Page 12 of Served
At first, we were still sitting, his hands in my hair, then softly rubbing my arms. Our fingers intertwined as our lips kept locking and our tongues danced together. It was gentle and passionate, and my mind was swimming. I was so lost in the moment I hadn’t noticed we weren’t sitting anymore but leaning and he was almost laying over me.
It was getting more intense, and warmth was rushing all over me. I ran my hands over his shoulders and grasped his neck to pull his lips harder against mine. His weight was resting on me, and he was holding my waist. But as his hand found my exposed thigh and I felt his hardness against me it suddenly hit me…I can’t sleep with this man. This was a mistake. Surely a fun and pleasurable mistake, but a mistake. I pulled away quickly while pushing his hand off my leg. He looked down and his head sunk as it washed over him that I was ending this little couch session.
“It’s late, I gotta work tomorrow.” I tilted my head and gave a sheepish grin as I gently pushed him away. “I need to get home. Sorry.” My head was still swimming, but now it wasn’t the enjoyable swimming from fun kissing but instead the buzz catching up to me. He pushed himself up off of me and leaned back on the small couch as he brushed his disheveled hair from his eyes with his hands.
He shook his head, sighed, and smiled. “No, that’s fine. I’ll walk you home.”
He helped me up from the couch and we left the greenroom. I went to grab my bag from the bar and tell Jaz bye. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back.
“I know where your place is, we can cut through the back, c’mon.” He was pulling me toward the back of the club.
“I don’t know, I can walk myself and I always just go that way,” I said as I pointed to the front door.
“C’mon, we’re bandmates now. Gotta learn to trust me.” He had a disarming smile and was still gently holding my hand.What’s the harm? Plus, my head was still swirling, and it may not hurt to have an escort. It occurred to me I skipped dinner and lost count of beers we had in the greenroom.
“Okay, let’s go.” I took his lead and followed him to the back.
We walked out the back exit and it was dark. Pitch black in fact. With my head swirling I needed to get my bearings. I reached into my bag to find my phone for some light and suddenly I was pinned against the building and my bag fell to the ground.
“Eric, what the hell are you doing?” He was using his body to keep me against the wall and running one hand up my exposed thigh and the other was behind my neck. The smell of beer on his breath was blowing hard in my face but my eyes were still struggling to adjust to the darkness.
“Eric, stop it.” I was pushing as hard as I could. My body was shaking even though I was still hot from being inside and the air outside was warm and muggy. My breathing was erratic, and I was struggling to form words as my lips started feeling numb.
“C’mon, you were flashing your ass all night.” His breath was hot on my face and his voice muffled from his being against my skin. “It’s okay, we don’t have to tell the band, just c’mon.”
I was still trying to push him even though my fingers were going numb, and the feeling was going up into my hands. I tried to the find the breath to scream or cry or any kind of noise, but I could barely get air in my lungs. One of his hands went between my legs and I let out a squeak from fear and my body jumped but he must have taken it as excitement and tried to push his fingers inside. I was squirming hard and moving my legs, not exactly kicking but just wildly flailing any limbs I could with as much force as I could. I was practically climbing up the wall trying to move away.
I started crying and finally sucked in enough air to squeak out, “stop it.” I just kept repeating it over and over. I wasn’t sure if it came out as a yell or a whisper, but I was exerting all I could to yell. But I didn’t hear myself. His hand was under was my skirt and I felt my panties being pushed down with one hand and my tears stopped as sheer panic smacked me. My teeth chattered I was shaking so hard. My muscles were stiff and trembling at the same time as I frantically pushed and squirmed.
Suddenly a flood of light was next to me, and I heard a man yell something. I fell to the ground landing on my hands and knees, struggling to breathe as my tears returned as hyperventilating sobs. I leaned up onto the balls of my feet with my knees to my face and leaned against the building, tucking my head into my arms trying to suck in air. I felt like I was in a bubble and sounds were all muffled, but I heard some commotion and some more yelling then suddenly it all stopped. I was curled up in a ball next to the building when I felt arms reaching under my legs and back. I panicked at the touch, but the figure shook me and spoke in a low, soothing voice and it wasn’t Eric.
Chapter 7
Lucy
“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay now. I got you. He’s gone.” It was Jason. I nodded and put my arms around his neck and breathed in that familiar smell of vanilla and tobacco and it broke the shock. I dug my face into his shoulder trying to fight off tears. He carried me inside and we went down the back hall and back into the greenroom. He was going to put me on the couch, but I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and violently shook. He went to sit in the oversized chair and left me in his lap, rocking me. I dug my face into his shoulder harder as I clutched his shirt in my hands. He held me like that for several minutes as I cried on his shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay now. Just breathe,” he said soothingly as he rubbed my head. “I’m gonna put you in this chair and grab a water, okay?” I nodded my head and he carefully slid out from under me and walked to the cooler then brought me a water. I went to grab it and noticed blood under my nails. I started shaking again and couldn’t grab the bottle since my hands were still feeling numb, so he opened it and held it up to my lips. I took a few small sips then pulled my face away.
“I need to grab the phone, are you okay here for a minute?” he asked.
It took me a second, but I realized what he asked, and it snapped me to reality.
I pulled in enough air to ask him, “Wait, no, why do you need the phone?” I rubbed tears off my face with the back of my hands.
Jason shifted his weight and looked down at the floor before looking back up at me.
He put his hands on his hips and spoke softly, “I mean, we need to call the cops.” I straightened up in the chair and any remnants of a buzz were gone.
“No, I don’t wanna call. I just want to go home.” Jason stepped closer and looked down at me, his brow furrowed. I noticed a cut on his face and a bruise starting to swell up.
He sighed, “Listen, I’ll stay with you, but you gotta report it. It’ll be ok.” His face softened but he still looked concerned.
I jumped up and he stepped back. “Look, I don’t want to, okay? I just want to go home. Can you just take me home?” I had new tears in my eyes as I pleaded with him.
He nodded his head and told me, “Okay, I won’t call. I just need to go to the back and grab my stuff. Then we can go.” I nodded and wiped my face again. I saw my bag in the floor near the chair, so I dug my phone out to see the time and the club had been closed a few minutes, but it was still early enough Amy probably wasn’t home. He came back and had a long-sleeved shirt.
“Here, if you want it.” He pointed to me, so I looked down and sure enough, my brand-new top was split at the arm seam and my bra was showing. Insult to injury, he ruined my new $50 shirt. I put his shirt on over my torn one and I suddenly smelled Jason again, tobacco and vanilla. I was so tense, but that smell made my shoulders loosen and I let out a sigh.
