Tuesday.
Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone, affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter's late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her day.
After a horrifying early morning for Crystal Balou, her emotions had taken their toll. Having been raped without the hardcore act of manhood within, unless counting a threesome of fingers, okay, yeah she was raped, Crystal had gone into a coma. Slumber much needed, even under the circumstances of being handcuffed, with a ball gag dangling around her neck, she found herself in the care of newly minted friend Gavin Lee Reese. Gnarly to his fans.
Her apartment keys locked in her abandoned car blocks away, she barely got home without further drama, having clung to the shadows of the night, as nude as the day she was born. She had gone streaking in her high school days, but that was nearly ten years ago. The act itself didn't bother her, it was not knowing if her stalker, rapist, was following her, laughing at her predicament. Being a Police Officer with serious connections, her assailant Roy Brennon had her in a bind. She knew she didn't want framed for some trumped up charge, or sent to prison. She wouldn't survive prison. He had already warned her that family and friends would face his wrath if she disobeyed him, or talked.
Having not given Gavin the knowledge he needed, the Rocker chose a withdrawal tactic, leaving her cuffed to sleep on his sofa until morning. Morning now being 12:05 PM. Eyelids fluttering she stares about eying her surroundings. Not a whole lot. New sofa. A small TV on a bookshelf. Coffee table, end table with a lamp, very small circular dinette with the flaps down. A lone framed photograph of Gnarly with his parents, taken just before he moved to Chicago from Iowa on a bookcase shelf by itself. Groaning she realizes three things. One, her wrists were rubbed raw by the cuffs, a light blanket was draped over her nakedness, and the most important thing? She needed to pee.
Sitting up on the second attempt her blanket slipped to the floor. Knowing she couldn't get to her own apartment, being locked out, key in her car still, she stands up. Dancing at a full bladder, she locates his bathroom door, next to his bedroom.
"What man shuts his bathroom door?" She rolls her eyes. Tapping it with her shoe it didn't budge. "Fuck! Gnarly's still sleeping." Snoring loudly at that. She knew he had shut his bedroom door last night before she passed out, now however that door was ajar. Likely left that way when he stepped out to cover her up. That alone made her relax, it showed that he cared, even if he did leave her in a compromising position. Turning backwards to the bathroom door, she attempts to turn the knob. Wondering why she didn't attempt that with the Brownstone's front porch she chalked it up to stress. She wasn't thinking clearly. As it opens she scurries in without a light and examines the toilet. "What man puts the toilet seat down?" With a pucker she sighs, "A good man."
Using her shoe she uses her toe to up lift the seat up. Sitting down in rapid fashion she relieves her aching bladder. As she finishes she eyes her coochie, then a roll of toilet paper. "Dammit! Air dry it is. Ewww!" Hygiene was very important to her. Not today. The scent of urine alone wrinkled her nose. Of course, having been finger fucked into a flood of stimulation didn't help her body odor. Perfume only a temporary hero. Casting an awkward knee up, she flushes the toilet.
What now? She couldn't step outside his apartment for help, settling for return to the sofa. The less people knew of her situation the better. She didn't want anyone slipping up and calling the Police out of concern. Especially her landlady Naomi. Roy had already mentioned her after seeing that she had called, just before destroying her cell and kicking it into the sewer. Losing that phone had created all kinds of chaos. There went her Uber app to make money. Loads of numbers for people and places that she hadn't memorized. She was due to work at Barbarians tonight, tomorrow off at least. Maybe she could switch nights to give her time to think things through. Of course, Roy might not appreciate her deviation. While upset over his controlling asshole threats, the less she resisted the better for everyone she knew, including her. Not that she wanted to be any man's sex slave, she really didn't have much choice. Fleeing would only hurt loved ones. Added to the fact her budget was tight as it was, getaway cash was limited. Her biggest fear was just what Roy might demand of her. After seeing the face of the Officer, whom had pulled her over in the early morning, flick his tongue at her, she just knew the Police line up was going to be reversed. Not in her favor. Wanting to cry some more she huffed her cheeks, tilting her gaze toward Gnarly's bedroom.
