Stricken Rock Series: Complete Box Set

by S. K. Logsdon

  James smiles so wide and I knew this is why he wanted me here. “Yes, Ma’am,” Davis says militantly.

  “I’ve got my vest, Emily, I’ll take it off if you want it. But it’s going to be big. But it should help some. Plus I don’t think he’s having sex with her on that chair. I think she’s giving him a hand job. But that’s not much better.” James informs me and slides off his shirt, it’s not time to be ogling his thick chest but I can’t help but look a little. He un-Velcro’s his vest, slides it over his head and puts it over mine. It’s big but it’s better than nothing.

  “Ok boys, here goes nothing and if one of them men hit me, I want you to lay them out. I can handle a woman. My dad wasn’t a round a lot as a kid but I watched a lot of wrestling and he wrestled with me when he was home. So I’m good if it comes to that, okay?”

  They both nod and we open the door to orgy WWIII.

  I stalk past the couches where the boys are going at it and I find the stupid bitch with her hands on my man and the other isn’t tonguing him anymore, he’s got his fingers fucking her pussy.

  “HEY!” I yell and his eyes open wide when he sees me. The other two look at me dumbstruck.

  “Get off of him now.” I glace at the blonde bouncing on his lap. “And you better stop fucking her pussy. NOW!” I scream, my face on fire. The bitch on his lap doesn’t want to move and he’s in complete shock. The music is loud but I let it go because I am going to wrangle them one by one. I don’t need to get jumped by these disgusting whores.

  “I’m only going to say this one more motherfucking time, bitch, you get off his lap or I will fucking make you. Do I make myself clear?” She grips his cock and gives me the nastiest look. Johnathan is still, he hasn’t moved. He knows he’s been caught red-handed. And I am going to MURDER his ass. James is right behind me, for support.

  “Ok, bitch, lets plays this your way.” I look back to James he gives me the nod to go ahead and I have at this bitch. I grab her by her fake dyed hair and rip her off of his lap. She squeals and tries to make me let go of her hair. Slapping my hands away. I’ve got it hard and I yank her to the wall. I’m about three inches shorter than her but with being drunk and stupid means I got the upper hand. I have to make this one count so all the other bitches who see this will realize I’m not one to mess with. I let go of her hair and I push her hard against the wall. She rears back her face red pouring with tears and she charges at me. James goes to grab her but I push him out of the way and fake a left. Hell yeah! Football does come in handy. She gets past me and goes to turn around and I push her violently from behind making her fall to her knees. I tackle her from behind and sit in the middle of her back pushing her face to the ground with all my strength. I snatch up her arm and wrench it behind her fucking scrawny back and push her face into the planes floor. She can’t move and if she does I will break her damn arm.

  “Now, bitch, I fucking told you I would let you do this the nice way or the hard way. You decided to do it the hard way. You want to touch my man’s cock with your dirty slut fingers then you’re lucky I don’t break them.” I grab one and pull hard and she screams for me to let her go.

  I’m not paying attention but all of a sudden the music goes off. James is still by my side and the entire orgy has frozen and they’re all staring glassy-eyed drunk at me.

  “HELLO, BOYS!” I yell red faced and fucking pissed. They’re all dumbstruck.

  “So I’m only to say this once. And you all better listen the fuck up. I gave this blonde bitch the NICE option” I rub her face into the ground harder and she cries out. “And she decided NOT to listen to me. Soooooo… All you fucking slut bag bitches on this motherfucking plane except JASMINE are going to get dressed and get your shit, and Davis over there,” I point to him by the door. He does a little wave, “Is going to escort you away from my band. IF ANY OF YOU decide to defy my requests. I will PERSONALLY fuck your face up! Do you understand me!? And for all you stupid men in the band, INCLUDING STACY, are going to STAY on this plane and guess what fellas?! We are going to have ourselves a little party called EMILY REEMS YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASSES UNTIL I DECIDE I’m done! Do you get me!?

  They all groan collectively.

