Convincing Constance (The Blow Hole Boys), page 11
“GET THE FUCK UP!” CHET called from above us. “Put your dick back in your pants, Tiny. We have to go. The show starts in an hour.”
We’d overslept big time since both of us had completely forgotten about the final show on tour. I went to my room and showered the fastest I’d ever showered and threw on my clothes. Instead of trying to do anything with my hair, I put it in separate braids.
I was tying up my boots when Finn came to my door.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
I didn’t miss the fact that he wasn’t making eye contact with me.
“Yep. All ready,” I said as I stood and adjusted my braids.
I walked up to him, thinking he would turn around and leave, but instead, he stood there blocking my door.
“What’s up?” I asked.
He crossed his thick arms over his chest and shook his head.
“About Tiny. He’s not… I’m not sure he’s ready to—” Finally, he gave up on what he was saying and said, “Just be careful, okay?”
I smiled up at him before giving him a hug.
“Yes, Finn. I’ll be careful.”
I slipped past him and went to the front door where Chet and Tony were standing. Tony pulled me to him and grabbed my ass.
“You look sexy,” he whispered in my ear.
“I heard that,” Chet said. “And I agree.”
I laughed when Tony playfully punched Chet in the arm. I hadn’t been so happy since I was a little girl listening to my dad play with the guys.
Tony and I snuck in secret touches on the way over to the venue, and once we were backstage, I’d catch him looking at me and smile. The band before us was finishing up and it was almost time for us to take the stage. It was then that I saw Tony pull out his pill bag.
I’d almost forgotten about all the bad that came with dating someone like him. I’d almost forgotten about my promise to never get mixed up with the drugs and craziness that came with being around rock stars.
Before he could get the pills out of the bag, I went to him and laid my hand over his. He looked up at me and his brows bunched in confusion.
“Don’t.”
The word slipped out of my mouth like I was begging, and I hated myself for sounding that way. The fact was I wanted Tony, and I’d known from the start he had a problem. I wanted to help him.
An uncomfortable smile lifted his lips and he tucked the pills back in his pocket. He nodded his understanding and leaned down to give me a quick kiss.
“Oh God. Here we go. Another pussy-whipped fucker in the group. Pretty soon I’ll have no one to party with,” Chet said.
Before Tony could, I reached out and punched Chet in the arm.
That final show with Blow Hole was full of mixed emotions. Since being on the road with them, I’d grown to love the stage. The adrenaline that came with playing in front of thousands was something I couldn’t explain. It was what I was supposed to do. I was meant to follow in my father’s footsteps.
At the same time, it was sad. All things must come to an end, and my time with the boys was ending. Sure, I had Tony now and I was sure to see the boys all the time, but that was different. It was nothing like playing with them on stage. The energy they had—it was addictive.
We stayed afterward and signed autographs. I never signed so many in my life. Chicks and guys were asking for my signature. It was a new world for me.
“Hey, Constance, are you single?” a guy yelled from the back of a group as we walked by. “If not, go out with me!”
I kept walking. I wasn’t going to answer because truthfully, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what Tony and I were. I was stopped when a thick arm came around my shoulders and pulled me close. It was Tony.
“Sorry, dude. She’s taken,” he said with a big smile.
I smiled up at him and we laughed when the crowd cheered.
“Move your asses, lovebirds. The crowd’s getting thick,” Finn said as he tugged my arm to follow him.
We climbed into the car where we were taken to a massive after-party at Music Line. Gary Steele was there with a drink and a smile for me. I was happy when I sipped my drink to find it was a coke with nothing added to it.
“Looks like things worked out for you, huh?” he said as he smiled over his cup.
My eyes caught on Tony, who was laughing with the guys behind Gary. “Yeah. I guess so.”
“You look much happier since the last time I saw you. I’m thinking music looks good on you. Come by Monday. We have something we’d like to discuss with you.”
“I’ll be there.”
As the night went on, I was introduced to a few people. Somehow I’d gotten separated from the guys and hadn’t seen them for at least an hour. I made my rounds around the room, trying to find them and fake smiling at people when they stopped me to talk.
An arm came behind a curtained doorway and pulled me when I walked by. I opened my mouth to scream when a hand covered my mouth.
“It’s me,” Tony whispered.
The space was dark so I couldn’t see his face, but when he grabbed my hand and pulled me, I followed his lead. I ran behind him, our steps echoing into the darkness until we reached a door. He threw the door open and pulled me inside. He flipped a switch and the room lit up with a dim red light.
“Where are we?” I asked.
Looking around us, I saw a drum set and a few other instruments in their stands were littered across the room. Mics waiting to be used were perched in their stands.
“Recording room,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he began to reach up my skirt. “I want you.”
“So demanding,” I said with a smile.
“Damn right.”
He pressed his body against mine repeatedly, and I knew it felt good for him to rub against me. I gasped when he stuck his hand in the side of my panties and stuck two thick fingers inside of me.
