“Nicole,” he began as he felt her unfasten his jeans. “Stop. Please.”
“One fuck. For old time’s sake,” she purred as her hand slipped inside his boxers.
Before he realised what she was doing, he felt his jeans slide down over his hips. Feeling his anger rising in his chest, Jake put his hands on her slender shoulders to push her away. This was not what he wanted, despite the physical reaction from his dick. With a menacing smile, Nicole knelt down and took him in her mouth as her long, manicured nails dug deep into his butt cheeks. Expertly, Nicole assumed a fast rhythm as she sucked him, her tongue heightening the sensation by occasionally flicking over the sensitised tip of his dick. Again, Jake tried to push her away but immediately he felt the edges of her teeth around his hard shaft. The crazy bitch was prepared to bite him!
Gazing upwards, eyes closed, Jake began to panic about the situation. He did not want her attention, did not want to have oral sex with this woman and did not want to risk her wrath if he pushed her away again. He could feel his body betraying him and sensed that his orgasm was close. Standing as still as he could, he prayed this assault would end. Prayed it would end before he lost control.
Suddenly, the door opened, bouncing off the wall with a loud crash. An all too familiar voice screamed, “Jake! What the fuck are you doing?”
Maddison.
In front of him, Nicole barely flinched at the interruption and continued her movements, without interrupting her rhythm.
“Nicole,” growled Jake, risking pushing her away. “Stop right fucking now!”
“You better have a damn good explanation ready for Lori when you get home!” screamed Maddison, disgusted by the scene in front of her.
“Maddison!” protested Jake. “This isn’t how it looks!”
“Save it, Jake!” screamed the band’s manager. “Save it for your WIFE!”
Before Jake could say another word, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
“Fuck!” roared Jake, pushing Nicole roughly. She fell sideways onto the floor at his feet but not before she’d grazed her teeth roughly along the length of his manhood.
“Bitch!” spat Jake, reaching to haul his jeans and boxers up, blotting the drops of fresh red blood on his manhood. “Crazy fucking bitch!”
“But Jake,” began Nicole softly.
“But Jake nothing!” he growled. “I should have you charged with sexual assault for this, you crazy ass bitch!”
“You were enjoying it though,” she protested, her green eyes blazing. “And it would be your word against mine. Your manager saw how hard you were. Saw you enjoying the attention.”
“I was not fucking enjoying it!”
“You sure?”
“Nicole, get out!” he roared. “Just get the fuck out of here!”
The rehearsal room door slammed open for a second time and Grey charged into the room.
“Out!” he bellowed at Nicole. “Now!”
“No need to yell,” she hissed as she got to her feet.
“Move!”
“But I have this room booked out,” she challenged, drawing herself to her full height.
“Your booking’s been cancelled. Get the fuck out!”
In the background, Dr Marrs stood in the open doorway.
“Miss Tonriverdi,” he said coldly. “My office now if you please.”
As the door closed behind Nicole and Dr Marrs, Silver Lake’s bass player turned to face his bandmate. Much to Jake’s surprise, there was no anger in Grey’s eyes.
“Care to tell me what the fuck is going on, Mr Power?” he asked calmly.
Lost for words, Jake sat down on the edge of the low stage and put his head in his hands. Gazing down at the floor, he said quietly, “Would you believe me if I said she just assaulted me?”
“Actually, I would,” replied Grey evenly. “I warned you that bitch would be trouble.”
“And I didn’t listen,” sighed Jake. “And now everything’s fucked up.”
“What the hell happened in here, Jake?”
Gravel spraying up as a car slammed on the brakes in the driveway startled Lori back to reality. She had been focussed on the design for Garrett’s album, engrossed in the detailing on an aged hand. Before she could get up from her desk, the back door flew open and Maddy came charging through the house yelling, “Lori? You there?”
“In here,” she called back. “What’s wrong? Is it Jake?”
“Have you spoken to him?” demanded Maddy sharply.
“Not since breakfast. What’s wrong? Has there been an accident? You’re scaring me, Maddy,” replied Lori, stepping out from behind the desk.
“Something happened out at JJL,” began Maddison, her eyes blazing with fury. “I wanted you to hear it from me first.”
“Maddy, what’s wrong? Is Jake ok?”
“Oh, he’s fine! He’s having a great time out in the rehearsal studio!” spat Maddison furiously.
“What in Lord’s name has he done to get you so riled up?” asked Lori, heading towards the kitchen. “Coffee?”
“Lori, stop!”
“Maddison, what is going on?” demanded Lori, turning to face her friend. “You’re scaring me!”
“Sit down, Lori,” suggested Maddy, trying to sound calmer than she felt.
Without argument, Lori sat down at the kitchen table and stared up at her friend expectantly.
“I went out to JJL to talk to the boys,” she began sharply. “Jake was out the back. When I went out to fetch him, he wasn’t alone out there.” She paused then continued, “I walked in on Jake getting a blow job from that crazy bitch music teacher.”
“What?”
“You heard me, girl!”
“A blow job? You sure?”
“Lori, trust me, I’m sure. I know who and what I saw,” snapped Maddy, her tone sharper than she intended.
“Jake wouldn’t….” faltered Lori, the shock of what her friend was telling her slowly sinking in. “He wouldn’t.”
“I’m sorry,” said Maddy, her tone softer. “I know what I saw. She
