You’ve been living in Cardiff for the past year and a half – ever since you
graduated from University and landed that much-sought-after PR job with Hall Or
Nothing. Just a couple of weeks in to your new job and you’d been introduced
to the Manics at some after show party in London, and though you were a fan of
their music that’s where it ended. You were in charge of the PR of other
bands, such as Oasis, so the Manics weren’t that high on your agenda. That
said, however, from the word go you’d really hit it off with Richey; and as
the months unfolded you found yourself spending more and more time at his flat.
Let’s face it, you practically lived with him … unofficially, of course. It
wasn’t company policy for staff to get involved with their clients but it was
purely platonic between yourself and Richey, and besides, you weren’t working
for them personally – your boss, Terri, took care of the Manics’ PR. And so
no one batted an eyelid over your relationship with Richey. In fact they thought
you were good for him – as so did the rest of the band … that was apart from
Nicky.
Six
months later and you found yourself actually dating James. It seemed Richey was
quite the matchmaker. He’d known from the start that James was attracted to
you, and in his own ‘subtle’ way Richey had paved the way for James to get
to know you better. It was on your 23rd birthday when James had
finally taken the plunge and told you how he felt. You’d left the others in a
pub somewhere and James had offered to walk you home. Just outside Richey’s
flat, as you’d turned to unlock the door, James had pulled you back and kissed
you. Now you’d been seeing each other for over three months but James, it
seemed, didn’t want to rush you because he hadn’t even made the slightest
move to get you between the sheets. He knew that you knew about his
‘apparent’ reputation as a bit of a ladies man, and you were touched that he
was obviously going out of his way to prove to you that he was serious about
you. You should have been happy. God knows other women would have died to be in
your shoes. But there was something unsettling you – one little thorn in your
side … And its name was Nicky Wire.
You
just couldn’t understand why Nicky seemed to hate you like he did. Everyone
else in the Manics camp adored you but Nicky just went out of his way to hurt
and upset you. Everything you said he’d be ready with some catty remark to put
you down. He’d even brought you to tears one day when he’d called round to
drop some lyrics off at Richey’s. Not wanting to cause a rift between the band
you kept quiet, but from that day on you’d made a promise to yourself to
verbally hit back every time he made some bitchy comment. The problem was it
seemed to make the situation even worse. It was as though he almost got a kick
out of it now. But you didn’t fully understand what that fire was between you
until the lift episode…
You’d
had no idea Nicky was even in the office until the lift doors opened and you
came face to face with him. It was a busy day and as more and more people pushed
their way into the lift you found yourself pushed right up against him. And in
that split second as the doors closed and the lift started to move you’d
caught each other’s eyes. Only it wasn’t hate or malice as was usual, but
something else. It was only when you’d made it back to your office and closed
the door behind you that it hit you… It was lust. Plain and simple. And Nicky
was jealous that you were with James…
In
fact Nicky was not only jealous of your relationship with James but also of your
relationship with Richey - his best friend. You’d be the first to admit that
your relationship with Richey wasn’t quite as platonic as you’d both always
made out. And of course, those closest – like Nicky – quickly picked up on
that. Many a time you’d slept in Richey’s bed and many a time he’d seen
you with little on. But you were living together – of course things like that
were bound to happen from time to time. Yes, you flirted with one another but
Richey’s complete innocence allowed for that. In the back of your subconscious
you knew it would never lead anywhere. You were friends and that was it. But the
whole thing was driving Nicky insane – Nicky who would clearly love to get you
in bed at the first opportunity. What’s more the fact that you and James
weren’t sleeping together yet made him even more frustrated. And the worst of
it was? You fancied Nicky, too.
Ever since the lift episode you had
gone out of your way to avoid Nicky. In front of James, Richey and Sean you both
acted as though nothing was wrong. It was being alone with Nicky that scared
you. The guilt you carried was unimaginable, especially since you were still
seeing James. So when James hinted that you both go away together for the
weekend – with the subtext that you’d finally have sex – it was almost
relief.
Richey
was out when you arrived home from work that evening. James was due to pick you
up at 8pm and then you’d drive to the hotel he’d booked for the weekend. Ten
minutes later and you were busy packing. Hearing the door you shouted, “Rich,
do you know where my black bra is?” You and Richey were so comfortable with
one another you didn’t feel at all embarrassed when it came to things like
this… Silence… No answer. “Richey?” you yelled again. Suddenly a voice
snapped, “No I don’t know where the hell your black bra is!” Your heart
almost stopped. It was Nicky. Suddenly he appeared at the bedroom door. “I
take it Mr Edwards isn’t home?” he quipped. You dropped the clothes you were
packing on your bed and pushed past Nicky into the kitchen – anything to break
the silence. “Erm no, he said he’d be home in about an hour”, you mumble,
pretending to look for something in one of the cupboards. In the corner of you
eye you can see Nicky leaning against the fridge watching you. “So why would
Richey know where your black bra is?” You
stop what you’re doing and turn to Nicky. You know where this is leading.
