It's All Coming Back To Me Now
By: Shellie - shelliemg at gmail.com
Chapter 2
"So, you excited about Taylor coming?"
Her eyes lit up at the thought. "Yes!! I can’t wait. When will you be back?"
"Mmmm, ‘bout two weeks. Maybe a week in a half." She was quiet for several minutes and he raised up on his elbow beside her. "What is it?" He trailed his fingers over her breasts and down to her belly button.
"Well…I wanted to ask you something. A favor."
"So ask."
"Well, I know how you feel about people coming around...but I was wondering if maybe Taylor could stay with me while she is here?"
He thought for a moment and shrugged, "Sure. You know the rules. NO risks, but she already knows. How long is she gonna be here?"
"I don’t know. But when you come back, I will be here for you…."
"Good. Then I don’t see why it should be a problem. No one else."
She hugged him fiercely, "Thank you so much! God, you’re the best!!"
He laughed, "Why? Because I let your friends come over to play. You’re alone too much. You need this. Go shopping, do some shit. Just...no risks."
"Never…and I trust her with my life."
"Have fun. I’m taking a shower, you coming?"
"I don’t understand how you stay clean without me." She giggled as she scooted off the end of the bed to follow him into the bathroom.
"It sucks…believe me."
**
"You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me." Taylor dropped her bags just inside the door and stood staring.
"Move, I can’t stand out here all day." Shannon complained from her position on the front door step.
"You live here? He pays for this?"
Shannon walked around her friend and carried the bags she held towards the second bedroom smiling over her shoulder. "Yep."
Taylor cursed and picked her discarded bags back up off the floor following Sha into the room she’d be using for the next few weeks. "I can’t believe this place. Dude, you so got the hook up."
Shannon laughed, "I love your way with words. There is your bathroom in there, closet over there."
Taylor walked to the closet and looked in. "That ‘closet’ is bigger than my whole fucking apartment."
Shannon laughed and shook her head. "Yeah, well, welcome to my prison."
Taylor tossed her duffel onto the bed and began to yank on the zippers, "Yeah, well I for one wouldn’t mind being locked up here. Wanna trade?"
Shannon looked seriously over at her friend and almost nodded yes…and then she saw his face in her mind. "No. I don’t."
"Then quite you’re fucking bitchin’."
**
"Dude! This is Versace! You have Versace shit in your closet!"
"I have a lot of shit in there, honey. Designers I’ve never even heard of. He sends it from all over."
Taylor shot Shannon the nastiest look and dropped her hands to he slim hips, "You are a fucking bitch and I hate you."
Shannon dropped her face into her hands on the bed and began to laugh. "Taylor!" She yelled, "I am so glad your finally here!"
Taylor ran and jumped onto the bed beside her friend and began to jump. "Me too! Me too! Me too!" Shannon squealed and Taylor dropped to her side, hugging her close. "We are gonna have so much fun. The Dynamic Duo, back in action baby!"
"Now, I have to be a good girl, don’t you be getting me in all kinds of trouble, ya here?"
"Shit. What your sugar daddy don’t know wont hurt him." she grinned wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.
"But if he found out…..it might hurt me."
**
She picked up her phone and dialed his pager, entered 777 and hung up. 4 minutes later her phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Hey, you have a second?"
"A quick one. What’s up?"
"I was wondering if I could go out tonight, with Taylor."
"And you called to ask me?"
"Well…I promised you when you were in town I’d be here. I wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna call."
"I have plans tonight but I appreciate it," she could hear the slight smile in his voice. "You stay out of trouble. Taylor is a handful."
"She’s the best! I love her."
"Have you two had fun?"
"Oh god, yes. We’ve shopped and laid out just talked and talked. Thanks so much for letting her stay here, J."
"I’m just glad your glad. I have to go. You have fun tonight."
"You too. Bye."
She grinned as she hung up the phone.
"I can’t believe you have to ask his permission to go out."
Her smile dropped as she spun around. "I wasn’t asking his permission." She brushed past her friend and walked into the kitchen.
"Hell yes you were. Does he control you that much, Sha?"
"He doesn’t control me. It’s not that way."
"What way is it then?"
"He gave me everything, where I live, what I have…..who I am. The least I can do it be here when he calls." She didn’t even realize the words she’d spoken….but Taylor had.
"I can not believe you just said those words to me. I can’t believe you. I’m going to take a shower before I slap your stupid brainwashed little head off."
Taylor presented her back and stalked from the room.
"You just don’t get it, do you?" she asked the empty air…her question echoed back at her.
**
"Taylor?"
"Yes doll?"
"Can I just wear jeans?"
Taylor looked over at her friend in the doorway confused. "Pardon?"
"I don’t wanna get dressed up. I just wanna wear a pair of your comfy jeans. Would you mind?"
