A FILTHY Enemy
a filthy line novel
Jaxson Kidman
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Meet Jay
More from Jaxson
1
REED
I wiped the bottom of Kelly’s lip.
I probably had a few little Reed’s on my thumb.
Kelly flicked her tongue at my thumb like a hungry lizard, making it known she wasn’t going to waste a drop of me.
Her with a belly full of Reed jizz, I leaned forward and tapped the driver on the shoulder.
The car came to a stop.
“What are we doing now?” Kelly asked.
I sat back and told myself not to look at her as I prepared to kick her ass out of the car.
The picture this painted looked terrible here.
I looked like the biggest cliché rock star in the world.
Meeting up with Kelly, parading her around the studio, letting her suck me off in the back of the car I had waiting when we left the studio… only to throw her out like an empty whiskey bottle.
And, yes, she was a whiskey bottle with an amazing chest.
My eyes couldn’t help themselves as I looked at her one more time.
Well, her chest, of course.
Her lips were sexy. Her eyes were a light brown color, hinting at innocence… then again, I just had her mouth on my cock, sucking me like she was in the middle of the desert and there was only one droplet of water left and she had to suck a straw to…
We get the point, Reed.
I blinked once and took a deep breath.
I was going to miss her tits.
And I hadn’t even had a chance to get properly introduced to them.
“Question,” I said.
“What?” Kelly asked.
“Nipples. Pierced?”
“Nope,” she said. She inched toward me. “But I’ve been thinking about it. Want to go right now? You can hold my hand. And then kiss them…”
I gritted my teeth.
Fucking hell.
I reminded myself that there were a lot of Kelly’s out there.
A lot.
“So, are you ready for some wild fun, Reed?” Kelly whispered in a seductive voice.
I shut my eyes and ran through my mind everything I wanted to do with Kelly’s tits. I could have stayed like that for hours, so I had to move fast.
My teeth chattered.
I opened my eyes.
Kelly was now touching her left breast. Rubbing over her nipple.
“How bad do you think it hurts?” she asked.
I reached around her and opened the car door.
“Oh, honey, this is going to hurt a lot.”
* * *
When Kelly got out of the car, she kicked the door shut. Then she kicked the door again. Next came her hands against the window.
Slapping it over and over.
Her voice was muffled but I heard the words asshole, douchebag, and fuckface.
All of which I had earned.
I touched my chest and looked at her through the heavily tinted window as the car started to move again.
“Goodbye, honey,” I said. “I’ll miss you. Well, not you, but your tits.”
I smacked my lips together.
I wasn’t exactly sure what the hell I was thinking at the moment, but the driver of the car helped snap me out of my trance of letting-the-tits-go-regret.
“Am I taking you back to the studio? Or somewhere else?” he asked.
I cleared my throat.
“Well, my good man, I need you to turn it around and go back the way you came. The exact route. Do you remember seeing those women singing on the corner a little ways back?”
“That I do,” the driver said.
“That’s where I need to be. Right now.”
“Of course.”
I sat back and looked down at my dick.
Well, my jeans.
But my dick was inside my jeans.
Obviously.
“Sorry, dude,” I said. “At least you came once, right? She was pretty good. I know you wanted to nestle between her tits. I know you wanted to climb deep inside her and make her wiggle, desperate to make more room, knowing she can’t, which then would only make her come, leaving you soaking wet…”
I lifted my eyes and caught the driver looking at me in the mirror.
“Problem?” I asked.
“No,” the driver said.
“You know, it’s okay to talk to your dick. It’s a part of your body, man. You should try it. It has feelings too. The more you play with it, the bigger it gets. The happier it is. And I just let my dick down. In a big way. If I knew I was going to toss her out of the car, I would have had her on her hands and knees on the seat. You know?”
“I understand,” the driver said.
“Hey, how nice were her tits?”
The driver grinned.
He didn’t answer.
“Come on, man, tell me.”
“They were nice,” he said.
“Epic, right?”
“They were very nice. I wouldn’t have minded seeing them myself.”
“Shit,” I said. “I should have asked her to flash me before I kicked her out.”
“Hindsight, right?” the driver asked.
“Yeah… hindsight…”
I lift my head from the table, a playing card and a poker chip stuck to my cheek. I flick the poker chip away and peel the card off my face.
Two of hearts.
