Owned: An Alpha Anthology (53 page)

REED BY LESLEY JONES

3

I step out of the tranquillity and solitude of my bedroom and into what looks like a scene from a brothel or sex club. On the big plasma screen on the wall, one bloke’s being spit roasted between two others. The sound is down and Alex Gaudino’s ‘Destination Calabria’ is pulsing through the suite’s sound system.

The girls from the two couples we have invited are straddling their boyfriend’s laps, doing nothing more than kissing them. Oh dear, that just won’t do. The two girls we invited at the sound check earlier are obviously a little more adventurous. One is sitting, naked from the waist down on Jet’s face, the other is sucking his cock. Lara, the girl from the limo, is cutting a line of coke on the granite bench top in the kitchen area. The girl seriously has a problem!

The room is dimly lit by the giant fish tank built into the wall. The whole area is bathed in a beautiful blue light, only altering when the threesome on the telly changes position.

I sit in the wing-backed chair facing the huge sofa everyone is occupying and wait for them to realise I’m there.

The girl sitting on Jet’s face notices me first. She climbs off of him and walks toward me wearing nothing but a bra, one of her tits is hanging out and her makeup is smudged under her eyes. She looks anything but attractive, and I shake my head as she reaches toward my cock.

I’m wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I still haven’t decided yet if I’m going to take part, but if they all look as rough as the woman standing in front of me right now, I’m likely to go with a no. I’ll just take care of myself as I watch all of them carry out my orders. I get off on the power trip. Watching other people fuck, suck and lick because I’ve told them to, turns me on, or maybe, I’m just a perv who likes to watch other people having sex. Who knows? I’ve never discussed it with a professional and I never intend to. It works for me and that’s all I really care about.

Jet sits up and pulls the girl sucking his cock, out of his lap by her hair. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. The two couples are now all sitting side by side on the sofa, the girls on the inside, wedged between the blokes. One couple are grunger types, both have tats and piercings. The other two look like a pair of fitness freaks, all toned and tanned. She’s blonde with massive fake tits that are far too big for her skinny frame. He looks like Johnny Bravo from the cartoon show.

"What’re your name’s girls?" I watch Johnny straighten up. He doesn’t like me talking to his girl. Hmmm, interesting.

"Shayla," the little punk princess says first. I look across to Jet who’s sitting cross legged on the floor smoking a joint. She’s just his type, but then again, so is her boyfriend. Jet winks at me, he knows what I’m thinking and he gives a little nod.

"Lacy," the Barbie Doll adds while twirling her hair around her finger. She’s about twenty-five, not five. Does she seriously think that acting all cute and coy is gonna do things for me?

"You ever kissed a girl, Lacy?" She stops twirling her hair. Johnny shifts next to her and clears his throat. I think he likes that idea.

She nods her head. "Yeah, a few, back in college." She tilts her chin defiantly at me.

"I didn’t know that," Johnny says from beside her.

"You’ve never asked," Barbie replies.

"Did you like it?"

Oh, he really likes this idea, I’m gonna have some fun with these two.

She nods her head and smiles first at him, then at me. "It was different, much softer than with a man."

"Did you just kiss, or did you do more?" Johnny asks her. She looks around the room at everyone. The two girls Jet was enjoying earlier are sitting either side of him now and Lara’s sitting next to them.

"Well, a couple of times we sort of made out."

"What’s made out mean, Lacy? I’m English, it’s not a term we use, so you’ll have to explain."

She squirms a little bit, tilts her head to the side and says, "We fucked, okay? It happened more than once and it’s happened a few times since we left college. And yes, Kale, before you ask, I liked it. I fucking loved it. It’s different, girls know, they just know what to do, where to touch, how to touch another girl."

"Sheesh," Johnny says and runs his hands through his hair.

I turn my gaze to Shayla, who has a big grin on her face and before I can ask her, she says, "Fuck yeah. I’m bi, we love a three way, don’t we baby?" The boyfriend smiles, nods and takes a long draw on the joint Jet’s just passed him.

