Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1) (16 page)

Chapter
32

‘Together
we’ve tackled life’s greatest curves’

Tanner –

     Four months without her
and I am starting to lose my shit. It’s as if I have been in a state of
hypnosis. We flew to Canada, Russia, Greece, Dubai, China, and now we are in
Australia…I think. I don’t give a shit about any of this. If it weren’t for the
money and Chip, I would have bounced months ago; probably would have left with
Lyrics from Germany. When I call Lyrics after my shoot, that’s the only time my
day is truly great. Hearing about her planning our wedding and how excited Mom is,
man, that is the only thing keeping me sane! It has taken all my strength not
to punch this bitch right in her face. God! Her constant bitching, the drunken
outbursts, the threats…fuck I can’t stand her ass! Lying to Lyrics every time I
speak to her is getting to me in a bad way. If I told her what a fucking bitch
Jennifer has been ever since Germany, Lyrics would freak out. Chip lost his
patience months ago and I’m sure this is the worst shoot of his career. He
tells me all the time that he feels like a kindergarten teacher, constantly
breaking up fights. For four fucking months now, she has been telling me that
Dylan is going to pay for what she did to her. My saving grace is knowing that
in four days I get to go home and be with my Lyrics, and family.

     Jennifer is all talk. Just
yesterday during out shoot she looked at me and said, “You know, I don’t even
want you, but I can’t wait to see the look on that little farm girl’s face when
she sees her boyfriend, oops sorry, f.i.a.n.c.e’s cock inside of me.”

     I told her, “I’d have to
be dead for that to happen.”

      She gave me an evil smile
and said, “Oh, I can arrange that.”

      Urgh! What a skanky bitch.
I’ve told her on multiple occasions that she deserved to be punched for what
she said to Dylan.

     She just smiles and says,
“Maybe so, but payback is a bitch, and me, yeah, I’m even more of a bitch.” Can’t
argue with that!

     We are finally in Sydney, where
we close this nightmare down. This is the last four days of this shoot and I
swear I am never modeling again, unless it’s for an album cover. I haven’t
written a song, played guitar, or sung since Germany. Without my Lyrics, I have
no musical drive. Hell, it’s as if I have no drive at all.

     Every day when we speak I
ask her what she has written and she quickly says, “Nothing really.” It breaks my
heart every time she says that.

     The knock on my hotel room
door makes me jump. I get up and open it. Chip. “Hey brotha, what’s up?”

      Chip says in a desperate
tone, “Get dressed, let’s go out tonight. We have been on this long ass shoot
for six months and thank God it’s about to end. I want to celebrate!”

      I ask, “Is Jennifer
going?”

      Chip looks at me as if I
grew a horn. “Fuck no! Just you and I, bro. You think I want that nasty ass
messing up our last chance to have a fun evening partying.”
     I smile and say, “Come in, I’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

     I grab my phone and text
Lyrics, “Hello, my gorgeous. Chip just demanded that he and I go out tonight to
celebrate the end of this shitty shoot. Just want to tell you that I love you
and can’t wait to see you. Four wakeups and I will have you in my arms!

     Immediately my phone beeps.
“I’m like a kid in the candy store waiting to hold you. Have a great time and
give Chip a hug from me. I love you, Tanner Staff. Xoxo, The soon to be Mrs.
Tanner Staff.” I stare at my phone and read the last part again. I love the
sound of that.

     December in Australia
means, shorts and tank tops…pastel Gap clothes, of course. By the way, I am
donating or burning all these clothes the moment I get home. One more puke shit
green shirt and I swear I will hurl everywhere. I grab my wallet and Chip and I
head out. He has a car waiting for us right outside the lobby. We get in and he
hands me a beer and a shot immediately. We raise our shot glasses and he says,
“Here’s to making it through this shit hole, cock sucker of a shoot. And of
course to friendship.” I laugh and we clink our glasses. The whiskey feels like
hot lava slowly making its way down my throat.

     When we pull up to the
club, there is a line wrapped around the building. I say, “No fucking way I’m
standing in that.”

     Chip says, “Sweetie,
please, we don’t wait in lines like that. Come on, let’s go.” I’ve learned to
trust Chip. He is a soft spoken, very nice man but when he wants something, he
gets it. We walk straight up to the bouncer, Chip whispers something in the
man’s ear, and he instantly removes the big, thick, almighty red rope. Chip marches
us straight to the bar and orders another round. We are sitting at the bar
enjoying some small talk when I notice Chip looking right past me with a look
in his eyes I hadn’t seen before, almost a hungry look.

     I smirk and say, “What are
you looking at?”

     He smirks back and says, “Man,
it’s been a long time since I’ve been laid. That man over there has been
staring at me since we walked in.”

     I ask, “Which one?”

      He nods and says, “The
tall glass of Crocodile Dundee, standing against the wall.”

      I take a quick glance
then turn back to Chip, “Are you sure, because I don’t want to fight tonight?”

