in
me. Right Time’s publicist had advised me to stick with “no comment” or “please
respect my privacy at this time” and to ignore the whole scandal. It seemed to
be working. Well, I assumed it was. The band’s security was really good at
their jobs and not many of the media got through. But there’d be interviews
down the line. I knew it. At some point Zeck and I
had to come up with something more solid that “no comment”. Maybe with us
together the gossip would die down about him being an abuser…
With a sigh, I pushed open the door and entered the
empty room. A shiver ran up my spine at the odd silence. The club had closed
early due to the lack of people and the cleaners hadn’t been through yet, so
there were a few items here and there that had been left out but no actual
people around me. There was a strange chill to the air without all the women
who normally surrounded me in this room. The skin on the back of my neck
tingled, and I froze with my hand on the handle of my locker. Maybe I wasn’t as
alone as I’d first thought.
I began to turn around, but I didn’t get far before a
body hit my back and slammed me against the lockers. I gasped when a hand
wrapped in my hair, and my attacker leaned their weight against me.
“You bitch! How dare you take what’s mine!”
Monique . Of course. And she truly
was crazy. I tried to think about what I knew about narcissists. Sadly, it
wasn’t much at all. I wasn’t sure how long the men would chat before they came
looking for me when I didn’t return. Maybe I could keep her talking until they
came.
“ Zeck isn’t a bloody toy.
He’s a man fully capable of independent thought. You can’t just lay claim to him
like he’s a damn couch.”
I swallowed bile down as she moved in close enough her
breath heated my ear.
“I’ve put months into this. Pretending to like being
beaten so I could land someone like him. He’s the first man to come through
those doors that fits what I deserve. I will not let some little Australian
slut take what is rightfully mine. I’ve earned this, and dammit, I deserve it!”
I began trembling. Any doubt I may have held about Monique’s
mental health flew out the window. I was stuck alone with an unpredictable
crazy woman. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I couldn’t
wait to be saved. I needed to get myself out of this. I was bigger than Monique
and had more muscle, but I knew insanity could give people strength they didn’t
normally have.
“What? You have nothing to say to that? Of course not.
You know I’m right. You’re not even French. No way did that man come in here
looking for anything other than a French woman. A perfect female, not some
dumpy tourist.”
Her insult didn’t stick. I knew I had a few extra
pounds, but I also knew Zeck appreciated my curves.
Most men did. I knew a lot of women who were bigger that had self image issues,
but not me. I was completely comfortable with my size and curves. This club had
played a big part in that. Women and men of all shapes and sizes came here, and
they were all beautiful in their own way. It was only people like Monique that
were ugly, and that was due to her personality seeping through more than her
actual looks. Monique was technically beautiful. Pole thin, with fake DD boobs.
Her hair was artificially white blonde and dead straight. I wasn’t sure there
was anything about the woman that was as God had intended it to be. And she was
the least popular sub here. I figured the Doms had
all worked out she was just playing at being submissive. Only the sadists would
take her on for a scene.
“Guess you thought wrong. In fact, Zeck’s asked me to join him for the rest of the tour.”
I allowed my inner bitch to take over. I needed her
mad enough to lose her cool. This was not a time to be submissive, but a time
to let all my self defense training kick in. My words had the desired effect,
sending Monique into a rage. She pulled me away from
me. Right Time’s publicist had advised me to stick with “no comment” or “please
respect my privacy at this time” and to ignore the whole scandal. It seemed to
be working. Well, I assumed it was. The band’s security was really good at
their jobs and not many of the media got through. But there’d be interviews
down the line. I knew it. At some point Zeck and I
had to come up with something more solid that “no comment”. Maybe with us
together the gossip would die down about him being an abuser…
With a sigh, I pushed open the door and entered the
empty room. A shiver ran up my spine at the odd silence. The club had closed
early due to the lack of people and the cleaners hadn’t been through yet, so
there were a few items here and there that had been left out but no actual
people around me. There was a strange chill to the air without all the women
who normally surrounded me in this room. The skin on the back of my neck
tingled, and I froze with my hand on the handle of my locker. Maybe I wasn’t as
alone as I’d first thought.
I began to turn around, but I didn’t get far before a
body hit my back and slammed me against the lockers. I gasped when a hand
wrapped in my hair, and my attacker leaned their weight against me.
“You bitch! How dare you take what’s mine!”
Monique . Of course. And she truly
was crazy. I tried to think about what I knew about narcissists. Sadly, it
wasn’t much at all. I wasn’t sure how long the men would chat before they came
looking for me when I didn’t return. Maybe I could keep her talking until they
came.
“ Zeck isn’t a bloody toy.
He’s a man fully capable of independent thought. You can’t just lay claim to him
like he’s a damn couch.”
I swallowed bile down as she moved in close enough her
breath heated my ear.
“I’ve put months into this. Pretending to like being
beaten so I could land someone like him. He’s the first man to come through
those doors that fits what I deserve. I will not let some little Australian
slut take what is rightfully mine. I’ve earned this, and dammit, I deserve it!”
I began trembling. Any doubt I may have held about Monique’s
mental health flew out the window. I was stuck alone with an unpredictable
crazy woman. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I couldn’t
wait to be saved. I needed to get myself out of this. I was bigger than Monique
and had more muscle, but I knew insanity could give people strength they didn’t
normally have.
“What? You have nothing to say to that? Of course not.
You know I’m right. You’re not even French. No way did that man come in here
looking for anything other than a French woman. A perfect female, not some
dumpy tourist.”
Her insult didn’t stick. I knew I had a few extra
pounds, but I also knew Zeck appreciated my curves.
Most men did. I knew a lot of women who were bigger that had self image issues,
but not me. I was completely comfortable with my size and curves. This club had
played a big part in that. Women and men of all shapes and sizes came here, and
they were all beautiful in their own way. It was only people like Monique that
were ugly, and that was due to her personality seeping through more than her
actual looks. Monique was technically beautiful. Pole thin, with fake DD boobs.
Her hair was artificially white blonde and dead straight. I wasn’t sure there
was anything about the woman that was as God had intended it to be. And she was
the least popular sub here. I figured the Doms had
all worked out she was just playing at being submissive. Only the sadists would
take her on for a scene.
“Guess you thought wrong. In fact, Zeck’s asked me to join him for the rest of the tour.”
I allowed my inner bitch to take over. I needed her
mad enough to lose her cool. This was not a time to be submissive, but a time
to let all my self defense training kick in. My words had the desired effect,
sending Monique into a rage. She pulled me away from
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