Even though Helen normally had a voracious sexual appetite once she got going, she could barely keep up with his demands. By the time morning came she was exhausted, and felt totally invaded in every orifice – Jack had used his rampant cock to such great effect that no part of her body was left unexplored by it. A hot shower before she left for home didn’t even come close to making her feel better. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but she knew she couldn’t because she was teaching all day.
It wasn’t until the evening that she had time to think about the previous night’s events, the latter of which she reminisced about with enjoyment. As her nipples hardened she thought more about the details of what had happened in Jack’s bedroom. However, her enthusiasm was short-lived when she remembered that all their talking had been about mutual friends, bands and music. At no time, had Jack made her a concrete offer of a deal or anything beneficial to the band – she’d been pushed over by him. Helen cursed her stupidity as she suddenly became aware that she’d given it up far too soon.
Chapter Four
When there was no further contact from Jack, Helen began to get impatient and angry - and felt just a bit used. After talking about it to the rest of the band, she agreed to chase him up. As before he picked up her call almost immediately. Suddenly, she was very nervous but was determined to be assertive and push hard for what she wanted. After saying hello, she asked him, if he had any thoughts about signing up The Curves.
“Yes I’m interested,” he responded coldly. “But I’m rather busy, so I haven’t got time to see you right now. Could I get back to you next week?” To her extreme annoyance he rang off without even saying good-bye, then there followed a frustrating wait to hear from him. She was debating whether she should ring him again, then her phone went one morning. She picked up to find him on the line.
“Can you get together your band with your manager, if you have one and come and see me?” Although she was very excited she tried to play it cool, before agreeing and asking for the address of his office. When she heard him say, “No I’d like to hear you play again so bring your stuff with you to my house, and have a jam in the studio downstairs,” she couldn’t stay detached any longer, and thanked him profusely before arranging a time to visit.
Next she rang her friend Dave, who as well as driving the band to gigs, doubled as their manager. He was the one who worked his butt off in his free time, maintaining their website and keeping in touch with the fans via social media. She thought he could hear the good news first, before the rest of the band. They were as ecstatic as she was and met up that very same evening to celebrate.
“So did you let him in your knickers, when you had that drink with him?” Dave asked with a grin.
Helen’s smile was all the answer he needed, although she wouldn’t give out any details other than she would quite like to repeat the experience at some point in the future. “What’s with that little guy – he must have a monster sized cock to have you wanting to go back for more?” Paul said as the other band members laughed loudly, and continued ribbing her about it for the rest of the evening.
They arrived at Jack’s house at the appointed time, to find him waiting for them with another two men who he introduced as the fellow owners of the Big Log record label, before saying, “Let’s go downstairs and hear you play.”
Once they had set up, they kicked off with their own compositions, which Helen performed like a pro. As she worked the mike, she made it clear to Jack that it was him, she was singing to, getting wet between the legs while her engorged labia chafed against her panties. The thought of how he’d gotten her on all fours and lingeringly taken her from behind while he roughly kneaded and squeezed her breasts, made her nipples so hard that they hurt as they rubbed against her bra. When she felt her juices leaking out on to her jeans, she hoped that any staining didn’t show.
By the time the band had finished their jam, she was so excited she was gagging to be fucked by Jack again. If there had been no one else around she would have jumped him, there and then. She knew that she shouldn’t be letting him have her so easily, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how good the sex with him had been - she wanted to go back for more. If it was the last thing she did, she knew she had to sleep with him again.
However, as they had a beer and chatted, she was reminded of how precarious their future was as Jack finally laid it on the line to the band.
“I’m going to level with you lot. Guitar bands are not big right now. Funk and retro soul are very in, and electronic rubbish is what a lot of youngsters are listening to these days, although rock and post-punk still has a significant amount of interest. Your sound is great, and I like you - I believe you all have real talent. That’s the musician in me talking. However, the two guys I’ve got with me are business men, and they know what’s hot right now, and they are telling me to proceed with caution. I'm going to help you get some gigs to keep you going, but I’m not giving you a deal yet. If you want that, you guys are going to have work with me, then we’ll talk about a sign up later.”
Like the rest of the band, Helen would have agreed to anything if it meant that they could keep going, and nodded her head to show she understood.
“Okay now I’m assuming that you all have day jobs. Don’t give them up yet! You can come into the studio to jam in the evenings, just call me to arrange times. I’ve got a couple of other bands that come in too, so don’t think you can turn up when you feel like it. One more thing Helen - if you want a sign up, from this day forwards your clothes stay on at gigs. All of you are fine musicians, and I want people coming to hear you play, not to see the lead singer’s tits. Do I make myself clear?”
“Sure” she replied. “Anything you say!”
However, Jack’s next words snapped her out of her compliant state when he said, “I’m trying not to think with my dick, like your fans do. You’re a wild thing in the sack, and we had a fantastic session. Now I’m thinking of investing time and possibly a lot of cash in the band; we want some return! This is a small indie record label, and we don’t want to waste money!”
