to me and put her arm around me.

  “Everything will be okay, darling,” she whispered into my ear.

  “You should press charges, Jenny,” Andrea said. “And you should see a doctor to have some evidence.”

  I nodded. I knew she was right. But I hadn’t even recognized the two bastards. I turned to Sherinia.

  “Thank you so much, Sherinia. You saved my ass.”

  A big grin appeared on her beautiful face.

  “You’re welcome. Always at your service.”

  Despite of my condition I had to laugh.

  “That was amazing how you kicked his ass.”

  “I attended a self-defense class,” she laughed.

  “There should be a police patrol car somewhere on the area,” Martin said. He turned to Robin. “Why don’t we go and try to find the cops?”

  Martin and Robin left.

  The three of us sat on the floor, Andrea to my right, Sherinia to my left. She still had her arm around me and I laid my head on her shoulder. A few minutes later Martin and Robin came back with two police officers, a man and a woman. The woman squatted down in front of me. She looked quite young with very short blond hair and brown eyes. She had a pretty face. Her nametag read ‘S.Huber’.

  “Are you the young woman who was attacked?”

  I nodded.

  “I know it is difficult now, but can you give us a description of the men or did you recognize them?”

  “No, it was dark and they wore costumes, one was in a vampire costume and the second one a kind of monster.”r />
  Officer Huber shrugged her shoulders. “It’s close to impossible to find them. But still you should come to the police station to make your statement. You can come tomorrow.”

  She gave me a card with the address and phone numbers.

  “You should see a doctor to have your injuries recorded,” officer Huber said. “Are you okay now or shall I call the paramedics?”

  “Thank you, I’m okay.”

  “Can one of your friends here take you to the hospital? It will be pretty crowded over Carnival, but I can only recommend to do so for legal reasons, you know, in case we catch the guys.”

  “I can drive her to the hospital,” Martin said.

  “I’ll come with you,” Sherinia offered.

  “Okay, then. Good night,” officer Huber said. She got up and left together with the male officer.

  “I don’t want to go to the hospital,” I said after the police had left. “It’s a waste of time. I only have a bruised lip and the cops are never going to find those assholes. I’d rather have a drink.”

  “Honey, you should go nevertheless,” Sherinia said.

  “C’mon Jenny, let’s go,” Martin agreed.

  +++

  Nearly 3 hours later we returned to the club. Martin and Sherinia had taken me to the ER at the university hospital and we had spent nearly two hours just with waiting. I had texted Emilia to let her know what had happened, but there was no reply.

  Finally a female doctor had examined me and written a short report I was to take to the police.

  It was already well after midnight when we came back. The place was packed and the party was in full swing. We finally found Robin and Andrea at the bar together with Marlon and Sophie.

  “Now I can finally have a drink,” I said and ordered a round of beer for us. My lip hurt when I put the beer bottle to my lip and my cheek was a bit swollen. I also had a bruise on my ribs where I had suffered the blow.

  Marlon and Sophie asked me how I was.

  “I’m okay,” I replied even though I was not sure if that was the case.

  I downed my bottle of beer rather quickly and ordered a next one. Sherinia looked at me.

  “Are you sure you’re really okay?”

  “I don’t know, Sherinia, but I’m really thirsty.”

  “Do you want to dance with me? I mean, if you feel like it,” Sherinia asked.

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  Sherinia took my hand and led me to the crowded dance floor. Since we didn’t have much space to move we danced very close. Our eyes locked and Sherinia began to smile. Of course I smiled back, even though my lip hurt. I briefly thought of Emilia, but she still hadn’t replied to my text.

  Where the hell is she?

  I closed my eyes and immersed into the music. At some point I realized that Sherinia’s hands were on my hips. I opened my eyes and looked directly into her shining blue-green eyes. A heat wave shot through my body as I placed my arms on Sherinia’s bare shoulders. My eyes wandered from her lips to her cleavage revealed by the corset she wore.

  What the fuck are you doing? It is only dancing.

  I tried to avoid that our bodies came into touch, but the dance floor became ever more crowded and so it was inevitable. There was only a tiny empty space between our breasts, and our hips and thighs touched every now and then.

  Stop playing with fire!

  When the song ended I made up my mind and told Sherinia that I wanted to stop dancing.

  Was this disappointment on her face?

  She agreed however and we went back to the bar. Martin looked at us and a grin appeared on his face.

  “You two are so cute.”

  He offered us new beer bottles and we drank with eager gulps. Martin began to talk to Sherinia and I took my phone from my jeans pocket. There was a text from Emilia.

  Oh my God, Jenny. I’m so sorry for what happened and that I can’t be there for you. I’m glad you are safe. Love you, Emilia.

  I texted back. Hi, Em. I’m glad you received my text. Thank you for caring. Where were you? I miss you.

  There was no reply. Probably she was asleep already. It was after 3am.

  Suddenly I felt completely tired and exhausted.

  “Martin, I’m going home now. I’m dead. You can stay if you want. I can take a taxi.”

  “No way, Blacky, I’ll take you home.”

