"Billy, you're such a bitch!" she hissed.
"Am I?" he grinned, cocking his eyebrows to illustrate that he was more amused by her outburst than maddened.
The young woman stomped her foot to emphasize that her statement wasn't part of a mating game. "Yes, fuck off and die already!"
"Mmm, I would," Billy grinned, "But then I wouldn't be around to see you get yours!"
"Fuck you!" she hissed. "Bitch, I hate you!"
"Men aren't bitches, Julie," Billy chided. "Women are bitches, and you're the queen of them."
"CUNT!" she howled and charged at him.
"You wanna play this game? Fine, Julie, we'll play this game," he smirked, grabbing the girl in midair and quickly throwing her hands behind her back.
"Guess who's in control now?" he hissed as she began to kick and scream.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" she screamed.
No answer.
"Funny, Jules, funny," Billy smirked as he dragged her toward the back lounge of the band's tour bus. "Alas, they're all gone for the day. Went to see a movie. Left you all alone here with me. Too bad, so sad," he yawned as he threw her onto the leather sofa. "Now sit there and don't make one FUCKIN noise," he demanded, turning to close the door behind them.
"FUCK YOU!" she screamed and kicked a foot towards Billy's groin.
"That's what I intend to do," Billy laughed mercilessly. He'd dodged her kick and managed to successfully pin her underneath him on the floor. He was now fighting to yank her underwear out from under her skirt, pinning her clawing hands above her head and leaning down to bite softly on her one exposed nipple. "Keep fighting me and next time I won't be so gentle," he scowled.