Nicky starts to walk towards you. “You know what I think?” Nicky whispers as
he reaches you, gently pushing you back against the working top, “I think
you’re screwing around behind James’ back”. You glare at him. “F**k off,
Nicky” you manage to hiss, desperately trying not to look into his eyes. Nicky
gives you an evil grin. “Slut”, he murmurs, moving into kiss you, his lips
dangerously close. Not even the greatest will power in the world could make you
push him away, and knowing full well that you’re not about to fight; Nicky’s
lips touch yours. At first you don’t respond but then you make the fatal
mistake of looking straight into those icy blue eyes and fall into submission.
Immediately your hands are all over
one another. You feel almost dizzy as Nicky starts edging your skirt up and
pulling at your knickers, whilst his other hand is busy ripping your top off,
exposing your bare skin to his burning lips. You arch your back as he traces his
tongue all the way down your neck to your nipples, and you can feel his hard-on
through his combats, pressing against your aching pussy. “Aww, has James been
leaving you all frustrated, baby?” Nicky mocks in your ear. It’s true. You
were beginning to become quite worried waiting for James to make his move – it
wasn’t until now that you realised just how much you did want sex, and Nicky
was playing on that need. As much as you were in love with James, and genuinely
touched at his restrain so as not to rush you, there was something inside of you
crying out, and you just had to get Nicky out of your system! In another second
your knickers were on the floor and Nicky had pushed you up onto the worktop,
with him between your legs. “F**k me”, you whisper desperately in Nicky’s
ear. Nicky grinned – a genuine grin. “Whore”, he giggled – obviously
quite taken aback by the change in your attitude. You can’t help it – a
smile forms on your lips. You did feel like a whore – but hell, you were
enjoying it!
His hands tangled in your hair, Nicky
thrusts himself deep inside you and a moan escapes from your throat. You close
your eyes as an orgasm builds up inside you. Only when you’re just about to
climax do you realise someone is watching you. Orgasm explodes through your body
in the very same moment you see James, over Nicky’s shoulder, glaring at
you…
Before his name has even left your
lips and Nicky has turned to see him, James is already out of the door, slamming
it behind him. “Shit”, Nicky mutters, zipping his flies back. The tears are
already threatening to spill from your eyes. You look at Nicky in absolute
horror. “Oh God…” you start but Nicky quickly cuts in, “I’d better go
after him”. You can see the fear in his eyes. With that he walks out, leaving
you there, on the kitchen counter, sobbing your heart out.
There was a tap at your door. It was
Richey. You’d spent most of the past two days locked in your bedroom - too
ashamed to come out, too afraid to face Richey’s disapproving looks. “Leave
me alone, Richey”, you mumble. You hear him slide down the other side of the
door and know that he’s sat against it as he starts to speak. “Look,
you’re not the first person who’s slept with someone and then regretted
it”.
“No, but I bet there’s not many who were actually caught doing it!” you
cry back.
“James is stronger than you think…” Richey starts, but your sobs drown his
voice out. “Please baby, open the door”, he whispers, “I’m worried about
you”.
Slowly you unlock the door and come face to face with a very concerned looking
Richey. “You must think I’m some kind of groupie”, you sob. Gently he
lifts your face with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “If that
were the case, I would have slept with you by now”, he whispers with a grin.
“I know how good Nicky is at getting something he can’t have, and besides, I
think he’s already paid for that…”
“What do you mean?” you suddenly cry.
“Erm… well Nicky’s got a black eye…” Richey mumbles, “I take it he
obviously ran into James”.
“Oh God”, you sob, “This just gets worse”.
“You really have to talk to James”, Richey whispers, holding you by the
shoulders, steadying you…
And so you find yourself outside
James’ apartment without the slightest clue of what you’re going to say or
even how he’ll react when he sees you. Trying to calm yourself, you take a
deep breath and knock. It opens abruptly and James stands there, unshaven,
looking mean and moody, with a bottle of Jameson’s in his hand. A shiver runs
through your body. The stubble and the drink was a bad sign… he was pissed,
and not just in the alcoholic sense! “Oh so you finally grace me with your
presence”, he mocks, slamming the door shut behind you. Staring at the floor,
in an effort to avoid his eyes, you notice his knuckles, grazed and sore. James
follows your gaze. “Ah yes, your close friend Mr Wire made a visit
yesterday”. He practically spits the word ‘close’. You haven’t even
managed to utter a word so far and already your eyes are filling with tears.
