The usual disclaimers... All characters are 18 or older. All characters are fictional and the product of the author's own work.
*****************************************************************************************************
Synopsis so far: In the first four chapters we are introduced to Julie Waters, an eighteen year old who left home due to being abused by her stepfather who wanted to take liberties with her hot young body. Jewel finds herself in Los Angeles living with a new acquaintance, a hooker named Rachael. Upon advice from a friend she went to a club where she could gather food for her and her friends and there catches the attention of Nikki Smith, lead singer of Clashing Force - an upcoming band playing the strips. Nikki and Julie experience an instant attraction to each other and sparks begin to fly. Nikki invites Julie to move in with him and the band to get away from Rachael's pimp, Raul, who wants her to work for him. On a trip to Rachael's to gather her belongings, Raul physically strikes Julie who he claims owes her. Seeing this, Nikki breakes the abusive pimp's nose and the two leave.
Note: This is more a novel than a short story. Not every chapter will have explicit sex scenes, but rest assured, there are plenty in the overall story.
***************************************************************************************************
After a late lunch in an intimate little café, the couple strolled hand in hand down Melrose Avenue. Recalling the fierce anger in Nikki's eyes just before he decked Raul, gave Julie warm butterflies in her tummy. She was nonplussed but oddly pleased. Never before had she had a guy come to her defense like that. The scene kept playing back in her head as she wondered at the depth of Nikki's reaction to Raul striking her.
Unaware of her distraction, Nikki reached out and took her hand as they strolled through the afternoon crowd. As his fingers intertwined familiarly through hers and applied light pressure, Julie returned the squeeze. Due to Nikki's devoted attention to the small circles he kept tracing on her wrist and palm, and her recollections of her rescue, the butterflies in Julie's stomach multiplied and spread out to the far southern regions of her abdomen. The unfamiliar, but not necessarily unpleasant, heat wave coursing through her tingling form was accompanied by an increase in humidity. As the excited heat spreading out in waves from her abdomen and the circles of tingly pleasure on her suddenly clammy palm brought suffusing warmth to her face, Julie found herself wondering what type of things would excite Nikki to the same level. As her mind began to envision Nikki slowly running that circling thumb over her taut nipples, Julie curled in her lower lip and bit down softly. In an effort to distract her distinctly erotic thoughts she turned her attention to the store fronts and their display windows.
"Oh, how cute!"
Nikki, pulled out of disturbingly erotic thoughts of his own featuring the lovely young woman by his side, looked around to see what Julie was talking about. "What?" "There in the window." Julie pointed out.
The window of the toy store they were passing was full of stuffed animals of all types. There were a number of little penguins and a couple of cats. Prominently displayed in the center of the menagerie was a huge four-foot-tall teddy bear made out of velour with a paisley print. The bear was wearing a red bow tie with yellow polka dots. Nikki was not impressed. "The bear?" he asked with just a hint of his disgust.
"No! That thing is awful. The puppy over in the corner. He's so realistic."
There in the corner, peeking around the leg of a larger stuffed tiger like a frightened waif seeking protection was a little stuffed puppy. It was white and brown with huge soulful black eyes that seemed to be begging for love and attention. Looking into those adorably sad, lost eyes, Nikki felt an instant connection with this little stuffed puppy. What the hell, I always wanted a dog. At least this one won't shed on the couch, he thought with a chuckle. Looking at Julie as she smiled sappily at the little dog, Nikki impulsively dragged her into the store. A few minutes later they exited with their purchase clutched to Julie's heart. As Julie smiled with the heartfelt happiness of simple pleasure Nikki felt an unaccustomed tightness in his chest. Her obvious joy made him happy. Brushing a stray strand of hair from a misty eye he put his arm around her shoulders and gently hugged her to him. Julie rested her head on his shoulder as they walked down the street, lost in just enjoying each other's company.
At the corner of Melrose Avenue and Santa Monica Boulevard stood a triangular, yellow, three-story building. The Troubadour, one of Los Angeles' favorite hot spots and the same bar that they had met in just last night, looked quite different in the light of day. Void of its bustling crowds, perched in its own unearthly quiet, it was like a mausoleum populated only by the dancing spirits of departed patrons. Watching the four lanes of heavy traffic while waiting for the light to change, curiosity finally got the better of Julie, so she asked, "What are we doing here?"
"The Force has a gig tonight, but it's not here. It's down at the Whiskey. So we have to pack up and move our gear."
The light changed. They crossed the street and made their way around to the back of the bar. Julie noted one van and three older cars in the parking lot, but what really caught her eye was a brand new 1981 BMW. Admiring the sleek curves of the beautiful car Julie went into 'valley girl' mode. "Like, oh my God. That car is like; so totally rad." Turning to Nikki she said, in her normal voice, "Someday I'm gonna have a car like that." Nikki eyed the car as they passed, taking in the white leather interior of this black beauty, the shine of a smoothly professional paint and wax job, the sun glistening off the chrome bumper. "Yeah. It's not bad," he commented nonchalantly. "I think it belongs to the manager."
"Ah. Must be nice," Julie said whimsically.
They walked over to an older slightly beat up faded blue van. They stopped abruptly when a laughing Eric rolled out of the passenger side in a pungent cloud of THC infused smoke. "Yo dude. 'Bout time you got here," Eric drawled.
Waving at the dispersing cloud of marijuana smoke Nikki gave a sniff. "Doesn't seem like you guys missed me much. Where's Eddie?"
"He's in the back, man," said Eric, waving vaguely to the rear of the van.
Stepping around the wobbly stoner Nikki headed to the back of the van. Grasping the handle he twisted open the back doors and out fell Eddie, landing with a thump on his back on the tarmac. Rolling over and coming to his knees Eddie started laughing as Nikki just shook his head and grinned.
Mark opened up the back doors of the club and stepped out to find both Eddie and Eric, obviously stoned off their asses, laughing on the ground on either side of Nikki and a bemused Julie. "Shit! Not again! I can't do much of anything with you two like this. Not very professional, you know! The bass equipment I could handle easy enough, not any different than my gear, but Eddie's kit! Shit! Hey Nikki, you think you can handle Eddie's drums? Or no, no; don't worry Eddie...I'll do it!"
"Yeah, right. Dude, I can do it with my eyes closed. Ha ha ha." Wobbling, Eddie put a steadying hand against the side of the van. "It's not like we haven't done this before. Dude, you're bringing me down."
"We're going to go nowhere fast if we don't get our shit together!" Mark said. Real anger vibrated in the band member's voice as he shook his head in disgust.
"Come on man. Lighten up," said Eddie.
"Mark's right dude!" Eric interrupted. "I've been told all my life, I'm a loser. All I ever wanted was a chance to make some of my own rules. I wanna play kick ass rock and make a lotta money like Sabbath and the Stones. I don't wanna get a real job. Hell, I'd rather be dead. So let's rock this town and kick some ass! I wanna show all them assholes and tell them all to fuck off! So, from now on we wait til after the show to relax and unwind. Alright man?"