Taylor’s heart ached for her friend. "Of course, you wear my jeans and I am gonna wear some of your designer shit."
"Deal. Now dig out your rattiest pair." Taylor forked over her favorite jeans and smiled, Shannon would be back in 2 minutes to return them.
Boy was she wrong. 10 minutes later in search of Shannon’s closet Taylor passed her friends bathroom and stopped dead. "Oh god you’re a bitch."
Shannon looked up surprised. She smiled. "Well?" The jeans fit her perfectly. Not to tight, to too lose, perfect…that way that made guys go ‘Damn! Nice ass!’ The hole in the knee and right butt cheek only added to the effect. Her tan butt teased invitingly as she turned. She was wearing a fancy little black tank top halter thing. It had little dangly square sequins scattered here and there and amazingly it dressed the jeans up just enough. Her stomach was tan and flat and Taylor had a thought.
"You know what would look great?"
"What?"
Taylor was already headed back to her room. She rummaged in her bag for the sought after decoration and returned. "This."
"What is it?"
"It’s a fake tattoo. It goes around your belly button. It’s black and has glitter in it. It will look so awesome on you. Here."
"I…I don’t know, Taylor."
"It comes off! Just put it on while I look for clothes." Taylor disappeared and nervously, Sha applied the body decoration. When finished she examined it in the mirror and smiled, Taylor was right. It was great.
Taylor walked in behind her and the two girls looked each other over smiling. "We are gonna knock O-Town on its ass, baby!"
Shannon giggled. "God help me I am feel trouble coming, but let it come. Lets get the fuck out of here!"
**
He stood stock still in the middle of the club and watched Joey Fatone’s hands trail along her skin. The skin that only he touched. Joey’s lips brushed her neck and she giggled pulling away causing the drink in her hand to spill slightly. He laughed and took the drink away motioning for the bartender to fill it again. She was talking animatedly to Taylor about something, both girls giggling wildly, obviously drunk. Joey’s hand slid to her waist and he turned her to face him. They then slid down over her ass, one finding the hole in the butt of her jeans and sliding slightly inside. He pulled her against him and she giggled stepping back again and shaking her head no. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears.
"What is it honey?" He looked to his right, blinking away the rage, pressing it down and out of sight.
"What?"
"Who are you looking at?" She searched the area and pointed. "Oh! Look! It’s Joey!" She took off in his direction before he could stop her. He was forced to follow.
Joey noticed their approach and hooted, "Hey! Girlie, what up!"
"Joey!" they exchanged hugs, his lover and his girlfriend being crushed together by Joey’s embrace. Joey smiled and nodded, he forced himself to do the same. His eyes slid to hers and what he saw there made his fists clench. Guilt…or was it fear?
He looked to the side trying not to give himself away and his eyes landed on Taylor. She was wide eyed as well. It was several moments before he noticed that it was Justin who was sitting on the barstool behind her, his arm draped casually over her shoulder. Taylor was wearing Shannon’s clothes. He recognized them immediately. He’d bought the outfit for her in London. The top matched her eyes.
"JC this is Shannon and Taylor. Ladies, our good friend JC and his wife, Bobbie."
Bobbie swatted at Joey playfully. "Oh stop you!" She rolled her eyes and smiled at Shannon, "He’s being stupid. We aren’t married."
Shannon just stared at her. JC began to worry that Shannon may not hold up. She actually looked as if at any moment she might vomit. Taylor jumped in.
"Bobbie is it?"
Bobbie smiled at the attention and nodded yes.
"Tell us…how is dating a pop star?’
JC wanted to slap her. Bobbie reached for JC’s arm and curled herself around it. "He had his moments but I love him."
Shannon’s lip quivered and she bit down on it. Dragging her eyes from Bobbie’s hands to Taylor’s face. In the end it wasn’t Taylor that saved her. It was Joey.
He smacked Shannon’s ass lightly and she looked down at him. "Hey, can I have a kiss, lovely?"
"I don’t think so," she smiled trying hard not to look at JC. He could tell. She was concentrating on Joey too hard.
"Oh come on…just a little one." He pulled her between his legs his lips opening across hers, inviting her to taste him.
She pulled back slightly. "Joey…"
"I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. You’re magnetic. You draw me in."
"I’m sorry you guys, but I am just really not feeling well. I’m going to call it a night." JC couldn’t take another second.
"But baby! We just got here!"
"I’m sorry, but I just can’t deal." Bobbie began to pout.
Less than 5 minutes after JC left the club, draggin’ a shitty Bobbie behind him, Shannon began to make her excuses.
Joey whined, "Oh, come on baby. Don’t leave me stranded."
"I’m sorry, Joey. I have to go."
She turned to Taylor who leaned back against Justin and smiled. "Am I assume you will find your own way home?"
Taylor winked and Shannon left.
