Losing Control (12 page)

“He’s pretty busted up already, just from the push,” Jo said. “Good job, Ethan!”

I let go of Gia and stood up. Mike was here.
Shit, I wanted to take care of Rick myself!

“Hey, Ethan, someone came by and said there was a fight in the VIP bar. Everything okay?” Mike said.

“It will be,” I said and explained the situation. He took Rick off in hand cuffs.

I looked over and saw Gia was awake. Dana looked up. “Thank you, she’s back. She’s gonna be okay.” I had to get out of there.

***

My adrenaline was pumping so fast I thought I might have a heart attack. I headed straight for the employees’ gym. Everyone else was working, so I was alone.
Good.

I didn’t even change clothes. I walked straight over to the punching bag and started going at it. I imagined Rick’s face on it and I still wanted to kill him. I thought of him whispering in Gia’s ear while he leaned her into his leg, kissing her neck, touching her thigh. I beat that bag so hard I began to feel guilty. I stopped, slid my back down the nearest wall, and sat on the floor. I felt a little better. I could think straight at least.

I grabbed my cell and called Vince. “Hey, man, you know that little greaseball Rick just got taken out of here in handcuffs because he put drugs in a girl’s drink over in the VIP bar? Yeah, well, round up the other three members of the band, along with their roadies, crew, groupies, anyone associated with them, and personally escort them out. I want all their pictures up on the board ASAP. I’ll let Mike and his crew know so they can take a look. They are not to come back, ever. Is that crystal clear? Good. Now, what the fuck is a bed doing in the VIP bar? A futon? Well, it’s not a couch, it’s a bed. Get it the fuck out of there now! What kind of a place are we running here? And get some more security in there. Okay, thanks, Vince.” I think Vince was a little shocked at my demeanor, I was usually pretty laid back, but this was serious shit. Someone could’ve gotten seriously hurt.

I called Mike. “What did you do with Rick? Good, that’s where he belongs. Charges will be pressed for sure, I’ll make sure of that. Make sure you get a copy of the surveillance so there won’t be any question. Oh, and I need you and your crew to check the board. Vince is getting pictures and video together—I don’t want any of them in here, ever. Thanks Mike.”

I got a call from a detective and gave him a statement. He wanted the tape and to talk to some other people at VIP. He was heading over there now. He wanted to talk to Gia. I told him I didn’t know where she was at the moment, but that she was camping in lot sixty-nine at the campground. Maybe he could catch her tomorrow, before she left. As I said the words, “she left” I cracked a little, I hadn’t even thought of that yet.

All I had left to do about Rick was to get him and his band on the “uncooperative” list that a lot of us use when we’re hiring for our shows, and it wouldn’t be long before they were unknown.

Chapter 13

Gia

Up the stairs to the VIP viewing area we went. When we got up there, we were all in awe, the stage was so close, there were bar stools with padded seats and free drinks. Wow, impressive. Trey saw us and came over to get us. “We’re over here,” he said and we followed him.

“Gia, how are you? I heard what happened in the VIP bar.”

“Oh, I’m good, thanks,” I said and smiled.

“Ethan was a basketcase over the deal. He’s already got word out all over, those guys won’t get hired anywhere,” Trey said.

“Where is Ethan?” I asked. “I wanted to thank him.”

“Uh, I don’t know if he’s going to join us,” Trey said. “He was pretty wore out.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” I said and meant it. He probably wasn’t coming because he knew I didn’t want to see him. I wouldn’t go on the date with him, and then I ditched him and the girls in the bathroom at the VIP bar. I felt bad. He really was a great guy.

The concert started and the girls were all dancing with hot guys. I was happy for them. I just sat back in my comfy bar stool and took it all in. Then someone grabbed my hand and pulled me up. It was Ethan, and he was leading me somewhere, fast.

He opened a door which led into a room. It was kind of dark, but looked like maybe an office. He pushed his arm across what looked like a desk, and I heard all kinds of shit hit the floor.
He’s mad at me.
I was a little nervous.

