Rouge's Bizarre Adventure: Part 2

Trish leaves with Scarlet and Elise, kind of obvious what the plan is there. Not that I care. No, seriously, I don't care, Trish doesn't get tied down, she can fuck whoever she wants. You'd think she'd at least show some hesitation before fucking my sister and her girlfriend, but again, I don't care. I don't.

I'm left with a barely conscious Anya while the wonder twins finish setting up. It occurs to me that I actually don't know the name of their band. I mean, it also occurs to me that I don't care, but I suppose it's still a date, I should probably make at least the bare minimum of effort.

"So, random question, what's the band actually called?" I ask Anya.

"Doesn't have one, Skye thinks if they have a name it'll get all 'brand recognition' and shit." She responds, before collapsing back onto the table.

Wow, just a bit fucking pretentious then. God forbid you have any form of ambition, maybe want to succeed at something you claim to like? I swear, all that girl gives a shit about is drinking and fucking, ironic considering the virgin status. At least Trish has stuff she actively tries to accomplish in between the alcohol and sex.

I'm not thinking about Trish. Fuck off.

The band eventually starts and I coach Anya through the hangover-induced nightmare she's currently experiencing from the loud noises. Honestly, it's kind of impressive how committed she is to being here just to make sure she's supporting her girlfriend. I can see why Jasper couldn't stay mad, they're what everyone wants to be like.

The music is fine, nothing to shout about, fit for purpose at worst, a passable time-killer at best. Even I've got to admit Skye's stage presence is a talent, she has a way of drawing your attention and wanting her to do well... Even if I still want to see her fall on her face. Rob just kind of blends into the background, seems like he's more interesting in playing than performing for the crowd. Quite the pair.

Finally, the time comes, the band's finished, people are funnelling out. As dates go, I've had worse. Usually, I wouldn't consider sex at this stage, but these aren't usual circumstances... Because it's been a while, and I like Rob. I'm not thinking about anything else.

I'm not.

*

Well, the taxi ride over here was awkward as shit. Note to self, if you're gonna fuck a guy, don't get in a car with his sister.

We finally arrive at their flat, I know the protocol, I ask for directions to the bathroom, he tells me the way their and to his room, gives me time to prepare, gives Skye time to piss off, gives him time to hide the porn. I mean, no one has physical porn anymore, but that's not the point. Their place is pretty small, but thankfully they don't share a bedroom, that's a red flag, even for me.

I enter the bathroom and look in the mirror. Hair's fine. Make-up's survived a surprisingly long time. I grab a condom out of my purse and slide it into my bra, don't need to be fiddling with grabbing one later. I should take my tights off now, put them in my bag, that one's just personal preference, they get fiddly, ruins the mood. Pre-flight checks are done. All set. I'm ready. Easy as. No problem. I can go now. I'm going. Any minute now. Just step out the door. Out. Bitch, move!

I force myself to open the door and head towards the door Rob told me was his. I knock... For some reason. What am I doing? I open the door and see Rob laying on the bed in his boxers. He's not in bade shape, honestly, and from the outline in his boxers... This might just be fun. I look to his eyes before I start to speak... His closed eyes. His eyes are closed. He's snoring.

Did this motherfucking piece of shit fall asleep?

"Hey, dickhead!" I bark to no reaction. Son of a bitch. Here I am getting all dolled up and he fucking passes out. What was I thinking? I'm done with this cunt. I'll just go home and see if Trish is done with the swingers. Wait, I wasn't going to think about her. Shit. Fuck.

What the fuck do I do now?

I walk back through to the main room and fall onto the sofa... At which point I realise the TV's on. It wasn't on when I came through before. But the only other person here is-

"Try not to think badly of him, he had to work on short notice today, and then play the bar as well, guy's knackered." Skye explains, as she sits down on the sofa next to me. Excuse me, I know I'm in your house, but personal space? There's a recliner right there. "Want to drink and watch late night cop chases?" She asks, offering me a beer.

Fuck it, what else am I gonna do this evening? I crack open the can and watch the carnage unfolding on the screen. "Your band needs a name, by the way." I decide, taking a swig and putting my feet up on the coffee table.

"Hmm, maybe I'll call it Rouge Naked, that way everyone will want to see it." Skye retorts, almost causing me to choke. Okay, that's out of line. No one makes me have to re-drink beer.

"Some people would rather sleep." I point out. "Besides, you're halfway up Trish's arse, name your shitty band after her." I growl, holding off coughing.

Skye seems to contemplate this for a minute. "She doesn't want to give me an answer yet, I figure, we're both free to do what we like until then, so I can flirt away." She concludes. Well, Trish is taking the time to have a quasi-incestuous three-way, so I guess I can't fault her for some pick-up lines. They're better than her brother's at least.

"Well, go for it, you've got more chance of seducing a brick wall. Straight girl, remember?" I sigh. This chase is just dull, the guy's going like a mile a fortnight, I could probably catch him with a vigorous jog.

"Right... Except when you're not." Skye chuckles. "Look, I'm not trying to force you out or anything, but, if you enjoy having sex with girls enough to have a female fuck buddy, you're probably not entirely straight, maybe ninety-nine per cent? Ninety-eight? Either way, my odds aren't the worst."

I really hate when people bring that shit up. Okay, maybe there's one per cent of me that likes girls, that's nothing, an outlier, and even then I'd have slept with a man if I had the option.

"That's different, we're friends, and we agreed if we started seeing anyone else we'd stop, so now friends is all we are. I'm on a date with your brother, remember?" I argue.

This doesn't seem to deter little miss songstress. "Yeah, looks like a Hell of a date. So, if we're friends, does that mean I get to have sex with you?" She smirks. I can't tell if she's serious or not... Why does that excite me? Fuck that.

"We're not friends." I cut her down, coldly. Better off nipping this in the bud.

"I think we're friends. I even grabbed your boobs that time, what's more friendly than that?" She continues pushing my buttons. This little bitch is beginning to get on my nerves. What would a virgin know about casual sex? Okay, Trish was also a virgin when we did it but that was different. She put the effort in... Wait... That's an idea...

"Alright, fine." I announce. "We're friends. Fuck me. Now."

Skye's face drops. Knew it, she's all talk, if you call her out on her bullshit she shatters. Not so fun now, is it? She can't seem to form words. I should be satisfied. This should be enough. But... Something makes me want to scare her. To really shut her down. To make her regret ever coming near Tri- I mean, me.

I stand up and reach back, unzipping my dress. I glide the straps over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Reminds me of me and Trish playing truth or dare. If you take control of your sexuality then people who don't feel threatened. So, ironically, standing here in my underwear leaves Skye bare.

I'm not done.

She wants to play in the big leagues? I'll show her how that goes. I throw my leg over hers and straddle the waist of the terrified rocker. "I thought this was what you wanted." I mock her, grabbing her hands and putting them on my arse. "Where's all your bravado?" I grin, leaning in until my mouth is millimetres from her trembling lips, then moving past them until I'm at her ear. Her breathing is erratic, I can feel her heart racing. I breathe gently into her ear, followed by a whisper.

"If you want Trish. You have to go through me."