Monica
1421 Words
“So, I get 10 minutes in a coat closet and now you’re running home to your wife?” I asked almost in tears, standing half naked watching as Ethan gets dressed. He quickly kissed me. “You got dinner too” yeah, dinner. It was a boring function that served tasteless food that he didn’t even pay for. “Don’t look at me like that” he said. “She just texted me and said we needed to talk. Maybe she’s finally had it and is leaving?” I doubt that I thought. Dumb b***h doesn’t have the guts. Not only did he ignore me the whole night, but he rushed me into a coat closet, f****d me so fast I didn’t even get off. And now he’s leaving. f**k I hate men sometimes. “Fine. Text me tomorrow” I said and started to get dressed. I saw the text. It didn’t look urgent. She said, when he had a moment she needed to run something my him. I can’t question him though, it would only piss him off. Whatever. I’m going to have a better rest of the evening, with or without him.
I politely excused myself from the fundraiser and called a friend, or more likely acquaintance I guess to see what she was up to. We had just met, but she seemed to be going through similar struggles as me. She wasn’t seeing a married man, but was in a loveless marriage she couldn’t leave. We’ve chatted a few times and said we should hang out. Since I have no friends, I was thrilled at this prospect. “Hey Monica, how’s the fundraiser?” She asked as soon as she took the call. “You know save something or someone, as usual” she laughed. “You bored? We’re all at Revolution, in the VIP room, you should join us!” Oh the new club that just opened, sounds intriguing I thought. “Sure, I’ll be there shortly.” I said walking out the door. “Awesome, I’ll put your name on the list. Just tell them you’re my guest.”
Amanda was the daughter of a famous producer. She knew anyone and everyone who needed to be known. It amazed me how she ended up in a shitty marriage. If it were me, I’d be bouncing around from actor to actor. She had that ability. I paid my cab fare and got out to see a line around the block to get in. I walked up to the big bald man, who I presumed was the bouncer. “Monica Freedman. I’m a guest of Amanda Edmonds” I said to him. He looked at his sheet, then unhooked the velvet rope to let me in. I could get used to this I thought. When I walked in the place was packed. People drinking and dancing. Looked like a lot of younger up and comings or those who had wealthy families. I found the VIO section and walked through a curtain to be met with another big bouncer. Before I could say anything I hear Amanda from behind him “Let her in, she’s with me.” As soon as I walked passed the bouncer Amanda grabbed me and gave me a hug. “Most of the people here are suck up, want-to-bes. It’s nice to have someone real here with me!” She said as she pulled me to an area with a couple of couches filled with people. I recognized some of them. Actors, actresses, producers, and a few singers. We walked over to one couch that had a couple of people I didn’t know, but also had Samantha Riches, a singer, Curtis Moen, an actor and Devon Carter, another actor. Wow these people are almost better looking in person then on the tv or stage. Amanda did a couple of quick introductions then ordered us some drinks. We sat down between Curtis and Devon. Amanda looked like she was in to Devon so I sat next to Curtis. For his age, he was still so damn sexy. But, I thought I had read somewhere he was engaged. I’m sure some hearts broke at that news. I talked with Amanda for a little while then she said her and Devon were going to go dance. “You food here?” She asked as she stood up. “She’s fine, Mandy, go have fun!” Curtis answered before I could. She looked at me and I nodded, “yes, I’m fine”.
Curtis was making small talk, but I kept thinking about his hand on my knee. It was kind of a turn on. I mean, I’m a married woman, dating a man married to someone else, yet this gorgeous actor seemed in to me. Who cares if he’s engaged right? He’s not married yet. I could only get bits and pieces of what he was saying since it was so loud in there. He finally yelled “Do you went to go somewhere quiet?” I nodded quickly, “yes”. He grabbed my hand and led me out the back door. “I sometimes hate these places. It gets too loud!” He said once we were in the alley. I started to feel a little funny. I didn’t think I drank that much, I was starting to feel beyond drunk. “I think I need to get home” I said, feeling nauseous “I’m not feeling so well”. “Ok, let me get my driver back here.” He said as he pulled out his phone.
Next thing I know I’m being carried through a hall way. I didn’t recognize any of the surroundings, just that it was Curtis carrying me. He stopped at a door and unlocked it. It looked like a hotel room. I tried to talk, but couldn’t get anything coherent to come out. He laid me on the bed and disappeared to the bathroom. I tried to move. I couldn’t. I couldn’t feel any part of my body. He came back out. “How are you feeling?” He asked. I tried to make words, but just mumbled. “Ah good. The drugs are working.” He smiled an evil smile then he moved to the night stand and grabbed condoms and handcuffs. f**k. What the hell is happening? He walked back over so that he was standing over me. Things were kind of fuzzy. I can’t tell is this is a dream or if it’s actually happening. He proceeded to take all my clothes off, then shifted me up towards the headboard. The then took my hands and handcuffed them to the headboard. I blacked out again.
I awoke again to Curtis on top of me and inside of me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. He kept thrusting harder and faster. Grabbing and squeezing my breasts as he did. I could feel tears rolling down the sides of my eyes. Then I noticed I had something covering my mouth. I tried to move in protest, but still couldn’t move. I looked at his face. His eyes were dark and empty. I closed my eyes and prayed he’d be done soon. Then blacked out again. The second time I woke, he had moved me. This time I was face down on the bed with my legs hanging off the edge. He had his d**k in me and something else in my ass. I was able to let out a muffled scream and he just leaned over and whispered in my ear “shhh baby, fighting it makes it worse.” At this point, whatever was in my ass was quickly replaced with his d**k. I cried out again as he began to pound harder and harder. I don’t know if it was pain or drugs that made me black out again, I just know that when I woke, I was at home, fully dressed and on my couch.
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