****** Just Got Paid by Jenna Ink ******
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Just Got Paid


"I think she's gorgeous," he sighed, glaring at the female fan. "She's
natural."

"Natural?" his band-mate asked.

"Naturally beautiful... She's not overdone."

"You sound like my mother," the bassist laughed and sauntered off.

"Security," the guitarist beckoned. "Go give this pass to that young lady over
there."

He smirked and sat back on the couch, waiting for his plan to take shape.

* * * *

The aftershow party was as wild as usual. Todd sat anxiously awaiting the
arrival of the female he'd spotted down in the front rows only an hour before.
She'd been a pure vision of heaven, in a tainted, groupie world. Brunette hair,
long sinewy legs, and a smile that stayed with him even through the barrage of
women who were currently throwing themselves at him.

She joined the party, taking a place on a sofa alongside her overdone friend.
When the entourage began to shift from the backstage area to the band's bus and
hotel rooms, Todd approached the young vixen. Though she showed no direct
sexual interest, she was kind and friendly, and accompanied Todd to the bus.

* * * *

"I'll pay you," he blurted. "I want you that bad."

She frowned. "I have a boyfriend and the bottom line is, I'm not interested in
you."

"I'll pay you $500. That's everything I have."

"You want to pay me to have sex with you?"

"Yes," he smiled.

Her eyes scanned the bus, no one was around. Her heart wasn't interested in
this man in the least, but her little mind screamed that passing up $500 for an
hour's worth of fraudulence was a big mistake. She feared regret and she feared
accepting the proposition.

"Well?" he questioned.

"I don't know," she sighed. "I think it's a bad idea."

"Straight up sex," he urged. "Nothing kinky or extreme. When we're done, you
take the $500 and go back to your boyfriend."

"I...." she stammered, "I just can...."

"Can't?" he questioned, his eyes pleading.

"I want the money," she frowned. "I need the money."

"I want you. It works out perfectly," he smiled.

"I.... I.... You won't tell anyone?" she asked, her face filled with confusion,
concern, and a tinge of excitement.

"Who could I tell?" he asked. "I don't know any of your friends or family, and
you don't know mine," he offered. He was right.

"I'll do it," she sighed. "But not here," she offered, scanning the tour bus
with her eyes.

"How about the hotel?" he beamed.

"That's fine," she smiled.

* * * *

The hotel decor was a dark royal blue, accented by cream colored walls and
paisley bedspreads. It was furnished with some of the nicest oak furniture
she'd ever seen, and for a moment, her fear escaped her and she felt a bit like
a princess.

"This is awkward," Amanda smiled.

"Just relax," he urged. "Have a beer."

Amanda took the offered can and reclined into the posh arm chair that sat
beside the hotel's humongous glass window. The view was amazing; it overlooked
the entire city and kept a peaceful, watchful eye on the dimming lights of the
slowly calming town. Somewhere below, Amanda's small Toyota was parked in the
large garage, awaiting her return.

Todd's fingers tapped anxiously on the table that lay between the pair. "So,
you're a writer?" he asked, searching for a potential discussion.

"I'm a freelance journalist, yes," Amanda answered quickly, sharply.

"What sort of things do you write about?"

"Is this really necessary?" she snapped.

Todd shook his head and stood. "I was just trying to make conversation," he
offered.

"I'm sorry," Amanda pleaded. "I think this may be a bad idea."

She rose and stepped away from the table.

"Please don't go," Todd frowned. He reached his hand out to touch Amanda's soft
arm.

Amanda smiled weakly. "We're not here for conversation, are we?"

"No," Todd sighed.

"Show me the money," Amanda quipped.

"Excuse me?" Todd was caught off guard.

"The $500, show it to me."

Todd reached into his wallet and pulled out a hunk of money. He placed it
roughly onto the table and reclaimed his chair, staring off into the city of
lights that was playing host to this evenings festivities. The city, Todd
realized, that had brought Amanda to him.