“Fuck. You’re already so wet,” he hissed.
His words were slurred, but I didn’t pay attention. I thought perhaps he was just as excited as I was. I leaned up against the wall and let him have his way with me. He moved his fingers in and out until I didn’t think I could stand it anymore.
I reached out for his belt and started to undo it. He pulled his hand from my panties and flattened his palms on the wall beside my head. Looking down, he watched as I loosened his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell down his hips and I pushed his boxers down with them.
He was hard and standing straight up. I ran my fingers over the tip, and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. Gripping him with a strong fist, I moved my hand up and down.
“Yes. That feels so fucking good.”
He reached down and lifted my skirt around my hips and then lifted me and pinned me to the wall. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on as he ripped my panties from my body.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he said as he slammed his body into mine.
From that point on, things moved quickly. He held on to my hips as he filled me over and over again, hard and fast. The pictures beside us on the wall shook and every now and again my back would hit the light switch making the light in the room flicker.
I dug my nails into his back until I was sure I was drawing blood, but he seemed to like it. He pulled out quickly, letting go until my feet hit the floor, and then he turned me and bent me over a chair that was beside us. My ass was up in the air and my face dug into the back of the chair as he latched onto my hips and fucked me hard.
Loud noises filled the room, and I cried out when he reached out and smacked my ass.
“Oh God!” The words rushed from my lips.
I had to admit I liked it rough. I knew that even more when he reached out again and grabbed a handful of my braids, pulling me until the side of my face reached his.
“You like getting fucked, don’t you, baby?” he growled into my ear.
I moaned my answer and nodded.
He was like another person completely, and while the night before was wonderful, I definitely wasn’t complaining. With Tony, I was going to have the best of both worlds—the slow and soft and the hard and fast. I was down for that, no problem.
He reared back and smacked my ass again. The sting had barely sunk in before his warm palm covered it and rubbed it out. And then I exploded around him, giving him the satisfaction I knew he wanted.
I was loud and I didn’t care who heard me. My cries filled the dim room and the chair beneath me screeched across the floor, and he pushed into me harder and harder. My leg was starting to buckle, but his hold on my hips was keeping me up.
With one final smack on my ass, he growled out his release.
“Fuck!” he called out, and then he slowed down.
Once he pulled out, I pulled down my skirt and stood. My legs where weak and my ass stung. I smiled to myself, knowing there was probably a big red handprint across my ass.
I turned around to find him pulling his condom off and tossing it into the trashcan. I smiled, but then my smile faded when he looked up at me. His eyes were glazed-over slits and he could barely stand up straight.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall as if it were holding him up. “Never better.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but I decided then wasn’t the best time to talk about it.
“Okay, I’m going to the bathroom to clean up. I’ll meet you out front,” I said.
“Take your time.” I expected him to lean in and kiss me, but instead, he fell into the chair I’d just been leaning over.
Pulling the door open, I slipped into the dark hallway and started toward the bathroom. It was then that I remembered he’d ripped my panties off and there was no telling where they were. The last thing I wanted to do was leave those lying around. No one would know they were mine, but still.
I turned to go back toward the room. There was a crack in the door, letting the dim red light shine into the hall. Peeking in, I saw Tony pull out his baggy, pour a handful of pills into his palm, and toss them back.
I forgot all about my panties as I stepped away from the door. One thing was for sure; we had to have a long talk once he was sober.
I WOKE THE MORNING AFTER our last show and I couldn’t remember how I’d even gotten home. I remembered the party, I remembered drinking and taking pills, but after that there was nothing.
I opened my eyes to the bright sun and winced. Pulling the sheets back, I realized I was naked. It was then that a female hand wrapped around my stomach and pulled me back. It was Constance. She was sleeping sweetly at my side and wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of my boxers.
I smoothed back her hair and ran a finger down the side of her face. She was mine. I could hardly believe I had her. She’d told me she loved me, and I was definitely in love with her. Something I thought I’d never have was lying next to me with her arms wrapped around my naked body.
Turning on my side to face her, I leaned in and gave her a kiss. She smiled in her sleep and then turned onto her stomach. The boxers she wore rose up, letting me get a full view of her ass. I reached out to palm it but stopped when I saw a light bruise the size of a handprint. It was a new bruise and looked as if someone had hit her pretty hard.
Reaching out, I shook her.
“Constance. Wake up.”
She moaned and whined in her sleep, and I shook her again.
“Constance,” I said louder.
She turned on her side and looked up at me with sleepy eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
“You have a big bruise on your ass. What happened? Did someone hit you?”
I’d kill someone. If it was a fan, I’d search them out and beat the shit out of him.
She surprised me when she started laughing.
“I guess you were rougher than I realized,” she said before laying her head back onto her pillow.
No way had I left a mark on her like that. Not to mention, I couldn’t remember anything like that happening the night before.