How fucking stupid…
I open the window on the bus and flick the card out it
I stand up and the bus is moving. Not just from being on the road either.
My hand grabs a bottle of whiskey and I walk to the bathroom.
I drop down to one knee and propose to the toilet before throwing up.
I wash down the taste of vomit with the whiskey.
That’s a rock star’s breakfast.
I walk to the back of the bus and the second I get into my bed, I smell her.
The fucking sheets reek of her.
I hurry and ball up the sheets, including the pillow and pillowcase.
Then I open one of the drawers and I see her shit.
Some stupid fucking jewelry. A bottle of perfume.
I look around.
I know I’m alone.
After I shut my eyes, I twist the cap off the perfume and take a deep breath.
The smell brings back a thousand memories.
Her laugh.
Her hair.
I’d smell that scent just before I’d kiss her.
When we’d fuck and get all filthy and sweaty, I’d smell that scent…
I put all of her shit - except one ring - into the balled-up sheets.
I take it to the window that I opened and throw it all the fuck out.
Then I sit down and put my head down.
“Ah, fuck!” Bill, the bus driver, yells.
I pick my head up again.
We’re getting pulled over.
For littering.
That at least makes me laugh.
* *
*
The corner was empty.
“Fuck,” I growled.
The driver had on the hazard lights while we just sat there in the middle of the road.
Cars whizzed around us, beeping their horns.
“You saw them there, right?” I asked.
“Yes, I did,” he said. “What do you want me to do now?”
“Go around the block,” I said. “Slow. Let’s see if we can find them.”
The car crept forward and turned left.
I kept my eyes peeled.
Abby? Where are you at, honey? It’s been long enough… right?
I couldn’t believe this bullshit.
That I was actually doing this.
Shit… just seeing her was enough.
It meant she was alive. Well. Whatever.
When I ditched her on the side of the highway, I had no idea what would happen to her.
But she was alive.
Singing in a group of four women on the corner, but whatever.
That was her life.
The driver circled the block.
“What now?” he called out.
“Stop,” I said.
I opened the door and got out of the car.
I walked to the corner and stood there.
The streets were busy. The sidewalks were busy.
It was the hustle of the city.
Abby could have been anywhere by now.
I then made the really stupid decision to crouch down and touch the sidewalk. Like I was some detective in a show. I was going to touch the sidewalk and suddenly know where she was.
Get the fuck out of here, Reed.
I stood up and someone grabbed my arm.
“Reed?”
I turned with a grin. “Ab…”
“Ohmygod! It’s Reed! From Filthy Line!”
I had no idea who the woman yelling in my face was.
Shit.
Next thing I knew, there were ten people coming toward me.
Everyone hurrying to take out their phones.
“Reed! Reed! Reed!”
My name echoed in all directions.
“Hey, honey, I, uh, I’m on my way to the studio,” I called out. “No time to chat. Unless anyone is showing their tits…”
Two ladies grabbed the top of their already low-cut shirts and pulled them down.
I felt another hand grab my right arm from behind.
I turned and the driver nodded to me.
“Sorry, but he has to go,” the driver yelled. “My orders.”
“Reed! Don’t go!” someone yelled.
I dove for the car and got inside.
The crowd was a mix of cheers and boos.
Cheering for me.
Booing because of the driver.
He got into the car and drove off in a hurry.
“Thanks for that,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Leon,” he said.
“Can we keep all this between us, Leon?” I asked.
“Of course.”
He drove.
We were in silence for about a minute.
“Reed, where to now?”
“Let’s go find Kelly. The one with the nice tits.”
The driver looked at me in the mirror.
But he didn’t say a word.
He did his job and drove.
It was now another game of finding a woman I kicked to the side of the road.
With Kelly, I just wanted to suck on her tits for a little while to forget the reminder in my heart about Abby.
See, this was why women were pure evil.
All they did was tear up my heart.
Leon drove to the spot where Kelly had gotten out of the car.
She wasn’t there, of course.
He continued to drive.
A minute later… there she was…
Just walking on the sidewalk.
Hugging herself.
Pissed off.
“You sure about this?” Leon asked me.
“Pull over, Leon. I’ve got this.”
The car came to a stop again and I slid across the seat and opened the door.
I let out a whistle.
Kelly looked back.
She let out a HA! sound and kept walking.
“I’m not leaving without you, honey,” I called out.