"I love a three way and I love to watch Shay with another girl." Johnny’s now staring at Shayla wide-eyed and chewing his gum really fast. Jet turns, looks up at me and winks again. He knows my plan.

"Kiss Lacy, Shayla." I order. Johnny’s jaw is now on fast forward and I’m actually worried it’s going to dislocate as he chews his gum at warp speed. Lacy pushes both hands through her hair and turns to Shayla.

They look at each other for a few seconds before Johnny says, "Do it baby, kiss her." Lacy straddles Shayla’s lap and goes straight in for a kiss. It starts soft and gentle, then they start pulling at each other’s hair and rocking their hips into each other.

"Shit," Johnny hisses through his teeth.

"Fuck Shay, that’s hot, baby," the boyfriend says.

"What’s your name mate?" I ask the boyfriend.

"Dylan," he replies.

"Join them, Dylan." He doesn’t hesitate and is in the middle of their kiss in seconds. Johnny sits forward and looks like he’s about to object, when Dylan yanks Lacy’s hair and kisses her hard on the mouth. His mouth drops open.

"Take your tops off, girls," I give out my next order. Dylan pulls Shayla’s over her head. Lacy does her own and when she sees that Shayla’s wearing nothing underneath, she takes her bra off too.

Shayla is tiny, with small perky tits. Lacy is long and lean, with huge fake tits. The contrast between them is striking, but I don’t feel a thing, neither of them turn me on. What’s getting me hard, is their unquestioning reactions to my orders. They’ve done exactly what I’ve told them to so far, and their boyfriends have gone right along with it. It’s the power, the control. I know it’s fucked, but it’s just the way I am.

Johnny can’t stay in his seat anymore and has decided to make a move, but it’s Shayla he kisses first, then Lacy. Now I’m really gonna push things.

"Clothes off, all of you." Lacy, Shayla and Dylan don’t hesitate. Johnny just sits back and watches them for a few seconds, he rubs his hand over his big square jaw. His eyes flick to mine, then down to Jet. Who, when I look, is now getting a synchronised wank from the two girls he was with when I walked in. The one on his left is having her cunt licked out by Lara and I watch as she throws her head back and moans.

Johnny chews on his gum, slowly now, he watches as Shayla and Dylan suck on each of Lacy’s tits. This seems to spur him into action and within seconds he’s naked. I notice Dylan stops and looks him over. He’s ripped, but not in a natural way. I’d say that looking at his less than average dick size, his square and prominent jaw and his very big muscles, that he’s overdone the steroids during his life. Still, Dylan seems to like the look of him.

"You like men, Dyl?"

He shrugs. "I don’t mind."

I look at Johnny, who instantly starts to shake his head. "No dude, no way."

"No?" I ask him. "That’s a shame, looks like Lacy’s having fun but if the answers no, then you’ll have to leave."

Lacy turns toward him. "Have another line of coke baby, and let’s just have some fun." Lara’s instantly at his side with a mirror, four lines and a rolled up fifty dollar note. He looks around the room at everyone else. Pharrell and Daft Punk sing about getting lucky over the sound system. He takes the note from Lara and snorts a line up each nostril. He leans across the girls, grabs Dylan around the neck and slams his mouth against his.

Well, that was easy!

The girls join in the kiss and my heart rate speeds up, but I’m still not hard.

"Touch each other," I bark out, "I want to see your hands on and in each other, mouths too." I watch as Shayla smiles at Dylan. He adjusts his position on the sofa and leans forward. He takes Johnnie’s cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. He slides down onto the floor and takes him into his mouth. They all move around. Johnnie’s sitting back on the sofa, his legs wide open as Dylan sucks on his cock. The girls are kneeling either side of him. They lean across and kiss each other and I watch as he slides a hand up each of their legs and pushes his fingers inside them as they alternate between kissing him and sucking on each other’s tits.

Jet stands up and I watch as he approaches Dylan. He’s naked, with his skinny arse in the air and it’s obviously too much for Jet to resist. I start to undo my jeans. My hard on is pressing against the waistband of my jeans and it’s getting painful.