**
The door barely clicked shut before it burst back open slamming against the wall before bouncing shut behind him.
"So, did you have fun?"
"JC!"
"Is one of us not enough?"
"JC! It’s not like that I swear!"
"What are you wearing? Your god damned ass is hanging out!"
Her temper began to flare and she stomped her foot. "It-is-not!"
"What kind of games are you playing here, Shannon? Is this what you do when I’m not around?"
"NO! I’ve never!"
"Why should I believe you? Tell me that? I walk into a club tonight and found you being pawed all over by one of my best friends!"
"JC, just calm down. Nothing happened. He was on me, I wasn’t on him. I was trying to act normal! No risks remember!"
"Acting normal does NOT mean acting like a whore!"
"Oh I guess I have to save that skill especially for you!" She spun on her heel and headed for her room attempting to slam the door behind her. His hand kept it from clicking shut.
"Don’t walk away from me when I am talking to you."
"I’ll walk away any god damned time I want."
"Fine then, while your walking you can walk your ass right the fuck out that door." She froze. "And while you’re at it, you can take your slut friend and those ratty ass jeans with you."
He was shaking, she could see his reflection in the mirror. She simply stood and stared.
It was a full two minutes before he spoke again. Neither of them had moved a muscle. "I will come by tomorrow night at nine. You make your decision by then. Just remember….everything in this house is mine. You leave me…you leave it all. You stay….you belong to me."
He walked away silently. She didn’t even hear the front door click as he left.
**
She was sitting on her couch when Taylor walked in at 9 the next morning. She’d been sitting there in that same position since JC had walked out around 2.
"Hey, honey. How are you?" she walked around the couch and her smile fell. "Sha, honey, why are you still wearing those clothes? What happened? Has he been here?"
"He came."
"What did he do to you?"
"He told me to leave."
"WHAT!"
"Then he told me I had a choice."
"Fuck him. Get packed, your coming with me."
"I have nothing to pack. It all belongs to him."
"Awwww, honey." Taylor reached to touch her face but stopped when Shannon pulled away. "You’re staying." It wasn’t a question.
"I’m sorry, Taylor. But I think you may need to leave."
Taylor didn’t respond, but simply turned on her heel and walked away. In less than 30 minutes she was completely packed and out the door. She didn’t even say goodbye.
**
At 9:27 he unlocked the door and let himself in. She heard the click of the deadbolt. She could see him through the open door as he stopped to look in Taylor’s room. He made a face, one she had come to know well. Satisfaction.
She was lying naked on the bed, offering herself to him in apology, like a sacrifice before him. She would get him back the only way she knew how. With her body.
He approached, slowing as he recognized her shape upon the bed. She let her eyes drift closed, not wanting to see the gleam of victory in his eyes. He began to strip. She could tell exactly what he was doing at every moment. She could feel his heat…his gaze on her. She felt dirty, guilty and she had done no wrong. Hate consumed her but she didn’t know who she hated more, him for making her into the worthless, spineless person that she’d become or herself for loving him completely every second along the way.
She felt him reach for her and rolled to the side. She stood on the opposite side of the bed and stared at him, naked, rigid. His eyes were black. Her body betrayed her yet again, her nipples hardening, her center tingling as her blood began to pool.
They came together in a rush, a frenzy of motions, hands mouths tangled together erotically. She pushed him back forcefully and he landed on his back on the bed. She crawled atop him, taking his sex in her mouth almost roughly and he growled. She began to suck him, his hands gripping handfuls of her hair, forcing her face further and further down with each stroke. Finally she wrenched free nearly ripping half her hair out as she did. She straddled him reaching to pull his mouth to hers as she sank down on this throbbing arousal.
She rode him fiercely to the brink and back again, waiting ‘til she could feel him almost break then slowing, torturing him with the skill she’s learned from her only teacher. Her love. They fucked for hours, no tenderness, no emotion, just raw animal sex until Shannon literally couldn’t move.
The sun was high in the sky the next morning before she finally felt him stir. She lay still on her stomach, her eyes open and waited as he dressed himself, exactly the same way as always. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t speak, he didn’t look back. This time, he just walked the fuck out.
It was then that the floodgates opened. Months of bitterness and loneliness unleashed as she began to weep uncontrollably. The despair was so great that she literally couldn’t raise her hand to wipe her face. She cried for hours until suddenly the phone rang, bringing her back to life, back to reality.
She listened to the voice on the machine.
"Sha, it’s me. I’m at the Radisson Twin Towers on Kirkman Road if you need me. Room 2119. You know my cell number." The line went dead.
A force beyond her understanding raised Shannon from the bed. She showered mechanically and pulling on Taylor’s jeans from the night before and a forgotten t-shirt from the laundry, Shannon walked out of her palace bearing her drivers license, her social security card and her sanity. She left everything else behind…including her heart.