     Chip throws back another
shot and says, “Well, honey, there is only one way to find out.” He stands up
and I watch in amazement as he approaches the big rugged man. Chip leans in and
gives him a kiss, and then waves to me as he exits the club. Are you fucking
kidding me? I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. I pay our tab and
begin to walk to the exit. As I turn my head to the right, I see her, Jennifer.
Her stare is burning a hole in me. I pick up my pace to get the hell out of
here but she catches me before I can make it out.

      “Where ya going, Tanner,
Texas boy Tanner? Don’t be a pussy, come, and have a drink with me. Come on,
I’m not gonna bite you.”

      I say, “I’m tired, going
back to the hotel. Chip just left.”

      She grabs my hand and
starts pulling me toward a dark corner of the club. Instead of making a scene,
I walk over to where a crowd is hanging out. She says, “This is Tanner. Tanner,
this is blah blah and whatever.” I roll my eyes and say hello to these nameless
poor schmucks. Jennifer hands me a beer and says, “Come on Tanner banner foe
fanner, one toast.” I just want to get the fuck out of here. I rise up the beer,
clink my glass to hers, and drink the beer as fast as I can. I didn’t realize
how buzzed I was but man that last beer really has me spinning. I find an open
chair and almost fall into it. It’s as if my mouth won’t move to speak. I hear
everything but can’t move. I feel the heat of Jennifer as she comes right into
my face. She grabs my face and begins to lick my lips. I want her to stop but I
can’t move. It’s almost as if I am frozen. I’m aware that the screaming “stop”
is only in my head and not coming out of my mouth. She says, “Now is the time,
Tanner. Now is when that stupid, naïve bitch of yours is going to see what
revenge really is. Tonight, you are going to feel me suck your cock and ride
you as you’ve never been ridden before, and you are going to love it. Oh yeah,
and the pictures will be sent to the papers and her front door by morning. Poor
little Dylan, her stupid heart will break in a million pieces.” I try to move
but I can’t. She leans in and says, “Stop trying to fight it, dummy. I put a
little something into that beer you downed so quickly just to get away from me.
You are mine tonight. Okay, boys, he’s ready.” Two large men grab me around the
waist and drag me out the side exit of this club. We get outside and the air
feels fresh but does nothing to release this paralysis. A car door opens and
Jennifer slides inside first. She says, “Throw him in.” The men pick my limp
body up and toss me inside the car. They get in after me. I feel like I’m
watching a horror movie. Jennifer runs her hand up my shirt and says, “Oh yes,
I’ll enjoy this tonight.” I manage to squeeze out a slight grunt and she says,
“What was that? You want me to do what to you?” She straddles me and says,
“Your cock is begging for me. Nice and hard.” I’m wondering what she promised
these men for being part of this. The car comes to a stop and I hear her say,
“Take him to room 888 and put his fine ass on the bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

     The two huge men drag me
into the lobby of this strange hotel, straight to the elevator. Not one person
notices these two huge idiots dragging my lifeless body. I wish they would just
knock me out so I didn’t have to see and hear any of this. Not being able to
stop it is torture. They drag me down this long hall, one man opens the room,
and they toss me onto the bed.

      One of the men says,
“Don’t worry mate, all she wants to do is fuck you. She’s a piece of ass, one
that I’m going to tear up as soon as she finishes with you.” My stomach is
turning horribly from the fear I’m feeling.

      I hear the door open and
Jennifer says, “You, the one with the hair, stand over there and take pictures.
You, baldy, you stand over there and take video. Make sure you get our faces,
but not too close to his, I don’t want her to know he can’t move even if he
wanted to.” I begin to drift off when I hear, “Tanner, are you there? Can you
hear me? Oh, baby, you’re gonna want to remember this. For six months, I’ve
wanted your big hard cock in my mouth and now I’ll finally have it. Don’t worry
though; your Lyrics will be able to enjoy it too. I’m sure she’ll touch herself
to this video when she sees your cum squirting into my mouth.” I’m trying so
hard just to move any part of my body. Nothing. She lifts my tank top over my
head and roughly allows my head to plop onto the bed. I feel her nails scratch
down my stomach as she says, “Oh yes, this will make for a nice and dirty
picture.” She pulls my shorts off and I feel her hand wrap around my cock. She
says, “Come here, boys, make sure you get every part of this.” She begins
sucking my cock and the cameras are flashing like crazy. I want her to stop. I’m
going to kill this bitch. The second I get out of here, she is dead. She yells,
“Oh yes, baby, your cock is all mine. You fucking love fucking my mouth, look
how hard you are. Fuck my throat, Tanner, oh yes, fuck it.” I don’t want to
come but I know it is out of my control. I can’t move anything but my dick has
a mind of its own. My insides melt and I feel such a sadness as she sucks my
cum out of me. She says, “Smile for the camera baby. As she stands up, she
takes her clothes off and puts her skanky pussy on my face. She is rubbing
herself all over my face. Again, the cameras are flashing consistently. She
says, “You sure don’t move a lot when you fuck. Oh yeah, that’s right, you
can’t move. Guess what? Your cock is about to be inside of me…just as I told
that stupid little girl of yours.” All I can think about is how evil this bitch
is. She’s raping me to get back at Dylan. I’m going to kill this whore. I swear
to God, she is dead!