“I’m sorry”, you sob, “I’m so sorry”. James seems to ignore you,
walking round you, looking you up and down, whilst swigging from the
Jameson’s. He makes you feel uneasy – you hate it when he’s drunk – but
that said, there’s something strangely sexy about him when he’s in this kind
of mood. Trying to break the silence you carry on, “It was just a spur of the
moment thing… you don’t know what its been like….”
But
James suddenly interrupts shouting, “A spur of the moment thing?!! Remind me
to warn Sean that you suddenly have these urges”. At that moment you break,
but as you go to push him away he grabs your wrists, dropping the Jameson’s on
the floor. Pulling you close, until his stubble is scratching your skin, he
hisses, “Fancy doing a spur of the moment thing right now?” You know you
shouldn’t but begin to feel slightly turned on, the anger mixing with the fear
and emotion. Without even so much as a struggle he practically throws you
against the kitchen table, before pressing himself up against you. He makes no
effort to hide the fact that he’s turned on, too – as he digs into your
thigh. “We don’t kiss groupies”, he hisses, immediately running a hand up
your thigh and pulling at your knickers. His words cut like a knife – he knows
how much you’ve always worried about being seen that way with the band. Now
he’s playing on it for revenge. Swallowing your pride, you bite your lip and
don’t answer – telling yourself that you deserve this. Once your knickers
are down James roughly pushes you up onto the table, pushing you back until
you’re laid down. Glaring down at you he then starts to push your legs up and
apart, almost like a gynecologist would do. At first you try and resist,
suddenly becoming very aware that this will be the first time James will see you
naked, but when he starts to use more force your will (and legs!) give way,
allowing him full access to your most intimate parts. You close your eyes –
part of you dying for him to touch you, part of you dying of embarrassment. But
then you suddenly feel his tongue, running the entire length of your inner
thigh. A moan escapes your lips as he touches base and the moment he hears you
he plunges his tongue deep inside you, leaving you squirming on the table.
Absentmindedly your hands fall down to his head, your fingers running through
his hair as he gives you head, but you’re suddenly rudely awoken when he grabs
hold of your wrists again and spits, “Did I tell you touch me?” With that he
pins your arms above your head. Then, with his free hand, he starts to rip your
top open, making sure he’s just rough enough to hurt a little. Now he moves
his attention to your nipples, taking one and a time and sucking on them hard.
His hands are all over your body and you’re powerless to do anything. And
then, just when you’re on the verge of begging him to f**k you, he pulls you
up abruptly so that you’re face to face. Fiddling with his flies he then grabs
the back of your head and pushes you down to his crotch. “Now you can
touch”, he mocks, “Be a good girl and suck”. Helpless yet again (…and
hey, who cares?!!!…) James pushes you down onto to this cock, making sure you
take every last inch. His hands in your hair, he sets the pace, and doesn’t
let up until he’s shot his load down your throat. Then, pulling you back up
and towards the edge of the table, he pushes himself between your legs, teasing
your clit with the head of his cock. “I wanna hear you beg”, he spits in
your ear. “Please”, you murmur, and with that he thrusts deep inside you,
his chest hard against your breasts. Slamming you against the table, he
doesn’t stop until you’ve both exploded in orgasm and collapsed in a panting
heap. But as soon as James has got his breath back he pulls off you and starts
to fasten up his jeans, turning his back on you as though he doesn’t care. You
were just another groupie after all…
You
slowly climb down off the table, pulling your ripped shirt around your body and
pulling your skirt back down. As hard as you try you can’t stop the tears that
are welling in your eyes again as reality comes back and hits you hard. “I’m
sorry”, you whisper again turning to leave. But just as your reach the door
you feel James behind you, and a moment later his lips are on yours and you’re
locked in the most passionate kiss ever. “I thought you didn’t kiss
groupies”, you whisper. Then you see the glint in James’s eyes. “I
don’t”, he grins. You look at him puzzled. “I told Nicky to seduce you”,
he carries on. You glare at him. “What? You mean this was a set up?” you
begin to yell.
“Ssshhh ssshhh sshhh… If I told you this was how I wanted you the first time
you would have ran a mile”, James explains with a grin. “I had to have you
in a situation that would warrant it – and well Nicky was more than willing to
help out”.
“So you haven’t beaten him up?”
James shakes his head. “You know, Richey can come in very helpful when you
want make-up to ‘create’ black eyes”.
Your eyes widen in disbelief – not quite believing everything you’re hearing
– they were all in on it! “You utter bastard!” you cry, hitting him in the
chest, but not really meaning it. James grins taking hold of your wrists again.
“Well that might be true, but it was worth it… wasn’t it?” he says with
a wink.
And at that moment you can’t help
agreeing with him. A little smile forms on your lips.