Jem...Chapter 39

Jem…Chapter 39

Chapter 39

*Adam…

It’s been a good week, better than I thought. I’m getting used to this Mike asshole. Okay he wants to play around and do these little power games then fine. I get it he’s the Mounties kid, part time student the “Bad boy cop” thing.

And he’s hooked up with Jason.

Fucking little creep, he’s like a fucking cockroach…always in my shit and getting in my face and even when you stomp on him he somehow keeps going. Or he fucking vanishes, I’ll find him. I’ve got people looking. Toronto’s big but not that big. I’ll find out where he is and I’ll finish what he started.

I’m taking it a little different now.

Mike can stew in me being Mr. Innocent for a while; his hash is cooked anyway with those thugs that have a beef with him for being a rat. I’d love to be there when he gets his but it’s really best I’m not there to be implicated.

“Mmmm…yeah deeper.” I smile as Summer’s swallowing my cock. I’ll say this she’s a looker and can sing but she’s a pretty decent cocksucker too. I weave my fingers through her hair and ride her face a little. She struggles until she stops.

“Yeah…that’s right…know you place…you know your place right?”

She makes mouth full of my cock sounds.

“No, look at me…nod yes.”

She looks at me and there’s that awesome mix of hate and fear there. Makes me even harder as she nods my cock in her mouth.

“More do your job.”

She goes back to servicing me and I get a good handful of her hair. I was dreaming about her anyway and it’ll be even sweeter when it’s her lips wrapped around my cock as it fills her throat…she taunted me tonight, challenged me for even being there and she took the fight to me… pissed me off too with that song but once I calmed down…after taking Becky hard…just the thought of taking Angel and breaking her and having her lithe skinny little body do whatever I want her too…

The thought of that has me harder than fuck and I ride Summer a bit harder…I’m close to getting off but not yet….I want to fuck with this little cunt some more.

I grunt and even if I am picturing her I’m saying her name on purpose to drive Summer fucking wild.

“Ugnnh….oh fuck Angel….”

Predictably she loses her shit and wants no part of me. I shove my cock deeper and hold her by her hair and her throat and nearly choke the bitch out.

“Yeah…yeah I fucking call you whatever I want to…you threw yourself at me just like the rest of them you little whore…so I’m treating you exactly like what you are…my little whore that can sing, a means to an end.”

I shove her off me then grab her hair and throw her onto the bed and take her hard…she cries, they all cry at first. At least though Summer’s honest in knowing what she is as she gets into it and cries out in pleasure.

The scream of shock and pain is real though when I flip her over and shove my cock up her ass. But after awhile she loves that too.

I light a cigar after the sex and kick her off the bed. “Go and get me a scotch.”

*Summer…

I fucking hate him.

I hate him and yet Adam’s got the cash, he’s got the connections and if I have to such some cock and get knocked around fine.

Yeah fine…

It sucks, it goddamned sucks and it hurts…I…

Angel…

I almost bit down…I really almost bit down and it’s got me shaking actually I’m that mad…new fucking van, she stole gigs from me and my band…and she’s got my …she took Raven from where she fucking shoulda stayed and…

She even let that trailer trash little inbreeder Brooklyn make a video cover?

I take the JW out of the fridge and drink several swallows to take the edge off. Eeew fuck, blech…I’m a vodka girl, or beer not this shit…..I smile…I reach down and scoop up some of Adams spunk as it’s running out of my butt. I pop those fingers in my mouth and while I’m trying not to think about just how fucking gross it is I pour his drink and I take a sip, swish then back wash it into his glass.

I’m humming as I add the ice to it.

Then I stop in the bathroom on the way down the hall use some mouth wash three times and come back and he’s sitting up in bed with a valise? Thingy open and there’s stuff there papers and stuff.

He’s got his internet hooked to the flat screen and he’s watching Starlight Butterfly’s videos…watching fucking angel again and even through the sheets I can see he’s getting stiff for her again.

“Here’s your scotch.”

“There’s ice in it.”

“So?”

He sighs and looks at me like I’m fucking trash. Yeah I’m sobbing asshole better people have given me that look. “It’ll do.”

Yeah that white trash stripper in my heads doing the happy dance as he’s sucking down his splooge and my shit with his Johnny Walker.

“This it? You just called me here to fuck?”

“No and…” he sits up fast in the bed and he slaps me hard enough it takes me off my feet. “Watch how you talk to me Summer.”

“Sorry Sir.”

He fucking smiles this… (Big Mental Smile.) shit eating grin and then passes me a set of papers. “Here sign these; they’re from Northern Star studios for your first recording contract. These ones are the tenants agreement on your new place and this one’s saying K&T are going to fucking behave in the studio space and not trash the place.”

“Recording contract?!”

“Yes, I told you I’m pulling strings for you…Summer, Summer as long as you know exactly your fucking role then I’ll treat you good…”

“Does the band have to sign?”

“I have separate ones for them, I know what happened with you and your other band and you won’t get forced out because you were done exploring your sexuality. You’re protected by this. You have the songs and you recruited them as your band so they’re signed to the band for a full year after the first CD drops to protect the touring dates.”

“Really?”

“Yeah really, I trust you Summer, I don’t trust them. Take them and look them over and get them back to me tomorrow when I’m at school.”

“Really?!”

I’m…Jeeze I’m almost sorry about the mixed drink I gave him. God life’s so fucked up for a misogynistic asshole and a control freak he’s not a bad guy, he’s got potential…hmm…I look in those eyes of his and sink to my knees and take his dick in my hand and stroke him hard…maybe he just needs a strong enough woman…?

If I play this right…

“You so deserve another round Mister Marshal Sir…” I try for that Marilyn voice.

“Oh well then since you’re getting it I certainly won’t be standing in your way then summer.”

“Oh…just call me Angel.”

*Adam….

She’ll sign, she’ll get them to sign and while she’s doing so she’ll be mine really deep. It’s my recording studio. I cashed out a few bonds and set it up and I might as well. I think this is where I’m going to be branching out in the family.

But that’s a life time contract for Summer. And I have almost all the control with that. See if her band mates ever do leave then they’re charged a penalty for doing so. A base cost followed by their percentage of the trending profits the band would be making.

They’ll be my first band in my stable.

I smile and take a drink as she sucks my cock again…call her Angel huh? She really hates her. That turns me on.

I take another drink; she fucked up the scotch ice…not my thing in my drinks. And ice from the ice maker in the fridge no less.

Another sip. Stupid cunt…. “Oh yeah….Angel…my sweet little cocksucking Angel…”



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