Ughhh I'm sorry this couldn't turn out better; it's the product of typing frantically for 10 minutes before having to go to bed. So, nighty nighters!!! I'll see all you lovelies in a few weeks! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Justin’s POV I can hear Brian’s ‘theme’ song begin to play from inside the dressing room and I can only imagine what he’s doing on stage. I hate him. I hate him because he makes me feel like a whore, when really he’s no worse than I am. I shouldn’t be offended, hurt, pissed or upset at what he said because he hardly knows me – but I am. For the past five minutes, I’ve been acting like a pussy, fucking bawling my eyes out in the bathrooms. It’s pathetic. I’M pathetic. Maybe I am a whore. No, no I’m not. I’m just trying to make an honest living, same as he is. Although, I laugh at this thought, he’s twenty-five and I’m eighteen. Who’s looking pathetic NOW? A tear beads down my face as I laugh at the idea of Brian working here until he’s fifty; shaking his old wrinkled ass. At least I have goals, dreams, aspirations. I’m going to a city college right now, but after two years of that I plan to travel to Italy and make a living as an artist – a real one. I know, I know, it seems really out there but I can do it. I’m sure I can. It’ll be a lot of work, but that’s life. And Kinney, psh, that loser will be here forever. Now that my mind is traveling back to Kinney, I realize that music is no longer playing and it’s time to go home. Mosqueda usually saves us for the last act – we are the best, after all. Pushing the door open, I wander down the hallway to grab my backpack from the locker room when I hear a voice calling me that sounds familiar but I can’t quite trace it. “Hello, sweetheart.” My heart jumps into my throat as an iron grip wraps around my waist. “Let’s see you take it all off.” Oh God. The man who was cat-calling me, that old, nasty perv that I bit – took – a hundred dollar bill from has somehow gotten back stage. “S..stop or… I’ll… c..call security!” I can’t get my mouth to work right and he’s fumbling with my belt. You only hear about this sort of thing happening; strippers getting attacked but it’s really happening now. To me. “I don’t think so, sweetie,” his breathe stinks on my face as he shoves a hand down my pants, “I saw the way you were lookin’ at me, you wanna be fucked.” “N…no!” I blurt, “Let go!” I’m scared, I’m so fucking scared. “Nuh-uh,” slapping a large hand across my mouth he smothers me and I try to kick. I feel my body being dragged backwards and start to seriously panic. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little ass so fucking hard; I can tell you’re the kind of bitch who likes it raw and dry, dontcha?” My screams are muffled to an extreme minimum. I don’t like it raw, dry – I’ve never even been fucked before. We’re getting closer to the exit and I do the only thing I can think of – bit him. Amazingly, it works. For that split second, he let’s go, and it’s enough. I run like I have never run in my life, but he’s following me. “Git back ‘er you little slut!” He yells. Fucking hick. “Help! Someone fucking help me! HELP! Please he – “ he yanks my legs from under me and I plummet to the floor. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” My hands are being held above my head, jeans and briefs jerked down and he’s staring between my thighs deliciously. “Oh, this is gonna be good….” “Yes, it is.” For the first time in my life, hearing Kinney’s voice has NEVER brought so much relief. Laying on my back I watch from this angle as the clang of a metal bat collides with the fucking insane hick’s forehead. “Well,” Brian ignores the bloody mess on the floor, helping me up. Er – is he even alive? Shit, I shouldn’t care. He almost RAPED me. “Are you okay?” Brian asks, looking genuinely concerned. “I….I….” I collapse on the floor in a sobbing heap; mostly because I’m coming to grips with what just took place. Attacked. Assaulted. Harrassed. Saved. By Kinney. “Come on,” he gets me back on my feet, “you’re coming home with me tonight.” - - - - - - - - - - - - reviews make me so horny, er, I mean happy. :p Next update is Brians POV