Dissent (6 page)

She
would have let me take her to bed if that Todd guy hadn't
interrupted. But it might have been worth it to lose that opportunity
to see her storm over to her bass player and drag him from between
the thighs of a girl by his hair. That was a pretty awesome image to
have.

Afterward,
she just... disappeared. I looked for her for a while before figuring
she must have been avoiding me. Then I got pulled into a conversation
with an attractive blonde. Then another.

Before
I really even thought it through, I was taking them and leading them
to my apartment. There was no reason not to take someone to bed. I
was frustrated from two run-ins with Darcy that led to no kind of
sexual relief at all. It wasn't like me. I needed a release. And what
better way to blow off some steam, but to have two women willing to
share you?

Maybe
if I got off, my attempts at bedding Darcy would be more productive.

“Your
apartment is so empty,” one of the blondes, Lily I think, said
as she looked around.

“I
just moved in,” I said, leaning down toward her ear. “I
do have a bed though,” I told her, leading them both down the
hall and into my bedroom. I let my arms fall from their shoulders,
moving to sit down at the foot of my bed. They stood there, looking
at me then giggling at each other. “Allison,” I said and
the girl perked up. “I think Lily needs to be kissed, don't
you?” I asked with a raised brow. She looked at me for a long
minute before reaching out and touching Lily's face and pulling her
close, their lips touching easily, without any kind of hesitation.

I
laid my hands on the bed behind me, leaning back and watching as they
made out, feeling my cock harden as Lily's hands moved up to start
stroking Allison's breasts over her bikini top. I reached for the
buttons on my shirt, unfastening them slowly as the girls started
undressing each other, every once and a while, one of them glancing
over at me with a sly smile.

“Allison,”
I said, standing, reaching for my belt, “come here,” I
said, patting the edge of the bed. She followed, sitting down and I
reached to press her shoulders back against the bed. “Lily,”
I said, reaching for her and pushing her onto her knees. “You
want to taste her pussy, don't you?”

“Mmmhmm,”
she said and I knew it was more for my benefit than her genuine
desire to eat another girl out. Which was all the more a turn on for
me.

“Good
girl,” I said, stroking her cheek, then guiding her between
Allison's thighs. I pulled my pants down, stepping out of them and
opening a condom foil. I stood there for a moment, stroking my cock
as I watched Allison start to writhe on the mattress. I slipped the
condom on, getting down on my knees behind Lily and reaching around
her, slipping my fingers into her slick heat. I finger fucked her for
a moment, until she was panting against Allison's snatch, then pulled
my fingers out, slipping between her thighs and slamming deep inside
her. “Don't stop licking her cunt, do you understand me?”
I asked, reaching up and grabbing her hair.

“Yes,”
she whimpered, pushing her hips back against me.

I
thrust wildly into her, trying to get rid of the frustration that had
been hanging like a fog around me for weeks. She was groaning,
rocking against me as her fingers slipped inside Allison's pussy,
driving her up and through an orgasm, before collapsing against the
girl's thigh, waiting for her own. I reached around her, stroking her
clit until I felt her clench around me as she cried out.

I
pulled out of her, moving up onto the bed, laying back against the
pillow. “Allison,” I said, patting my lap and watching
her crawl up the bed, eyes heavy. She straddled me quickly, greedy to
have me inside her, groaning loudly as I pushed deep in her. “Lily,”
I said, crooking my finger at her. “I'm gonna suck on that cunt
of yours while Allison fucks me,” I said and she quickly came
up to me, placing her knees on either side of my face and lowering
herself down. Allison reached around her, kissing her neck as she
started riding me fast, her hips grinding down onto me as she stroked
her desire.

This
was every man's dream. I had two women who would suck and fuck me any
way I wanted. I should have been beside myself with desire and
excitement. But all I felt was a sort of detached heat. Allison's
pace was becoming erratic as her breath starting coming out fast. I
started thrusting upward into her as my tongue lapped over Lily's
clit over and over until her thighs started shaking and I tasted a
rush of wetness as she found her orgasm.

“Oh,
oh my god,” Allison said, grabbing desperately at Lily's
shoulders as she started to peak. I slammed upward a few more times,
coming hard and fast.

Lily
collapsed down next to my head, Allison falling down on my chest.

Sex
just wasn't doing it anymore. Which was crazy. As soon as I had
gotten a taste of fucking, I was hooked. I stuck my cock into every
halfway attractive woman who crossed my path. It wasn't weird for me
to have two or three a day, feeling completely insatiable after so
many years without.

It
hadn't been until recently, the past year or so, that it wasn't
enough. The normal sex. It just didn't do it for me anymore. So I
took two or three women into bed at the same time. I made them lick
each other, strap on dildos and fuck each other. And then I would
join in, sticking my cock into their mouths, their pussies, their
asses. I tied them up. I spanked them. Trying desperately to feel
even an inkling of the high I used to get off the rush of an orgasm.

But
it wasn't working.

I
patted Allison until she moved off of me, getting up and going to the
bathroom. I tossed the condom and turned the water on scalding hot,
slipping under the spray.

I
always needed to shower after sex. I needed to get their scent off of
me. I needed to wipe away the film of shame I still felt even after
all the years of trying to forget the ideals I was raised on. I got
out of the water a while later, slipping into a pair of gray pajama
pants and moving out toward the living room.

I
would kick them out eventually. I would never be able to sleep until
they were gone and I stripped the bed. But I wasn't going to be the
asshole who pushed them out the door when they were still trying to
come to grips with what happened.