And then in an instant, my world changes.

The screech of tyres, the sensation of spinning, rolling, blue lights flashing, glass smashing but above it all, above everything else is this song. When everything went quiet and I looked across at my brother, his eyes were wide but seeing nothing. All I could hear was the voice of Anthony Kiedis, singing the Chili Peppers ‘Scar Tissue’ and it’s all around me now. That song, those sounds and images, surrounding me.

I try to get up out of the chair but the room spins. I need to get to my room, get away, I need to get away from this song and these people. I don’t do this song. I avoid this song at all costs and now it’s here, playing loud, surrounding me and making me remember. Her, that night. The night she didn’t show. We ended up places we shouldn’t have been, wouldn’t have been, if she’d just shown up.

I head as quickly as I can back to my hotel bedroom. I’m vaguely aware of Jet screaming for someone to, "Turn this fucking song off." I just make it to my bathroom in time to throw up down the toilet. I can barely breathe as I fall to my knees. I struggle to get air into my lungs and feel like I’m about to choke on my own vomit, making the panic worse. I cling onto the sides of the cold toilet bowl, my arms shake as they hold my weight. This hasn’t happened for a long time, a long fucking time, but I still hate when it does. It makes me feel weak, like a failure.

I’m Conner Reed, rock fucking God.

I have men and women around the world worship me. I’m the son of completely fucked up parents. I’ve watched my brother die in front of me and spent three months in prison for being in the stolen car my brother died in and despite all of that, I’ve achieved cult status in my life.

Women want me, men want to be me and yet, one song, just one fucking song, can bring me to my knees. I can’t believe that I still react like this. That song takes me right back to it like it’s actually happening. I know I should see someone. I know I should talk about it, sit down with a professional, but I can’t. I don’t talk about my feelings; instead, I write songs that sort of explain how I feel and I engage in mindless group sex, the kind where I remain detached and in complete control. Other people were in control that night, other people’s actions controlled the direction my life went that fateful night and I’ll never let that happen again.

Jet bursts through the bathroom door, his eyes are wide as he looks me over. I look up at him from where I’m on my knees in front of the toilet.

"You okay, dude?" I nod my head. I’m still breathing deeply and unable to speak. "I’ve shut the music down and sent them all home." He smiles his wonky smile at me and his blue eyes sparkle like the naughty kid that’s usually lurking just below the surface of Jet’s persona. He’s too pretty for his own good. Women can’t decide if they want to mother or fuck him, and blokes want to either fuck him or fuck him over, but he’s a lot tougher than he looks. He’s been a good mate to me and I love him like a brother. "Everyone except Lara, she’s waiting in my bed."

I smile and shake my head. "Sorry, if I spoilt your night man. I’ve got this now, go back and have some fun." His eyes look me over as I stand up straight.

"I can send her away and stay with you if you want." I shake my head no as I walk past him and grab a bottle of water from the fridge in the bedroom.

"I’m just gonna watch some telly and try and get some sleep." He turns around to face me, but remains standing in the doorway to the ensuite bathroom, his arms spread apart as he holds onto each side of the door frame.

"Reed, you know I’d send her home in a heartbeat and stay in here with you if you need me to." I keep my back to him as I walk over to the window and look out at the city lights below me.

"Jet, let’s not do this, please mate, not tonight."

"I just wish you’d give us a try, Reed."

"Jet, I love you like a brother man, but that’s it, that’s as far as it goes. I don’t fancy men, I’m not gay."

"I’m not gay either. I… I don’t know how to explain it, but if I was with you there’d be no one else, man or woman. I love you, Reed. I want to be with you. I want us to be a couple and to make a life together. I’d happily give up all of this. We could just fuck off, disappear somewhere and live our lives in peace and quiet." I’ve heard this so many times. I feel bad, because I don’t want to hurt him, but I just don’t feel it. I turn away from the window and face him.

"Jet, I can’t force myself to be something I’m not. You’re my mate, my best mate, but I don’t find you sexually attractive. I don’t have any desire to fuck you or any other bloke. I like women, I like to fuck women."