As Jack’s colleagues and the other band members began to laugh, Helen saw red. She was absolutely furious. There was no way she was letting this conceited man speak to her like that, even if he was blinding in the sack.
“Fuck you, you arrogant prick. Stick your deal up your arse!” she said and stormed out. She was so angry that she decided there was no way she was going to sign up with this guy’s record label or have anything to do with him again, in or out of bed.
Chapter Five
Jack was as good as his word. When he rang her a few days later to say he’d spoken to a contact and got the band in as a support act at a gig in The Dublin Castle in Camden, Helen swallowed her pride. Perhaps letting the short guy into her knickers so easily was worth it to keep The Curves going, she’d certainly had a good time that night. However, she wasn’t about to have sex with him again after the horrible way he’d spoken to her in public, even though she’d loved the things they had got up to. No way. What a self-opinionated twat he was.
The Curves practiced in his studio most nights. However, apart from coming down to listen to them, and give feedback about their performance, he made no attempt to get Helen alone. Although she was still determined that the sex with him would be nothing more than a one off, she couldn’t help feeling a little bit put out. Memories of the night she’d spent with him, and the things they had done together kept coming into her mind and making her nipples harden at the most inconvenient times.
At last, the night of the gig arrived. As the band stepped out on stage, they were confident they would knock the audience dead. However, as they played their set, Helen could see that a lot of them were talking amongst themselves, and were obviously just tolerating their act until the headline band came on. More than anything, she hated being ignored when she was performing.
There was one sure-fire way to get their attention so Helen slid her jacket off. All eyes faced front immed
iately, as she teased them by lifting up her top just a little. Then she did her favourite trick of rubbing her guitar head against her denim covered crotch, as her nipples started to harden. Finally, her T-Shirt came off followed by her bra. As she’d done many times before, Helen finished up the gig topless with her jeans soaking wet between her legs. As she walked off, the listeners roared their appreciation, but when she caught Jack’s eye, she knew he was not amused.
However, when she put her clothes back on and joined the rest of the group at the bar for a beer, he seemed very happy with them when he came over saying he would like to buy them a round. He went on to say, “Well done; I think you’ve asserted yourself with that performance.” Helen relaxed thinking that now they were on the way up, she could apologise to him later. If she promised never to get her tits out again, he would be fine. So when he suggested she went to his house the following day on her own, to try out some of his compositions to see if they would work with her voice, she readily agreed thinking that she could make things right with him then.
Chapter Six
In the morning, Helen woke up thinking that it wasn’t such a good idea to go around to Jack’s place by herself, and tried to think of an excuse she could give to cancel. In the end, she took the easy way out, and sent him a text saying she didn’t feel well. There was no response for a while, then her mobile went off late in the afternoon. She picked up to find Jack on the line. After asking how she was, he suggested that she go to see him the following evening. She still had her misgivings about going into his home without someone else with her, but was reassured when he mentioned he would have some friends rehearsing in the studio downstairs.
Helen turned up at Jack’s house at just after six, feeling fairly confident that they were only going to talk music and nothing else. After all, if there were other people in the property, he would be unlikely to try for a repeat performance of what had happened previously. However, when he invited her into his living room, not the studio, she still did not feel totally at ease with him. As she sat down, she saw a pile of sheet music, and asked if this was what he wanted her to look at.
“Yes,” he said. “I wanted to make it big when I was younger, but I never had the luck, and if I’m honest the talent. That’s why I changed direction and became a talent scout. Then later, I teamed up with the guys you met the other day, and we started up our own label. However, I still do some composing, and play guitar to relax. I just wanted to hear how my work sounds when you sing it.”
Helen thought she could apologise for getting topless at the gig, before they talked about his music and said, “Jack, I'm really sorry about the other night. You are right; the band is better than that – I’m letting the guys down. I really don’t need to be so sleazy to get people to listen to us. From now on, I will be doing this, your way and that’s a promise.”
Then she started looking through Jack’s compositions, thinking that there was no way she would be interested in working with them. However, she decided she should ask the rest of the band what they thought before refusing outright. As she pondered on how best to tell Jack, she didn’t want to perform his stuff, she wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d gone for some minutes until she looked up and saw the expression on his face. It made her tremble with fear as she wondered what she’d done wrong. He didn’t speak for a few seconds, then he said:
“Damn right you won’t be taking your top off in public again. In future, the only man who will be seeing your tits is me. Do I make myself clear?”
Helen was so completely taken aback that she was unable to respond but when he said, “Do you fucking understand what I’m saying to you, you big-headed bitch? Your breasts belong to me,” she dipped her head a little to make a pretence of agreeing. In reality, she was frightened that she would be prevented from leaving if she tried to.
