Dirty Little Freaks (13 page)

“Fuck dude, don’t be greedy, your lady wants some,” Axel says to Hush. Hush looks up surprised, and hands me his rolled bill.

I lean down and suck the last two lines up like a pro. I might as well be a pro, I’m not an addict or anything, but coke has been a God damned good acquaintance of mine since the first time I stumbled on my mom’s leavings. It was a little leftover from the night before and I tasted it with my tongue. The numbing sensation that spread through my mouth was enough to clue me in, so I had carefully scraped up the last of it from her fake art deco mirror (purchased at the Army and Navy to bring a little culture to our little dive, she had said) and put it in a bag to bring to Eva. I was fifteen and felt like a fucking boss when I presented it to her in class.

We had gone to the girl’s washroom at lunch and done our best to snort it off our fingernails, we spilled more than we got in our noses, and it was such a small amount to begin with, but the effects were amazing. The afternoon zoomed by and we spent a couple hours afterwards walking to Metrotown Mall, we had so much nervous energy that we needed to expend it somewhere.

We had come down in Metrotown, miles from home and feeling heavy and cranky afterwards. We’d parted ways, she’d called her driver and I’d jumped onto the Skytrain hoping nobody would catch me without a ticket. Later that evening I’d gotten a text from her that simply said, “That was fucking AMAZING! We need more.”

I’d agreed and done it when I could. So when it was served up in front of me and shared by my amazingly hot rock-God...um...boyfriend? I am gonna fucking partake.

I sit up after snorting a couple of short lines and can almost feel my eyes doing that cartoon spiral thing, I swear I must look like a buzzed out coke fiend, but Hush leans close and whispers, “You look so fucking hot right now, I can’t wait to fuck you while we’re high.”

“Enough dirty talk, Mr. Heffner, we’ve got a show to put on,” Axel says and pulls on a black leather jacket. “You can fuck your girl later,” he continues and winks at me. I smile and love feeling included in the band’s camaraderie. Eva hasn’t snorted yet, so she drops to her knees and inhales the last couple of lines in record speed.

Diesel looks proud and says, “Holy shit, that’s my girl. Sucks cock and coke like an expert.” Eva giggles and wipes her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes are already glazing over with fire and I know this is going to be a fucking awesome night.

We follow the guys down the hall to the back of the stage. I watch them head out in near dark and watch Hush lean down and plug his guitar in. The rest of the band already have their instruments set up, but Hush doesn’t trust anyone with his baby. They pause for a moment in their positions, Diesel gives a signal and the lights come up.

The crowd goes crazy, I peek out to see how many people there are and immediately pull back. There has to be at least a thousand screaming college students, the inside of the barn is immense and holds more than any club I’ve ever been in. I look at Eva and say, “Holy shit, our guys are like, famous,” in my best Valley girl impression.

She grins, elbows me in the ribs and says, “Aren’t you glad I didn’t dump him after the first fuck?”

“How’s it going?” I ask, realizing this isn’t the best time to have a heart to heart, but I never see her alone these days.

She smiles wider and says, “It’s good...great even. I like him Jade,” she continues, almost breathlessly, “I really, really like him.”

“That’s a first,” I reply, “I’m really happy for you.” I link my arm in hers and we allow our bodies to move to the harsh beats, fueled by the coke coursing through our veins.

A few songs in, Hush strides across the stage to Diesel and grabs the mic from him. Diesel is surprised, but allows him to take it. The crowd dulls down to a fevered whisper as everyone is waiting to hear what he says.

“I want to take this moment to introduce somebody, a girl who has rocked my fucking world and a girl as dirty as I am,” he breathes into the mic, he smiles wickedly and adds, “if you can believe that.”

The crowd is chanting his name, “Hush! Hush! Hush!” as he reaches his hand towards me and says “I want you all to welcome my girl, Jade. Get your fine ass out here, babe.”

I freeze, there’s no way I can go out there in front of those screaming fans. Eva yells, “What are you waiting for? Get out there!”