  “Ok, good. Now bitches get to movin’ because James my man over here is going to time you and if you’re not out of here in three minutes I’m going to personally throw you out myself.”

  All the woman get up and they dash around the room like their lives depend on it. One by one they are by Davis who takes them out and the only one left is the one I’m sitting on.

  “So, buttercup…if I let you up are you going to play nice like the rest of the sluts or am I going to show you what this pregnant body can do?” I ask her pissed off and acid clinging to every word. I am fucking raving mad but I am a BADASS! Hell yeah!

  She tries to nod I think. “What I didn’t hear you?”

  “Yes, I will leave if your bitch ass gets off of me.” She says, her mouth close to the floor.

  “You can ask all the men on this plane if I allow people to talk to me like that and get away with it. THE ANWSER IS NO! So either you answer nicely and treat me with a little respect because I caught your hands on my man’s cock. Or I will break each and every one of your fucking fingers one at a time.” I say calmly and sadistically.

  She scoffs a laugh. “Your man is the one who wanted my hands on his cock, bitch.” She spits.

  “Way wrong answer!” I sock her hard in the shoulder blade and she cries out in pain. Her shoulder’s red. I can smell her rank pussy and B.O. I can’t believe Johnathan had this ladies hand on him. It is so unsanitary. Yuck!

  “Would you like to try that again?” I ask with an attitude. I still have her arm pressed behind her back and I’m sitting on her and I know she can’t move. So all I’ve got is time.

  “Hit me again and see that I sue your ass for all your stinking pussy is worth.” She scoffs again. Man, she’s a tough nut to crack. All the boys are watching with eyes wide. Nobody has said a word to me and the rest of the women are now gone so now it’s me and blondie.

  “Hey, James, we have a rouge bitch over here who thinks she can party with the big leagues. Can you please hand me those pants over there? They’re the only ones who have to be hers.” I point to the jeans with holes on them piled next to her cheap Walmart bra.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He says and grabs the pants, walks them over and hands them to me.

  “Can you please be a dear my sweet James and fish through her pockets and look for a cell phone?”

  “What the fuck do you want my number, bitch? You could’ve just asked, and for your info I don’t lick pussies. You dyke.” She barks.

  “Sorry, baby, I maybe part dyke but my woman is a hundred times hotter and richer than you, and she can fuck me better than your nasty ass could on her worst day.”

  “Yeah, well, you couldn’t keep your man happy enough so he didn’t have to come and fuck another woman. You’re such a nasty whore.” She says.

  What a weak comeback, seriously. Even I could do better than that one.

  I lean down. “Well, I must be doing something right then if I have a hot as hell girlfriend who owns one of the biggest ad agencies in the country, and my boyfriend, who maybe a cheater, is the hottest rock star in the world. Oh, and I’m having his babies. Damn that just sounds so bad doesn’t it? And you’re a slut groupie with nothing to show for it.” I whisper nastily in her ear.

  She doesn’t say a word. She’s probably coming up with some stupid comeback so I take her phone from James and I search through her contacts.

  “I guess it’s time to call Mommy and tell her what her poor daughters been doing.”

  “Don’t you fucking call my mom!” she yells.

  “I wouldn’t have to if you’d leave willingly. But I’ll give you till the count of ten to get up and leave and admit defeat or I will be having a lovely conversation with your mom about you fucking with my man and all that fun stuff.” I sass.

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��Fine.” She growls pissed off.

  “James, honey, could you be a dear and hold her here so I can get up and don’t get hit? Then see her ass out. I’d appreciate it.” I say overly sweet for show. I know he gets it.

  He does what I ask and I get off of the bitch and he holds her down and he’s like five times my size. I go into the bathroom and wash my face and take off his vest. What an adrenaline rush. I am a bad ass and I am going to have to go kick some more ass in a second. But I’ll give him a chance to get her out of the plane so I don’t have to see her again. I might hurt her more if she’s not gone.

  Knock. Knock.

  “If it not James or Davis I don’t want to hear it.” I say rudely.

  “It’s just me, I wanted to let you know…”

  I open the door.