“Are you saying…? Did I do that?”
I felt like shit. Worse than shit. I’d never laid my hands on a woman before and if I had, it was in a sexual manner and never hard enough to leave a bruise.
She picked her head up and looked at me, confused. “You mean you don’t remember?”
I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. I tried hard to find something to say that didn’t make her feel like shit ‘cause I didn’t remember whatever it was that happened.
Her face turned sad and then something crazy happened. Her eyes filled with tears.
“Tony? Do you remember having sex with me at the after-party last night?” she asked.
I knew it was going to break her heart, but I wasn’t a liar and I didn’t want to start being one. I reached out and grabbed her hand, but she pulled it away.
“Do you?” she asked again.
This time her voice shook and I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach.
“Constance, I…”
I couldn’t say it. I thought I could, but I bitched up.
“Oh my God, you don’t.”
She jumped from the bed and stood there looking down at me.
“I mean, I kind of do. I don’t really remember much from last night.” I tried to fix it. “I think maybe I drank too much.”
“Or maybe you took too many pills?”
Again, I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. Sure, I took pills, but it was mostly for the pain. I admitted freely that I took them on occasion to relax, but I didn’t have a problem. At least not one as bad as some of the people I knew.
The whole situation was crazy. We had barely started seeing each other and already we were arguing.
“You know, I’m glad this happened. I knew last night when I saw you taking a handful of pills that we’d have to talk about this sooner or later.”
And that pissed me off. I climbed from the bed and went to my dresser for a pair of shorts.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said.
Her mouth popped open like she could hardly believe the words I said and then she put her hands on her hips.
“You’re joking, right? It’s obvious to anyone around you that you have a drug problem.” Her voice softened and she walked up to me and put her hand on my arm. “Look, Tony. I don’t know what happened to you or how you got your scars, but I think that’s when it started. I want to help you. Talk to me, and I’ll help you.”
Again, her words angered me. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she was speaking the truth and the truth sucked. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I didn’t like it. I don’t know what came over me, but I shook her hand from my arm.
“I don’t need anyone’s help!” I yelled.
Her face turned red and she matched my stare.
“Fine! If you don’t have a problem, then you should have no problem getting rid of the pills.”
She went to my top drawer where I kept my stash and pulled it open. I had no idea how she found my stash, but then I looked down at the boxers she was wearing and I knew.
She pulled out a bag full of prescription bottles and held them in my face.
“You don’t have a problem, huh? Then you should be perfectly fine with me doing this.”
She went to the window and pulled back the curtains. Unlocking the window, she struggled for a bit to get it open.
“What the fuck are you doing, Constance? Give me my shit.”
I didn’t want to yell at her again, but I was already starting to feel the panic of not having any pills. It took me forever to find the right doctors who would give me the right prescriptions. If she threw my pills out, I would have to wait until I could refill them to get them back.
I went across the room and grabbed her arm just as she was about to toss my bag out the window.
“Those have my fucking name on them.” It was the only thing I could think of. “I’ll get rid of them, but not like this. The last thing I need is the fucking paparazzi getting an anonymous tip that the bass player of Blow Hole is a pill popper.”
She let go of the bag when I pulled and then stepped to the side. I closed the window and locked it before turning around.
“You promise you’ll get rid of them… for me?” Again, her eyes watered up.
I had no idea Constance was such an emotional girl. I didn’t know where the hard-ass she used to be had gone, but it was kind of nice seeing the sweet, caring side of her.
“For you, I promise.”
And I would. Just as soon as I could.
We sat and she told me about her life and how she’d grown up around drugs and craziness. I hadn’t thought about the fact that her dad had died from an overdose. No wonder she hated drugs so much and never took them. I couldn’t blame her.
She told me all about the situation with her mom and how she was losing everything. She explained about Jack moving in with her mom and how she couldn’t stand to be around him.
“Why do you hate him so much?” I asked. “I mean, besides the obvious. Did he do something to you when you were younger?”
“Something like that,” she responded.
I didn’t push. I didn’t want to know details. As it was, I already wanted to kill the bastard.
The whole time she spoke, I held her in my arms and rubbed her back. After she was done, I spilled my secrets. I told her about the accident and losing Reynolds and Kevin. They were friends and I’d lost them. Finn and I started out playing with them, and they were gone. So young… and gone.
I told her about Amanda and how I’d see her bloody face and an arm. I closed my eyes and relived my biggest nightmares over again. I left no secret untold, and when I was done, she ran her finger down the side of my face and told me she understood. Maybe she was right. Maybe I did have a problem. Actually, I knew I had a problem, and if it meant losing Constance, I’d do everything I could to quit.
THINGS WERE REALLY LOOKING UP. I moved all of my things, which wasn’t much, out of the guest room and into Tony’s room. The boys had a field day with that one, but they were happy to see Tony so happy.