I shake my head no and feel my heart pounding. She grabs my arm and pushes me towards him and screams, “Fucking go to him! You’ll love it! It’s the most amazing high ever!”

I reach up and feel my wig, pull it forward to hide part of my face and step woodenly towards him, my rock-God man, the only person on the planet I would do this for. His shirt is open, his chest is sweaty and his face is shining from the exertion of his performance, but he lights up when he sees me come out.

The crowd starts chanting “Jade! Jade! Jade!” and I’m star struck. I don’t know what to do with all these people watching. The guys in the band start to look bored, so Diesel grabs the mic back and says, “Give the happy couple a hand, folks!” The crowd erupts with cheering.

The band starts in again, some crazy beats and screaming lyrics I can’t understand, more so because I’m still holding Hush’s hand. He pulls me against his hot, sweaty body and I feel his cock already stiff in his jeans. He kisses me, drags me up against him so hard I’m almost knocked off my feet. His urgency increases and he walks me backwards, sets his guitar up against an amp, and lifts me up onto it. He keeps kissing me. Part of me is so aware of the gigantic crowd watching, but the other part just feels coke in my blood and cock against my leg, and I want him, now.

“Remember when you promised me something nasty?” he growls in my ear.

I say, “Yes,” suspiciously, knowing where this is going.”

“This is it, don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”

Before I can protest, he reaches down and undoes his jeans, I can feel his cock pop out and I move my ass to the edge of the amp. He looks me in the eye and wraps his arm around my waist. “Fencepost? This is your last chance to say no, babe.”

“Not even close,” I whisper, staring back at him, daring him to continue. We’re at the perfect height for this, he kisses me, pins my tongue down with his at the same moment he slams his cock into my tight, waiting cunt. I can hear the crowd going insane, and I know my little show is probably all over Twitter by now, but I don’t care. All I can hear is the music throbbing through my body, Diesel’s voice filling my ears, and the steady rhythm of my own heart pounding against my ribs.

Hush is thrusting into me like a man on fire now, a man consumed with his need for me, and I dig my hands into his ass and feel myself lifted up by his muscular body. I’m barely touching the amp; he’s got one arm around me as he grunts and slams into my pussy. I can feel the inside of my thighs slick with my own juices. I’ve been dripping for him since we got in the cab back at home.

The band starts in with a cover of Closer by Nine Inch Nails, and I hear the lyrics... fucking like an animal, feeling from the inside, and I can’t hold back, I cum and I cum hard. I thrash my head and feel the long hair of the wig slip back, exposing my face. So much for keeping my identity a secret, but in this perfect, frozen moment of ecstasy, I don’t care. I can tell he’s getting ready to finish, I hear some chick in the front of the crowd scream, “Fuck me next Hush, I love you!” I glance down and see her face; she’s so full of envy and desire that I feel a rush of possessiveness race through me. This
is
a crazy high, Eva was right; I am completely inflamed with the feelings of power coursing through me.

He’s there, his orgasm. He grabs me and pulls me against him so hard he knocks the wind out of me. He freezes, shudders and shoots his hot load inside of me. I scream his name and scratch my hands up his back, under his shirt. He covers me, hunches over me and breathes heavy in my ear. “Fucking hell, Jade, that was amazing,” he rasps in a hoarse voice. The band stops playing and Diesel walks towards us. I’m suddenly aware of what happened, I don’t know what came over me, but I need to sit up. He pulls away and hoists his jeans up over his hips, buttons them up and turns to the crowd with a crazy grin, holding his arms wide like an insane dictator. They go absolutely wild, so he bows and turns back to me. He walks me off stage and kisses me when we get to Eva. “You are insanely beautiful, I love-” he cuts himself off and tenses up, “sorry, crossed a line,” he adds and turns to head back to the screaming crowd.

“Crossed what line?” I yell after him, but he doesn’t hear me. What line could we possibly be crossing after fucking like animals on a stage in front of hundreds?