She stopped and turned. “Give me one reason why I should give you the time of day again, Reed.”
I grabbed between my legs and smiled. “You know you want to take the ride of a lifetime. I’ll make it up to you.”
Kelly walked toward me. “Why did you tell me to leave then?”
“Truthfully, I thought I saw an old flame. The one that broke my heart. I made a quick decision and I regret it.”
I touched my chest.
“Are you being serious?” Kelly asked.
“Yeah, I am,” I said. “A rock star like me… I do have a heart, honey. Maybe I didn’t want you to see it.”
“Did you find her?”
“No,” I said. “I came back for you though. I didn’t chase her down. Right?”
“I’m really pissed at you.”
“You’re also a Line Whore, honey,” I said. “If you want to be pissed and walk away for good, I’m okay with that.” I moved away from the open car door. “Or if you want to remind yourself of who I am and want to have some filthy fun, then get back in the car.”
“Promise me you won’t do that again,” she said.
“I swear on my life,” I said.
She debated it for a few seconds and then shook her head.
“I must be a fool,” she said as she moved toward the car.
I blocked her path into the car at the last second, reached up and touched her chin. “Need you to do me a favor.”
“You’re asking me for a favor?” Kelly asked with a scoff.
“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.”
“Let me get in the car and we’ll talk,” she said.
I nodded, then slid over.
Kelly got into the car. Then I moved to the other side of her, shut the door and sat down for good.
I put my hand to her leg and leaned in and whispered something to her.
She smiled.
“You sure?” she whispered.
“Yeah. He deserves it.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Hey, Leon, turn around,” I said.
Leon turned his head just as Kelly lifted her shirt and bra.
Her amazing tits fell free.
Leon’s eyes lit up and his jaw slowly dropped open.
He made some kind of whimpering sound.
I looked to my right and I felt like making the same sound too.
Kelly’s tits were beautiful.
They were going to be even more beautiful pierced.
But most of all…
She was my current reason to forget the past.
2
ABBY
I hated wearing the pinstripes. The baggy black pants. There weren’t any real requirements for shoes, but we always wore the same color just to keep the vibe going. I had to have my hair pulled back as tight as it could go with my ponytail down near my neck. Truthfully, most of the time we had to wrap our hair into buns because we had to wears hats. Or wigs.
Oh, those were the worst.
The only good that came from that was when we sang to a young girl and she thought we really were princesses.
Dressing up in annoying dresses, wearing long wigs of bright blonde, dark brown, jet black, or even an obnoxious red color, and then standing at the door of someone’s house who was usually stupid rich and had the kind of money to pay a quartet to come sing to their daughter for a few minutes.
This was my life.
In the beginning, I kept optimistic. I told myself that me as a little girl who used to put on concerts for stuffed animals would be thrilled to be getting paid to sing.
The audience didn’t matter.
But trust me, it
did matter.
We walked through the lobby of some building and I could feel everyone look at us.
There was always those few people who had to take pictures of us too.
And there wasn’t a thing we could do.
Sasha led the group.
She was a promotion whore, and good for her for being that way.
If someone took a picture, she’d chase them down and give them a card and talk about us.
She had a dream of us being seen by the right person at the right time and over the course of a weekend we’d ditch the costumes, hit the studio, and have a song to release on a Monday that would change our lives.
Who was I to tell her that her dream was crap?
I had been the one who left home the moment I was old enough to do so. And I did what every other musician would do…
I did whatever it took to make it.
My version of making it was singing at any bar I could get into in Nashville, only to meet a fucking rock star and have him screw up everything I had ever worked for.
And when that blew up and I found myself on the side of the road in the middle of the night, I went west because the weather was nicer and there was a beach.
There was a lot more to the story, but the past was simply the past.
My present was in front of me.
A set of shiny, steel elevator doors.
Sasha on my left.
Rae and Jess on my right.
“I swear if we get laughed at once, I’m killing someone,” Rae whispered to me.
“How far up are we going?” I whispered to her. “Maybe throw someone out the window?”
“The glass in these buildings is really strong,” she said.
I looked at her. “You’ve thought this out…”
“No,” she said. “I slept with an architect not too long ago. His version of seduction was telling me pointless stuff about buildings and design. You know guys say when their dicks get cold, it shrinks?”
“Yeah,” I said with a smile.
“Well, that night, my stuff shrank.”
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