Page 6 of Conviction
I’d joined the band just as they’d made it big. I hadn’t had to do the hard yards with the rest of them. Two months after Jet found me busking at Tottenham Court Road Tube Station and asked me to audition, we’d signed a recording deal. I’d gone from living on the streets and in homeless shelters, busking for a living, to staying at the best hotels around the world and having a lump sum of two hundred and fifty grand U.S paid into my newly opened bank account, with a weekly expense allowance of another three thousand added to that. I’d seriously died and gone to rock star heaven. That was peanuts compared to what I’m earning now. I pay more than that in tax a year.
What I discovered along with all of that is that women will do anything, and I do mean anything, just to be a small part of my world. But the biggest surprise came, when I found out it wasn’t only women, it was blokes too. And being the twisted little freak that I am, I pushed and pushed, just to see how far people would go to get what they didn’t know they wanted, and I soon discovered it was pretty much all the fucking way.
What resulted from that is what I’m about to do now. Mindless, dirty, filthy sex. It’s the only kind of sex, the only kind of intimacy I can handle. I hate soft, gentle touches. I hate whispered words of love or terms of endearment. I want nothing personal about the whole experience. My attitude toward sex is skewed and fucked up, and as much as I know it’s wrong, I like nothing better than taking a seemingly happy couple and destroying everything they thought they knew about themselves and each other, sexually. And being Conner Reed, lead guitarist and sometimes singer for Shift, I always manage to get people to do exactly what I want them to.
Yeah, I abuse my status in life, so fucking what. You want a job as a roadie? Sure, tell your girlfriend to suck me off while you watch, and the job’s all yours. You girls want backstage passes and access to the after party? No problem, strap this on and fuck your mate from behind while she sucks me off and I’ll get you backstage at any concert you want. My life is fucked, so I didn’t see why theirs shouldn’t be too.
Istep out of thetranquillity and solitude of my bedroom and into what looks like a scene from a brothel or sex club. On the big plasma screen on the wall, one bloke’s being spit roasted between two others. The sound is down and Alex Gaudino’s ‘Destination Calabria’ is pulsing through the suite’s sound system.
The girls from the two couples we invited are straddling their boyfriend’s laps, doing nothing more than kissing them. Oh dear, that just won’t do. The two girls we asked to join us at the sound check earlier, are obviously a little more adventurous. One is sitting naked, except for a bra, on Jet’s face, the other is sucking his cock. Lara, the girl from the limo, is cutting a line of coke on the granite bench top in the kitchen area.The girl seriously has a problem!
The room is dimly lit by a giant fish tank built into the wall. The whole area is bathed in a beautiful blue glow, only altering when the threesome on the telly changes position and the picture flickers.
I sit in the wing-backed chair facing the huge sofa everyone is occupying and wait for them to realise I’m here.
The girl sitting on Jet’s face notices me first. She climbs off of him and walks toward me still wearing nothing but a bra, from which one of her tits is hanging out. Her makeup is smudged under her eyes, and she looks anything but attractive or sexy. I shake my head as she reaches toward my cock.
I’m wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I still haven’t decided yet if I’m going to take part, but if they all look as rough as the woman standing in front of me right now, I’m likely to go with a no. I’ll just take care of myself as I watch all of them carry out my orders. I get off on the power trip. Watching other people fuck, suck and lick because I’ve told them to, turns me on, or maybe, I’m just a perv who likes to watch other people having sex. Who knows? I’ve never discussed it with a professional, and I never intend to. It works for me, and that’s all I really care about.
Jet sits up and pulls the head of the girl sucking his cock out of his lap by her hair. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. The two couples are now all sitting side by side on the sofa, the girls on the inside, wedged between the blokes. One couple are grunger types, both have tats and piercings. The other two look like a pair of fitness freaks, all toned and tanned. She’s blonde with massive fake tits that are far too big for her skinny frame. He looks like Johnny Bravo from the cartoon show.
“What’re your name’s girls?” I watch Johnny straighten up. He doesn’t like me talking to his girl. Hmmm, interesting.
“Shayla,” the little punk princess says first. I look across to Jet, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor smoking a joint. She’s just his type, but then again so is her boyfriend. Jet winks at me, he knows what I’m thinking, and he gives a little nod.
“Lacy,” the Barbie Doll adds while twirling her hair around her finger. She’s about twenty-five, not five. Does she seriously think that acting all cute and coy is gonna do things for me?
“You ever kissed a girl, Lacy?” She stops twirling her hair. Johnny shifts next to her and clears his throat, I think he likes that idea.
She nods her head. “Yeah, a few, back when I was in college.” She tilts her chin defiantly at me.
“I didn’t know that,” Johnny says from beside her.
“You’ve never asked,” Barbie replies.
“Did you like it?”
Oh, he really likes this idea, I’m gonna have some fun with these two.
She nods her head and smiles first at him, then at me. “It was different, much softer than with a guy.”
“Did you just kiss, or did you do more?” Johnny asks her. She looks around the room at everyone. The two girls Jet was enjoying earlier are sitting either side of him now, and Lara’s sitting next to them.
“Well, a couple of times we sort of made out.”
“What’smade outmean, Lacy? I’m English, it’s not a term we use, so you’ll have to explain.”
She squirms a little bit, tilts her head to the side and says, “We fucked, okay? It happened more than once, and it’s happened a few times since we left college. And yes Kale, before you ask, I liked it. I fucking loved it. It’s different, girls know, they just know what to do, where to touch, how to touch another girl.”
“Sheesh,” Johnny says and runs his hands through his hair.
I turn my gaze to Shayla, who has a big grin on her face and before I can ask her, she says, “Fuck yeah. I’m bi, we love a three-way, don’t we baby?” The boyfriend smiles, nods and takes a long draw on the joint Jet’s just passed him.
“I love a three-way, and I love to watch Shay with another girl.”
Johnny’s now staring at Shayla wide-eyed and chewing his gum really fast. Jet turns, looks up at me and winks again. He knows my plan.
“Kiss Lacy, Shayla,” I order. Johnny’s jaw is now on fast forward, and I’m actually worried it’s going to dislocate as he chews his gum at warp speed. Lacy pushes both hands through her hair and turns to Shayla.