When he said, “Stand up you whore, and bend over that table” she knew what was coming next, and decided she would not submit to that kind of treatment. As she got up and started to walk he said, “Sure, there’s the door over there go anytime you want to; you're not a prisoner here. I’ve never forced a woman in my life. But, I can’t help you if you won’t listen to what I’m telling you. You have a mind of your own, and that’s great, but I know what’s best for you and the band. I’ve been in the music business for a long time. Sit down, shut up and listen to what I’ve got to say.”
Slowly, Helen complied, before Jack went on. “I’d like you to be instantly recognisable as Helen Dixon. Not a strip club version of Chrissie Hynde. You’re both Americans, but that’s where the similarity should end. She’s always been a great musician, there’s nothing wrong with being influenced by her, but be distinctive as yourself. So use less makeup and let your hair go back to its natural colour.”
Helen was very annoyed by these comments, and had no intention of changing her appearance. She liked the way she looked, so fuck what Jack thought. However, she pretended to agree by whispering she would have a think about it before he said, “If you want a deal, show us that you’re worth our investment. I’m convinced that the rest of the band are, but it’s you that I’m not sure about.” With that, tears pricked Helen’s eyes - she didn't know if the guys would be loyal to her if a sign up was on offer that excluded her.
Jack sat and watched her try to keep herself from crying for a few seconds, before quietly giving his original order again, “I told you to bend over my living room table.” Then Helen became aware that she had more immediate worries. Thinking she might just as well pander to this guy’s monstrous ego for the band’s sake and leave after, she did as he told her.
She was wearing a very short black denim skirt which allowed Jack to pull down her panties with no difficulty. He instructed her to step out of them, then lean forward and spread her legs out as far as she could so that the crack between her bare buttocks was spread wide.
Then as his first stinging wallop burned across Helen’s butt, she cried out in pain before waiting miserably to see if there would be any more. When nothing happened, she started to straighten up before being told to stay as she was. Then as another whack burned itself across the stripe made by the first blow, the tears began to come. Four more painful slaps followed, interspersed with periods where Jack stood back and smiled as he looked upon his handiwork.
When Jack dropped a soft, lingering kiss on her left buttock and stood back after he’d administered his sixth blow, Helen was sweating profusely and aching all over from being made to lie forward across his hard, marble table. The feel of his lips brushing against her bottom made her so wild with fury, she could have killed him right there and then.
Standing up, she pulled her panties back over her smarting ass cheeks wincing with agony as they rubbed over them. As she picked up her bag and jacket and headed for the door she shouted, “You perverted little bastard. What drugs are you taking, you crazy cunt? How dare you treat me this way? Fuck you.”
Being described as “little” was all it took to tip Jack over the edge. Anger and lust inflamed him as he grabbed Helen, and hauled her back into the living room and forced her head down so her face was level with his. Although she fought and struggled at first, gradually she relaxed and responded by putting her arms around his neck as he kissed her. When he pulled her panties back off before forcing her to her knees on the living room floor, she offered up no resistance as he unzipped, then took his big cock out and forced it inside her from behind. As he started pumping it deep into Helen’s vagina, the friction caused by his body rubbing against the very sore welts on her buttocks started to get her excited despite herself.
Even though they both knew that he shouldn’t be inside her with no condom on, things had gone too far. The bareback sensation was so damn good for both of them, there was no way they could stop themselves from doing this dangerous thing. Jack was determined to fuck Helen so thoroughly, that she wouldn’t know what time of day it was once he’d finished up with her. As he kept it coming, the pain from the vicious ca
rpet burns that developed on her knees became as unbearable as the slap marks on her red raw backside. Despite the discomfort she was in, and the indignity of being taken roughly from behind like a slut, Helen became excited like never before. She was unable to stop herself from rubbing her clit as Jack kept thrusting. Finally, she came in an explosion of feeling and intensity, hearing herself give a loud moan as she did so. However, Jack took his time with her. Just as she was starting to think he was never going to finish up, he ejaculated his hot thick sperm inside her with an animal-like grunt.
They both fell forward on to the carpet, and lay there exhausted. Helen was shattered but remembering that there were people in the studio, reminded Jack that they had better tidy themselves up as soon as possible in case someone wanted to come upstairs. Sure enough just as she was pulling up her panties, she heard someone trying the door from the basement, and realised that he’d locked it before she arrived.
Then as Helen went to leave the house via the front door, she walked away thinking that now she’d managed to escape, she would be better never to come back.
Chapter Seven
During the next couple of days, Helen’s sore arse and painful, scabbed knees were a constant reminder of what had happened between her and Jack. She looked back at those events with a sense of disbelief. Was she going mad to have let this man take her so roughly from behind on the living room floor like that? What had she been thinking of to let him inside her without a rubber on? How could she have submitted to being spanked like that?
The next time she saw Jack alone the first thing she asked him was, how often he did that kind of thing. She needed to know if she should get tested at the local sexual health clinic.
“I was going to ask you the very same thing; I don’t know where you’ve been you whore.” He gave her a lewd wink, as he replied.
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