  “Let you know that Davis has taken her and we’ve locked up the cabin again. She’s got some good rug burns on her face and I think a cracked lip but I think she’ll be okay.”

  He clasps me on my shoulder. “You were amazing back there. I am very proud of you. I couldn’t have done that. I would’ve gotten some hefty assault charges because I’m a man. But I’m glad you handled it as well as you did.”

  I push his vet into his chest. “If you think I handled it well your even crazier than I am.” I laugh loudly and so does he.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  I walk back through the hall to the main cabin, it’s eerily quiet. Nobody has moved or said a damn thing since I busted their party like a cop. It’s like when your mom walks in on your masturbating you freak out and freeze. But it’s worse because I’m not as nice as a mom. I grab up all the clothes that are lying on the floor in my path.

  Johnathan is sitting on the Captain’s chair turned toward everyone else, his face is blank and white as a ghost. Price is on the couch, D’s sat down next to Johnathan on a chair, Stacy’s in a chair. Jasmine’s on the couch now and Keith is on the couch next to Jasmine. Davis, James and I are the only ones standing. Every male is mostly naked. Jasmine’s topless. So… first things first.

  “Okay, let’s start with getting dressed I don’t need to see a bunch of wangs and a pair of tits.” I order and throw the clothes onto the floor into a big pile and back away. “Go on!” I yell.

  They all scramble and grab their belongings and tug them on without a sound. It’s kind of cool in a weird way that I have this kind of power.

  ‘If you want it tonight, I’ll give you the red light special all through the night.’

  My phone sings in my pocket. I pull it out.

  “Hey, baby.” I answer.

  “Well…hello. I was calling to see what you were up to and if you got my flowers?” Claire asks in her lovely voice. It is such a bad time but they can wait.

  “I loved the flowers, Claire, and the chocolates were divine. But right now is not the best time to talk babe.”

  “Are you alright? You seem a little jumpy.”

  She is so damn sweet! Why can’t I be around this woman all the time? That would be better than what I am dealing with right now.

  “I’m standing in a plane at LAX about to kill five men who I found having a seven-woman orgy. James had to call me in as backup and I had to rip a woman off of dumb fuck’s lap. She was jacking him off and he was fingering another’s pussy. Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me you ‘I told ya so.’ I think I got the full view.”

  “Oh God. Are you okay, Emily? I can come if you need me. She didn’t hurt you did she? What the fuck were they thinking?” she asks almost frantic.

  Dammit, I shouldn’t have worried my woman. What was I thinking? Stupid Emily, real stupid!

  “Babe, calm down. I’m fine, the babies are fine. I kicked the shit out of her. Well not literally. I yanked her by her hair and threw her onto the ground and sat on her and pounded on her a bit. But we’re all good. James was my back up. So you know I was good. I don’t know what they were thinking. I will get to that in a minute. So let me call you back later with the four- one-one okay?”

  “Okay, be safe and kick there asses for me too, okay?”

  “Will do, sweetie.”

  And I click end.

  “Okay, you stupid fuckers, what the hell were you thinking? First off you don’t transport sluts from one city to the next. Do your fuckin’ in the city you’re in. Leave the sluts behind. That’s not that hard to get. Now they have to find a way home because I’m not helping them.” I stand in the middle of the room commanding attention. My hand on my hip and I am beyond steaming pissed!

  “Second… Jasmine.” I stare at her. “You. Are. Fired!”

  She looks at me and rears back her head. “You can’t fire me, you don’t have the authority.” She blurts like she thinks she has the upper hand.

  “Yeah, well, I’ve got news for you sugarplum. There’s a new mama in this motherfucking house and I am running this show. Including your payroll so you’ve gotta go.” I point to the door. Damn, I sound like a black woman with an attitude. I’m awesome! I should seriously watch some more Poetic Justice and Set it Off to get some more good ways to deal with these jerks. And NO I’m not being racist. I’m envious if anything.

  She scoffs a laugh. “Are you crazy? You have no authority, Emily. And I’m not leaving because I’m not fired. So you better get on with your stupid lecture.” She waves her hand to the rest of the men. Like I’m to get on with it.