When she finished counting, Todd watched as Amanda kicked off her heels and sat
on the bed that occupied the center of the room.

"Well?" she questioned.

Todd walked over and sat gently on the bed. "You're beautiful," he smiled,
running a hand through Amanda's brunette locks.

* * * *

"Am I hurting you?" Todd heaved as his thrusts grew in speed and power.

"No," Amanda strained. "It feels good."

Todd continued to pound into the small female, watching as each thrust brought
a new (unamused) expression to her young face.

His strokes grew more aggressive, speeding to a frenzied pace that caused
Amanda's ample breasts to bob with each of Todd's movements. He lowered his
lips to kiss her, feeling the sensuality of the moment.

"Don't kiss me," she squeaked.

"Why not?"

"Just fuck me and get it over with," she sighed.

Todd stopped, raised himself off the listless female, and sat on the edge of
the bed. He said nothing, though rage was brewing in the depths of his
innermost soul.

"What's wrong?" Amanda questioned, concerned.

Todd pivoted and glared at the naked brunette.

"What?" Amanda huffed.

"I'm paying you for this," Todd grew angrier, trying to control the rage but
failing. "You're laying there like a dead dog."

"You didn't say I had to like it," Amanda challenged. She exuded a certain
haughty confidence, but inside, she realized she was picking a battle she
couldn't win.

Todd grinned lasciviously. "We'll just have to change the rules then, won't
we?"

Amanda shrugged.

The male scratched his chin, rose from the bed, and padded the room naked. He
paused at the door, locking the deadbolt into place. The noise chilled Amanda's
spine with its prominence throughout the silence.

"You put out and you enjoy it," Todd stated firmly, matter-of-factly, "or I can
pick up the phone and call my buddies in the room next door."

Amanda frowned. It was a weak threat.

Todd placed his sinewy frame in front of her, blocking the view of the only
exit the room offered-- the deadbolted door. "So, are we going to fuck?"

There was no answer.

"It's really very simple," Todd continued. "You fuck me willingly or I have to
take other measures to get what I was promised."

Amanda felt a chill creep over her skin.

"So?" Todd demanded.

"I.... I'll give you you're money back," the young girl frowned. She was
visibly shaken by the male's mood switch. "I just want to go home and forget
this happened."

"That's not an option," the guitarist smiled.

"Todd," Amanda started, but Todd had begun to stroke his erection, pointing it
toward the girl's open mouth.

"Todd, stop," she laughed nervously.

"Suck it," the male ordered.

Amanda openly disobeyed the order. Within seconds, Todd had brandished her with
a hard smack across the face, bringing tears from the stunned girl.

"Let's try this again," Todd reiterated.

"Please," Amanda sobbed, inching further and further back on the messed hotel
bed.

"There's a lot of things I could spend $500 on," Todd smiled as he placed
himself on top of the cowering female, forcing his erection into her vagina.

"Todd, stop."

He thrust forward several times, then pulled out, flipping the girl over onto
her stomach.

"I've always wanted to do this," Todd laughed, placing the head of his penis at
the entrance to Amanda's ass.

Amanda let out a scream, fidgeting under Todd's weight.

"Does it hurt?" he asked the unresponsive female.

"I would think this would hurt you," he added, driving his entire length into
her tight little ass.

The girl just sobbed, her mascara running all over the once perfectly starched
sheets.

When he could stand it no more, Todd let his load shoot into Amanda's ass, the
overflow oozing out slowly as the young girl wept.

Todd smiled, smacked the girl's ass, and reached for his wallet. "I could get
that any night from any whore on the road," he smirked, tossing $100 at the
brunette. "Thanks, anyway."

He dressed, left the room, and Amanda never saw him again. She showered,
dressed, and walked alone to her Toyota, parked in the immense garage below the
place of her rape. The drive home was silent, save for the sound of her own
sobs, and the scenario she replayed 100 times in her mind, wondering how it
went so horribly wrong.

No matter, she tried to convince herself; at least I got paid.

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