"I need my life back. Time to wake up my Jailer." She frowns, "At least he's a good looking Jailer." Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, certainly not the time she stands up and strides toward the bedroom door. His burley snarls aggressive. Facing the Lion's den she uses her hip to usher the door wide. Big mistake.
Eying him laying in bed, he was totally nude sprawled out on his back. His beast hard but drooping slightly to the left. Even in his slumber the Rocker maintained a regal stature. Whining under her breath she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "Why me?"
After standing there uncertain of waking him, she concluded she had very little choice. The cuffs were killing her circulation. Under better conditions, being cuffed in the presence of hot stud muffin might be thrilling. Okay, still thrilling. "Stop thinking about sex." She shakes her head. How could she possibly ponder such a thing after Roy? Turning her back to Gnarly she lowered her gaze, taking in a deep breath before a sudden directional lift of her chin. Now looking up at the ceiling she exhales. "Whatever."
Turning on her heels, she decides to crawl up on his mattress at the foot of his bed. There she quietly moves toward Gnarly, eventually getting the nerve to straddle the 6'3 Rocker's torso. Her sudden weight over him he snores his last. Breaking chorus his eyes barge open with a groggy narrowing.
"Wake up Sunshine." She frowns.
"If you're looking for a lock pick, I think my dick might be too large."
"HAHA! Thanks for being here for me. Don't read too much into the seating arrangement. Just getting your attention."
"Oh, you had my attention at Cub jersey."
"Awww! Gnarly? I know you want to help me but, I...can't involve you. If I say too much loved ones with pay for my loose lips." She grits her teeth at her choice of words. "Not these lips." She glares down at herself. "Not a hooker. Thought of being an escort. Anyways...Just please get these cuffs off. Help me figure out a way to get Naomi's master key for my apartment, so I can get dressed, and get my other car key. That is if my car hasn't been towed already."
"Yes or no...Bad Cop?" She nods a reluctant confirmation. "Rape you?"
"I guess you could say that. No intercourse except rough fingers. Gnarly? Please...I can't give you all the gory details. It's safer if I don't. For myself, and you. Naomi too." She groans at how much she was revealing.
"He's only one man."
"No. He had help." She closes her eyelids, puffing her cheeks. "Another cop pulled me over. Roy must have been a ride along."
"Roy is his name?"
"Dammit!" She tilts her head back gruffly, "Uggggggh! Yes, his name is Roy Brennon."
"So, other Cops are helping him."
"Yes. I don't know how many is the problem. That scares the hell out of me. Roy told me to obey him whenever he calls or he would find a way to punish me. Whether it be planting something on me to get me arrested...or others. Gnarly? I don't want him to stop Naomi and plant drugs or something. Just let me figure this out, even if I have to endure his fucked up desires."
"I have your back Blue. Front too, at the moment." He rubs his chin eying her gorgeous breasts, well poised due to her tilted back shoulders. Cuffs did wonders.
"Only you would think about sex when I'm in bad situation."
"Bad at this very second?"
"Shit!" She laughs at herself. "Nooo! I like it here. Dammit, Gnarly. I must be out of my mind. I've felt your dick throbbing under my ass since I took a seat. Don't think for a second I haven't considered..."
"Hopping on?" He smirks.
With a winced expression she hops up and down on him roughly, not sexually, but as a get even "FUCK YOU!" that was never verbalized. The wind taken out of his sails he chuckles.
"I'll settle for that. Hop off I'll get dressed, and get you into your apartment."
"Got anything I can wear in the meantime?"
"Yeah." He stretches over to his bedside stand and retrieves a sleeping mask. Her eyes bulge.
"Don't you dare." She reacts avoiding his playful advances.
"Might as well complete your bondage act."
"Stop!" She begins giggling, knowing he was only teasing her. Having been molested or not, Crystal Balou needed a good laugh. "Be serious."
"Fine!" He drops the blinder to the mattress.
Eying it laying there she sighs, "Not what I meant."
"Well now!" He snatches up the mask as she leans forward. He moves the elastic band around her head and positions the blinder over her eyes. "I hate losing those big blue eyes."