“Ethan?” I said.

“Shhh, Gia,” he said and put his finger up to my mouth.

He grabbed me around the waist with one arm and put me up on the desk firmly, took my face in his hands, and started kissing me, hard. He sucked in my tongue and he bit my lip. He was in control, he was calling the shots… and I was getting exactly what I wanted.

The music was loud. Bret was singing, ‘I never seen you look so good, you never act the way you should, but I like it…’ Ethan pulled away from my face and thrust his tongue in my ear, then ran it all the way down my neck. It felt sweet as hell. Then he stopped and bit me sharply and then licked all the way back up the other side. This was so unlike how Ethan had touched me before, but he knew exactly what he was doing.

‘And I know you like it too, the way that I want you…’ I heard the words as they were being belted out, live.

He groped my breasts and squeezed them, kinda hard, but I liked it. He pushed me down so I was laying on the desk, and then yanked me by my legs so my ass was on the edge, I was trying to hold onto something but he grabbed my hand and stuck my middle finger in his mouth the way he did at Sunset. This time he sucked hard and fast, in and out.

Fuck.
I heard Bret again, ‘Talk dirty to me..’.

Ethan grabbed my legs and pulled them over his shoulders, yanking on me again until the backs of my thighs were tight against his chest. The tops of my boots were at his cheeks.
Holy shit, is this really happening?
I felt his tongue on my inner thigh and he ran it all along the crease where my leg met the lips. I couldn’t be still, I was arching and thrusting, but he had a tight hold on me and kept me right where he wanted me. Then he pushed my panties off to the side and put his full tongue right on me, moving it slightly, teasing me. It made me want to push down on the top of his head, but I kept my hands to myself. He straightened his tongue out and poked it through my lips and licked his way up to my sensitive spot and just started going at it like crazy. I almost came, but he stopped.

‘Until I’m screamin’ for more…’ I noticed the lyrics again.

He reached up with one hand and unbuckled my belt. It fell open and he shoved his hand up my shirt and under my bra, where he started pinching my nipples, which were rock hard and begging for him. Then he took his other hand, stuck a finger in his mouth to wet it, and put it inside me. I moaned and thrust my hips forward. No one had ever come close to making me feel pleasure like this. He put his tongue on me again and I was losing it.

‘And baby, talk dirty to me,’ I heard Bret whisper at the end of the song.

Ethan put another finger inside me and thrust it forward so far, he hit a spot and I shivered. He thrust and hit the spot again and I moaned uncontrollably and shivered again. He kept thrusting and licking and playing, and when he thrust deep and hit that spot, I thought I might pee myself. I heard Bret’s voice again, ‘Wants it all, mama’s fallen angel…’

He hit the spot and held it there this time while his tongue was tight up against me, and he vibrated it ever so deliberately and my whole world came crashing down. My eyes rolled back and I lost complete control. He was still now and I was convulsing. He moved his tongue slightly and shock waves tore through my body again. He pulled his hand out of my shirt, pulled his tongue back, pulled his fingers out of me and moved back. My legs fell to the floor. I was spent. I had never been so satisfied as I was at that moment. I heard the music, ‘Lose it all, rollin’ the dice of her life…’ I had never had an orgasm like that, not even with my vibrator. I was in awe of him.

“Ethan,” I said, but he didn’t answer.

“Ethan,” I said a little louder, but he still didn’t answer.
He was still upset with me.
I sat up. “Ethan…” and then I realized, he was gone.

***

I lit a cigarette and tried to get a grasp on what just happened. I was having a hard time focusing on it all, I was still right on the edge of the desk. I stood and pulled my panties back over to cover myself and sat back up on the desk again, letting my legs hang over the side. I took a drag, and as I exhaled, I stared off into the unknown.

