A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,2

out of the car.

She wasn’t there, of course.

He continued to drive.

A minute later… there she was…

Just walking on the sidewalk.

Hugging herself.

Pissed off.

“You sure about this?” Leon asked me.

“Pull over, Leon. I’ve got this.”

The car came to a stop again and I slid across the seat and opened the door.

I let out a whistle.

Kelly looked back.

She let out a HA! sound and kept walking.

“I’m not leaving without you, honey,” I called out.

She stopped and turned. “Give me one reason why I should give you the time of day again, Reed.”

I grabbed between my legs and smiled. “You know you want to take the ride of a lifetime. I’ll make it up to you.”

Kelly walked toward me. “Why did you tell me to leave then?”

“Truthfully, I thought I saw an old flame. The one that broke my heart. I made a quick decision and I regret it.”

I touched my chest.

“Are you being serious?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah, I am,” I said. “A rock star like me… I do have a heart, honey. Maybe I didn’t want you to see it.”

“Did you find her?”

“No,” I said. “I came back for you though. I didn’t chase her down. Right?”

“I’m really pissed at you.”

“You’re also a Line Whore, honey,” I said. “If you want to be pissed and walk away for good, I’m okay with that.” I moved away from the open car door. “Or if you want to remind yourself of who I am and want to have some filthy fun, then get back in the car.”

“Promise me you won’t do that again,” she said.

“I swear on my life,” I said.

She debated it for a few seconds and then shook her head.

“I must be a fool,” she said as she moved toward the car.

I blocked her path into the car at the last second, reached up and touched her chin. “Need you to do me a favor.”

“You’re asking me for a favor?” Kelly asked with a scoff.

“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.”

“Let me get in the car and we’ll talk,” she said.

I nodded, then slid over.

Kelly got into the car. Then I moved to the other side of her, shut the door and sat down for good.

I put my hand to her leg and leaned in and whispered something to her.

She smiled.

“You sure?” she whispered.

“Yeah. He deserves it.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Hey, Leon, turn around,” I said.

Leon turned his head just as Kelly lifted her shirt and bra.

Her amazing tits fell free.

Leon’s eyes lit up and his jaw slowly dropped open.

He made some kind of whimpering sound.

I looked to my right and I felt like making the same sound too.

Kelly’s tits were beautiful.

They were going to be even more beautiful pierced.

But most of all…

She was my current reason to forget the past.

2

ABBY

I hated wearing the pinstripes. The baggy black pants. There weren’t any real requirements for shoes, but we always wore the same color just to keep the vibe going. I had to have my hair pulled back as tight as it could go with my ponytail down near my neck. Truthfully, most of the time we had to wrap our hair into buns because we had to wears hats. Or wigs.

Oh, those were the worst.

The only good that came from that was when we sang to a young girl and she thought we really were princesses.

Dressing up in annoying dresses, wearing long wigs of bright blonde, dark brown, jet black, or even an obnoxious red color, and then standing at the door of someone’s house who was usually stupid rich and had the kind of money to pay a quartet to come sing to their daughter for a few minutes.

This was my life.

In the beginning, I kept optimistic. I told myself that me as a little girl who used to put on concerts for stuffed animals would be thrilled to be getting paid to sing.

The audience didn’t matter.

But trust me, it did matter.

We walked through the lobby of some building and I could feel everyone look at us.

There was always those few people who had to take pictures of us too.

And there wasn’t a thing we could do.

Sasha led the group.

She was a promotion whore, and good for her for being that way.

If someone took a picture, she’d chase them down and give them a card and talk about us.

She had a dream of us being seen by the right person at the right time and over the course of a weekend we’d ditch the costumes, hit the studio, and have a song to release