I
grabbed one of the books I had found outside my door earlier,
something by Charlotte Bronte, and sat down in my chair to read. I
hadn't really ever taken to novels, feeling my time was better spent
catching up on current (or past) events. But if Darcy, with her
privileged education, thought they were something worth reading, then
I was willing to give it a try.

It
was a long time later, my eyes dry as sandpaper as I steadily flipped
through the pages of the masterpiece known as
Jane Eyre
, when
I heard shuffling around in my bedroom. Low, hushed voices, before I
heard footsteps in the hallway. I glanced down at my watch, realizing
it was well past four in the morning.

They
were tip-toeing toward the front door, holding hands. Like they were
getting away with something. I smiled to myself as Lily reached for
the door handle. “Goodnight ladies,” I said, almost
laughing when I saw them jump and yelp, turning guiltily back toward
me.

“Oh,
hey, we were just...” Allison started.

“Sneaking
out to do your walk of shame?” I offered, shaking my head at
their shared look. “It was fun girls. Can I call a cab for
you?”

“Um,
no,” Lily said, opening the door. “We got it. Thanks.”

Then
they rushed into the hall and closed the door quietly. I put my book
open and face down on the footstool to hold my place, getting up and
making my way over to the scotch. I couldn't blame them for trying to
sneak out. I doubted that night's escapades were the kind of thing
they wanted getting around. Maybe if they had been the ones to fuck
one of the guys in the band. But not just the rich guy next door. The
one who made them go down on each other. That wasn't the stuff of
fairy tales.

And
women fucking loved their fairy tales.

Unfortunately
for them, my wealth was just about the only princely thing about me.
I wasn't going to save anyone. I was barely able to save myself.

Hell,
if anyone knew about what I …

Well,
no one was going to. I threw back the scotch and made my way to the
bedroom, tearing the sheets off the bed and throwing them into a
hamper. I grabbed the new ones out of the closet and put them on.

I
laid down, staring at the ceiling for a long time.

No
one was going to know.

Six

I
didn't see my neighbor again after the party. After he took off with
those two groupies. After I got blindingly drunk and actually sat in
Todd's lap and told him that I could show him how to be a man. The
poor guy couldn't even look me in the eye the whole next morning. Jay
eventually showed up with a story about his latest sexcapade that had
us at once horrified and beside ourselves entertained.

It
would be okay. Things were back to how they should have been. I felt
more relaxed which made the guys more laid back and at ease. As I
packed my bags for the second leg of the tour, all I felt was the
usual excitement, a little anxiety, and the urge to get back to work.

I
made my way to the rental car, the driver rushing out to stow my bags
into the trunk, and slid into the back seat. There would be the hour
and a half drive back to the tour bus, and then we would be hitting
the road again. I sank into the seat, feeling almost happy to be
leaving the city. Which wasn't like me. I have always liked to be
home on the rare occasion when I could be. But for the past couple of
days, it has felt almost stifling.

It
had nothing, absolutely nothing, to do with my sexy neighbor.

Nope.
Not at all.

We
pulled up to the bus a long two hours later. I tipped the driver and
waved to the two stage hands we employed, and therefore bunked with,
on the bus.

I
loved the bus. I loved every memory we made on our rolling home with
it's galley complete with tables and a mini kitchen, a lounge, and
eight bunks. It was like a moving hotel where you can party with all
your best friends every night. It's was an enormous black and tan
thing that I couldn't believe anyone was able of driving on a normal
road. But Burt, and older fatherly figure to all of us, had been
doing it ever since we were loaned the massive beast two years before
by our record company.

I
walked up the steps and moved down the galley consisting of two small
table areas with booths, a small kitchenette and a seating
area.“Where are you guys?” I called, making my way past
the bunks with their privacy curtains and personal mini televisions.

“Pretty
girl,” Jay's voice called from the lounge area, “we
thought you quit on us.”

“You
sound so heartbroken over the idea,” I laughed pushing into the
lounge which was a cove with a u-shaped couch, pop-up tables, and a
mini fridge. Jay was taking up most of one side, Todd sitting off in
the corner, but they weren't what had me stopping dead in the
doorway, my heart flying into my throat. “What are you doing
here?”

Because
there, in the middle of the lounge, stocking the mini fridge... was
fucking Isaiah Meyers in his black slacks and white t-shirt. He
looked at me over his shoulder, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Oh,
Darce,” Jay said, pulling a guitar over his stomach and
strumming absentmindedly, “this is Isaac or something other...”

“His
name is Isaiah,” Todd said, rolling his eyes.

“Right,”
Jay said, nodding, “Isaiah. I hired him to help out around
here.”

“Did
it completely escape your notice that he's wearing three-hundred
dollar pants and has on a goddamn Rolex?”

“Oh
yeah?” Jay asked, looking back at Isaiah and pursing his lips.
“Cool.”

“He's
my next door neighbor you idiot,” I said, shaking my head. This
could not be happening. This was like some stupid rom-com crap. There
was no way my next door neighbor, a fucking venture capitalist, was
on my bus... taking a job as a lackey. “Fine. You hired him.
I'm firing him.”

Isaiah
got up, folding the soda box in on itself and smirking at me. “Heya
Darcy,” he said, sounding perfectly innocent.

I
saw red.

Jay
looked between the two of us and chuckled. “Oh this is gonna be
fun,” he said, looking at me with bright eyes. “If he
goes, I go.”