I heard an acoustic guitar and Bret’s voice, ‘We both lie silently still in the dead of the night, although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside…’ I thought of Lex and how lonely I’d become after years of trying to give him what he so deserved. But I’d failed him. The way I had wanted him to look at me, to want me physically, not just because he wanted to get me pregnant, but because when he looked at me, he couldn’t control himself and had to have me.

I heard Bret go on, ‘though I tried not to hurt you…’ and I thought of Ethan and how he said he wanted me more than he’d ever wanted anyone, but was afraid he was hurting me. ‘Every rose has it’s thorn…’ I jumped as the drums and bass kicked into the song. I felt it in my chest, tears were rolling down my cheeks. I took another drag and as I released it I sang along with Bret.

“Though it’s been a while now, I can still feel so much pain, like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains…” The tears were streaming fast, but I was silent. I had so many scars, but the deepest ones no one could see. They were deep inside, where I was broken. Lex knew they were there, he couldn’t stand to look at them any longer, and every time he looked at me, that’s all he could see. I didn’t want to show them to anyone else, ever.

I took another drag and listened silently this time. ‘I know I could’ve saved our love that night if I’d known what to say, instead of makin’ love, we both made our separate ways…’ I couldn’t save anything, and I was sure it wasn’t love, anyway. How could someone like Ethan love someone, someone like me? Broken inside and full of scars, unfit to carry a child and be a mother. How could anyone who knew this look at me any differently than Lex had? It wasn’t possible. I couldn’t even look at myself the way I used to, before I knew how ugly I was on the inside.

‘And now I hear you found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you, to hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife…’
Yes, Bret, that’s right, the thought of Ethan with someone else does cut me.
I felt like I did when the little bartender said, “He’s a real sweetheart, isn’t he?” And that’s all I needed, to be torn up even more inside. I had to be strong. Ethan gave me what I wanted this weekend, and it was perfect. He saw me, he had to have me, he took control, and he gave me the most carnal sexual experience I’d ever had.

“Every rose has it’s thorn,” I whispered with Bret, and had the last drag of my cigarette.

Chapter 14

Ethan

I headed home. I needed a shower. I had to decide what to do about Gia.

I thought about what Dana said in the VIP bar about the rocker fantasy and the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’. That had to be what Gia was looking for, what she tried to get from me even though I wasn’t a rock star.
Why would she want that? Didn’t she know she deserved more?
Look what almost happened to her in the VIP bar. She could have any guy she wanted out there, most of them would be happy to wham and bam her, and they wouldn’t even say thank you. The thought of that made me sick. I couldn’t stand by and let that happen. I had to protect her.
Holy shit, I would be her fantasy!

Of course! Now that I had a clearer idea of what she wanted, I could give it to her. I could protect her and give her what she wanted and needed. I had a plan and I needed to get going if I was going to go through with it.

I showered and had a power smoothie. I called Trey and told him about Rick and the VIP bar. I told him that I might not make it to watch the concert with them tonight, I was pretty worn out. I told him to have fun and keep an eye on the girls. He sounded a little disappointed, but I knew he was looking forward to getting to know Dana better and he’d have a good time.

I called Mike and asked him if he could spare one of his crew to come up to the VIP area with me for about an hour tonight and he said yes. My plan was in motion and I hoped I could pull it off.

I decided to sit outside and have a beer and a smoke to kill some time and nerves. I was getting excited.
If this is what you want so bad Gia, then this is what you’re gonna get!
I headed for the gate.

I went up the back way to my little office. I had it built a couple years ago so I could be away from everyone else when I needed to get some serious work done. When you walked out front, you were on the platform of the VIP viewing area and the view was great. I had watched the sun go down a few times on the off season from up here. When you walked out the back, it was just the staircase which I had just come up. My desk was pretty neat, so I added some clutter to it, some unbreakable clutter. I made sure the blinds were shut and the back door was locked. Then I headed out front and told the security guy I needed that office secure from now until I told him otherwise.

“Yes, sir,” he said.