  “Are you sure you can drive? How many beer did you have?”

  “I’m okay. I didn’t have as many as you.”

  Sherinia came to me and put her arm around my waist.

  “You shouldn’t be alone after what happened tonight. You can stay at my place if you like. I promise to behave.” She batted her eyelashes.

  “That’s very kind of you, Sherinia, but I’m okay. I want to be alone in my own bed.”

  “Okay, as you wish. But please call me if you feel like it, any time. I’ll leave my phone on.”

  “Thank you, Sherinia.”

  I hugged her and placed a soft peck on her cheek. She smiled and kissed me back.

  Martin and I said goodbye to our friends. Marlon reminded us to drop by on Sunday afternoon to unload our equipment from his van.

  +++

  I was finally at home at 4am. It was dark and quiet in our apartment. The familiar wave of cigarette smoke hung heavy on the air. Before I went to bed I looked into the mirror. My face was a mess. I looked like a zombie. I was very pale, my upper lip was bruised, and my left cheek and jaw were swollen. My eyes were bloodshot and black streaks of eyeliner ran down my cheek. I took a brief shower and went to bed.

  Even though I was exhausted and drained I didn’t fall asleep easily. The events of the night were on constant replay before my inner eye. Our gig, the bastards who wanted to rape me, Sherinia, the cops, the hospital, and then Sherinia again. Our dance, her arm around my shoulder, her arms on my waist, her soft kiss on my cheeks, and Emilia.

  Eventually, I fell asleep. I dreamed of monsters, zombies, and vampires. At one point a vampire attacked me and forced me to go down on my knees.

  The creature takes my collar and makes me look up into its eyes and with a start I realize - it is Sherinia. She smiles her beautiful smile, but I can see her fangs. She grabs my collar and draws me close. She doesn’t have to speak. I hear her voice say her requests in my mind. I pull her skimpy skirt and panties down. She presses my face between her thighs and I begin to lick and suck her. She tastes oh so sweet. My whole body flushes and I am aroused like never before. I feel an overwhelming desire to touch me, but she denies me that pleasure. She forces me to lick, suck, and eat her for what seems like hours. I feel like I might burst. I squirm and writhe, but still she doesn’t allow me to touch my aching flesh. Finally I make her cum and she cries my name. Only then she allows me to lie down on my bed. I feel her fangs on my neck and a short sharp pain. The next moment I feel her thrust her fingers into my wet pussy. It is a mix of pleasure and pain and then I cum and cum and cum. My head explodes and my whole body is on fire.

  I woke up with a start. I was in a cold sweat. My whole body was aching, but I also realized I was aroused like hell.

  Jesus Christ, what is happening with me?

  I heard voices in the apartment and looked at the clock on my desk. It was noon already. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I looked into the mirror – my face was still a mess. I let cold water run over my body, as cold as I could bear it, and at last it helped me to wake up. Afterwards I tried to hide my swollen cheek and my bruised lip with make-up and lipstick as well as I could. I gathered my hair in a neat ponytail and got dressed. For a change I wore dark grey denim jeans and a green hoodie.

  “Geez, sis, were you in a pub brawl or is this your carnival mask?” My asshole brother asked as soon as I came into the living room. They were already gathered around the lunch table. My mother, the Gnome, my brother Chris, and his Barbie girlfriend whose name I couldn’t remember. There was a huge bowl with salad on the table and the smell of pizz
a came from the kitchen.

  “What the hell did you do, Jennifer?” My mother asked.

  Was there really something like concern in her voice?

  “Oh, it’s nothing serious. I stumbled when I left the stage and hit me with my guitar.”

  There was an unbelieving look on her face, but she didn’t ask further.

  “Come sit down with us, honey. Pizza should be ready in a few minutes.”

  “Homemade pizza? That’s new,” I said as I went to the kitchen to get me a cola.

  “It’s really homemade, honey. Manfred and I prepared it,” my mother’s voice came from the living room. Obviously, the Gnome had made the pizza. He seemed to develop surprising capabilities. I returned to the living room, glass of cola in hand.

  A few minutes later my mother served the pizza and we had our lunch. Chris questioned me about our gig and I told him it was great.

  “Honey, we are going downtown later to watch the Carnival parade. Will you join us?” my mother asked in her sweetest voice.

  “No, I can’t. Martin will pick me up soon. We have to unload our equipment from Marlon’s van,” I replied. I didn’t tell her that I had to go to the police station as well.

  “Why don’t you ever come with us? It would be fun,” my mother pouted.

  “Mom, I just told you that I don’t want to let my band mates down.”

  “Okay, if you must.”

  +++

  “How are you, Blacky?” Martin asked me as he picked me up. There was real concern in his voice and he gave me a bear hug.

  “Not too bad,” I said.

  For the rest of our brief drive we talked about our gig. When we arrived at Marlon’s house Robin and Andrea were already there. Only Sherinia was missing. All of my friends asked me how I was and I told them I was okay. We started to unload the van and carry our equipment back to our rehearsal room.