     Jennifer says as she
slides her pussy down my shaft, “Oh, Tanner, you feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me
hard. She is scratching my chest and yelling out my name as she slides back and
forth on me. I hear the two men saying that she better fuck them like this. Jennifer
says, “Baldy, get him fucking my ass, oh she’ll really like that.” She grabs my
shaft and lowers her ass onto my cock. She is bouncing up and down as she is
playing with her pussy. She screams out, “Fuck me, Tanner Staff, fuck my ass. Make
my pussy cum, baby. Oh fuck. Your cock is so far in my tight ass. Fuck me. Oh
yes, make me cum! Here I cum, all for you. She gyrates on top of me and then
slides off. She grabs my face and licks it. She says, “Don’t ever fuck with me
again. These men are going to make sure that you are stuck here until these
pictures make the news and your little Miss Dairy Queen gets to see her man’s
cock slamming into every opening I have…the girl she hates most.” I’m numb. This
will kill Lyrics; it’ll break her heart. How will she marry me after she sees
these disgusting pictures? I need to call the police. I cannot move at all. Jennifer
says in a sarcastic tone, “Okay boys, I guess it’s time for your payment.” The
two men get their payment as they both take her over and over. As she is leaving,
she says, “Nice working with you, Tanner. Boys, don’t kill him. I want him to
go back to his home and see the heartbreak that his fiancé has when she replays
my pussy going up and down on that huge cock.” Her evil laugh echoes in my head.

      One of the men says,
“Don’t know what you did to her but I’d like to be on the other end of that
punishment again.” I was raped. It wasn’t punishment; it wasn’t anything but
rape. She fucking raped me! She is going to fucking ruin my life and ruin Lyric’s
life.

One of the men walks over to
me, pulls me up, and says, “Well, time for you to sleep pretty boy.” I feel his
fist slam against my cheek and my head bounces off the hard floor.

Chapter
33

‘It’d
take the Devil herself to ruin our love’

Jennifer –

     Five months I’ve waited
for this. She embarrassed me; hell, she humiliated me. Who does she think she
is punching me as if I’m no one? I can’t wait until she opens this package. I
can only imagine the look on her sweet face as she sees her man inside of me,
loving it. Her poor little broken heart, oh yeah, I don’t fucking care. Soak it
up, stupid bitch!

    I’m sending a nice little
handwritten note with this, umm, I guess you could call it a care package of
sorts.      

Dylan,

     I hope you enjoy these
pictures and video as much as we enjoyed taking them. I would have never guessed
he would taste so good, but the cum he squirted into the back of my throat was
like sweet wine, not even one drop was wasted. Next time you decide to hit
somebody, I’d suggest knowing whom it is you are hitting. I told you I’d steal
your boyfriend, oops I mean fiancé. As I said he would, your Tanner fucked me
in every hole I have and loved it.

Fuck
yourself sincerely,

The
bitch you should have never fucked with!

      Guess this is why everybody
says I’m a bitch. Let me make it undeniable, here you go…they are all right, I
am a coldhearted bitch!

     Finding her address on
Google was so easy it wasn’t even satisfying. As I’m walking into the post
office, I have a spark of a second thought if I should actually send this. Even
though he obviously enjoyed it, he could bust me for rape and drugging him. As
if I had to rape him; please, men would kill to do what he got to do to me.

     This may be evil even
beyond me. He was right, I probably deserved to get my ass kicked for what I
said to her but, oh well, fuck it! As I step up to the counter, the lady looks
at me and asks, “Are you that model, Jennifer Temple?”

     My face lights up and I
say, “I sure am.” A few workers come up and get my autograph. I ask, “Can I get
this to Texas by tomorrow morning?”

     The lady says, “We will
make sure it gets there, Ms. Temple.”

      I text the bald man,
“Keep him there until tomorrow night and then get him to the airport. Make sure
he doesn’t have a working phone.”

      I get a text back, “That
will cost you another round. Also, we already broke his phone, and his nose.”

     It dawns on me that Chip
is going to be worried. I quickly send Chip a text, “Chip, Tanner told me he
was done with this shit and took off.”

     I get a text from dumb and
dumber, “Oh and also, you need to give us both blowjobs like you gave this guy.”

     I roll my eyes. “Okay,
just do what I told you to do.” This is who I am. I’ve always used sex to get
what I want. Without it, I don’t think anybody would put up with my crazy ass.

     The lady at the post
office hands me a slip that assures me the package will be delivered tomorrow
by ten a.m. Central time.

     Once I see the package thrown
into that big basket, I know it’s real and there is no turning back now. I
guess I really don’t care what happens to me. I’ll probably go to jail for this.
I don’t think it’s considered rape. I mean, who would believe him? Really, he
should be thanking me. Fuck it, I’m heading back to England to begin a runway
tour anyway.

     Fuck Tanner Staff. Fuck
Dylan farm girl bitch. Fuck everything and everyone…I’m Jennifer Temple, nobody
can or will break me, ever!