On stage he has taken his shirt off completely, I can see his slick body and his beautiful tattoos ripple as he leaps off an amp. He turns to play his guitar and I can see the stripes of my scratches welling up on his skin, it gives me satisfaction to have marked him so.

“Jade, what the fuck?” Eva laughs and grabs my hand, “that was insane!”

I go red and say, “Fuck, I know, right? I don’t know what came over me.”

“I know what came in you,” Eva says and I stick out my tongue at her shitty joke. “You know you’re probably a sex tape star, right?” she adds, seeming envious. “That’s so cool, my best friend, amateur porn star.”

“I am not, besides, I doubt anyone will know who I am,” I tell her and head to the bathroom to wash up. I regret my decision to not wear panties as my inner thighs get sticky with Hush’s drying cum.

What a way to find out I’m a fucking exhibitionist, in front of a crowd of a thousand screaming college kids. Typical day in the life of Jade.

This threesome is going to be better than I expected. Rev’s actually kinda hot. He meets us at a small pub near my apartment. Eva is out for the night with Diesel, they’ve got some romantic plans to get a hotel room, do a few rails of coke, and wreck it rock star style. I’ve got romantic plans to fuck and suck two different men. It’s all in how you look at it, I guess.

We’re sitting in a booth. I’m on the inside with Hush on the outside, Rev’s right across from me. He’s got a fresh face that goes well with the faux hawk; he’s too cute to be a bad ass rocker. I’m thinking boy band might be more up his alley. He plays guitar with another punk band, Underdog. What is it with me and guitar players?

“It’s not a bass though,” he clears that up straight away. “What do you call a homeless bass player?” he asks me shortly after sitting down.

“Uh, don’t know,” I reply and look at Hush.

“Between girlfriends,” Rev says and starts laughing his head off.

I chuckle and say, “Yeah, good one.” Hush snorts derisively and puts his arm around me.

“I don’t think Jade here is worried about that, are ya, babe?” he says.

“I dunno, it might be kinda nice having you around a little more, picking up your dirty underwear, wiping the piss off the toilet seat,” I snicker and wiggle under his arm a little farther. “On second thought, take your dirty things with you when you leave.”

“You’ve seen my place, I’m a tidy bloke,” he protests. “If anything, I’d be picking up after you.”

I have seen his place, and it is tidy. He’s got a bachelor pad in a mid-rise near the beach in Kits. I imagine a place like that must be pretty pricey, but his family most likely helps out. He keeps it pretty bare, just a bed and a couple of overstuffed chairs. We’ve fucked on every piece of furniture he owns, he always jokes when I’m riding him in one of those comfy chairs. His place is best left for sleeping in on bright Sunday mornings, lying in bed and talking for hours. I’ve gotten to know more about him the few nights I’ve spent over than all the times at my place. He’s so much more comfortable in his environment; when he’s with me in my bed, I always feel as though he’s holding a piece of himself back, and I can never figure out what it is.

It’s been over a month since I first met him at the Roxy. Almost six weeks if I’m being honest, but putting a time limit on it makes me nervous, as though by quantifying it I risk making him disappear. I get the sense that he doesn’t like things like anniversaries or things that are designed to label a relationship or tug at sentimental heartstrings.

I love him, but he’s not exactly a romantic. He’s too guarded, and I’m terrified to admit my feelings, we’re a right fucking mess.

“So, how are we going to do this?” Rev asks, getting right to the point.

“We thought we could take it back to Jade’s place, she’s got lots of space and a few toys,” Hush says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Are you sure you’re cool with this?” Rev asks me, “You two seem pretty much in love, I don’t want to end up a third wheel.”

“I’m fine,” I say and look at Hush, “as long as he’s ok.

“I’m good, I just want to get this going,” he smiles and gets up to pay the bar tab. We’ve been drinking for a while, and I realize I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast. I sway when we stand up to go, Rev reaches for my arm to steady me, but Hush knocks him away and pulls me towards him. Oh boy, this is going to be an interesting night, but his reaction elicits a thrill of satisfaction, as if he’s claiming me as his.