  I stare at Johnathan. “So dickwad cheater face. Do I or do I not have the official authority to fire her ass?” I point to the bitch that I’ve hated forever.

  “Yes, you can do whatever you want as long as you don’t leave me.” He says lowly, his face drooping.

  “See, Jasmine, now get the fuck out.” I point to the door again.

  She stands and cusses a bunch and finally Davis escorts her out of the plane leaving me with five very bad men.

  “Okay D, Price, and Keith. You all know better than to bring bitches back with you right?”

  They all nod.

  “We’re sorry, Red. We all got drunk and stayed up all night partying with these chicks and when it was time to leave it took Davis a long time to get us into the cars to drive us to the airport. We brought em with us. I know I fucked up. I’m sorry.” D says.

  Holy shit! He’s the first to actually apologize. Who would have thought?

  “You all realize that the bodyguards are to PROTECT YOU, not to BABY SIT you. RIGHT? James had to call me to take care of your asses because he couldn’t. I was at home in my underwear, eating chocolate, watching Free Willy. You guys ruined up my day pulling this shit.”

  “Well if you would have answered my calls or my texts this wouldn’t have happened.” Johnathan mumbles under his breath but I catch it all clearly.

  I stalk over to him and I slap him across the face. The sound echoes in the plane and everyone’s eyes widen.

  He grabs his face. “What the fuck?” he barks

  “Don’t you speak to me that way, ever! You cheated on me AGAIN!” I slap him again on the other cheek.

  “Stop it, Emily.” He snaps angry.

  I slap him again. “Stop what, asshole? Stop loving you? Nope. Stop caring? That’s not going to happen even if I prayed all night long for a fucking month. What are you going to do?” I slap him again.

  “That is enough!” he yells.

  “What’s enough?” I smack him again.

  “Don’t you fucking smack me again or I’ll…or I’ll.” He growls his face his red from my hand and from being pissed off. His hands are clinched on the arm of the chair, his jaw tightened. He looks tense as hell.

  “Or you’ll what, asshole? Hit me? Break my heart? Cheat on me? Knock me up? Ruin me? Fuck with my head? Sorry to break it to ya, dick wad, you’ve already done all those. So what’s next? Killing our children? That’s all I’ve got left that you can take.” I say angrily under my breath.

  I can feel myself breaking down. The adrenalin is draining and I know soon I will be a big crying heap on the floor. I
have to keep it together just a little longer. I can’t believe him! It’s one thing, after another, after another. And he can’t lie his way out of this one. I saw it all. Every single bit of it.

  James comes up and wraps his arms around me tugging me to his chest. He knows I’m about to lose it. I know I’m about to lose it. What the fuck is wrong with Johnathan? He needs help. Bad!

  “Don’t you fucking touch her, James! Get your hands off her!” Johnathan yells and jerks up out of his seat.

  Johnathan grabs my arm and I can smell the whiskey on his breath.

  “Let go of her arm, Johnathan.” James warns.

  “She’s my fucking woman, you stop holding her and I will let go of her fucking arm asshole.” He yells and holds onto me tighter, it hurts. He’s drunk. I wince trying to tug away from his grip.

  “I’m going to warn you one more time, Johnathan, and if you don’t YOU WILL be sorry. Let go of Emily.” James warns with a darker deeper voice this time. Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without him.

  Deacon walks up. “J man, I know you’re drunk but you don’t want to go hurting your girl because your being an asshole. Let her go. You’ve fucked with her enough today. Seriously.” D says nicely and puts his hand on J’s arm. The one that’s holding onto me.

  Johnathan looks at D and back at me and drops his hand. My arm is bright red. He sees what he’s done to me again and he falls back into his chair and covers his face, instantly breaking into tears.

  “I’m so sorry, baby! I’m so sorry! Fuck!” he sobs.

  “Do you want to leave?” James asks still holding onto me. His hands tucked around my lower back with my arms under his, cupping his shoulder blades.