Bottoms Up: A Kinky Compendium

By Mercedes Del Ray

Unfortunately, even these couples aren’t able to ride off into the sunset, and live happily ever after. There are obstacles in the way. Perhaps the object of a chief protagonist’s desire might not feel the same attraction, or already have a partner. Just like in real life, there are any number of things that can go wrong with a budding romance.

However, the dominant men and one overbearing woman in these stories, will take not take no for an answer. They never give up pushing to get what they want. Even if they have to use manipulation and light coercion to draw a partner into their thrall, followed up by corporal punishment to ensure their continued submission.

Four of the stories have been published previously. Two are only available in this book.

Backstage Indecency: A tall curvaceous singer, Helen is out of control and a foul mouthed party girl. She likes a taller man she can look up to. When a much shorter guy makes a play for her, she isn't interested in what he has to offer. However, Jack is determined to make her his, and see her submit to him. He won't give up until he gets what he wants.

Doggy Style: Charlotte likes to relax by taking her dog for a walk on Bushy Park. When her relationship starts to break down she meets Hector. She can't help being tempted to cheat on her partner with him. He likes fast, rough sexual encounters and loves the risk of being caught. The park is the perfect place to indulge himself with Charlotte - and soon she's submitting to his every command whenever she can.

Rear Ended: Connor James is American and a self-made billionaire. When he comes to London to market the software his company produces, he gets picked up by a lady cab driver at Heathrow. He soon finds out that this dominant woman is sexually demanding, and likes to play some very scary games indeed.

Booty Call: Leona likes spending money, but doesn't believe in working for what she wants. She's playing dangerous by claiming benefits and not declaring all her earnings, but what she doesn't know is that the Benefits Office has all-seeing eyes. She's in serious trouble and she can't see a way out until the man investigating her case makes her a sleazy offer. Submit to him and he will make it all go away...

Uranus Rising: First impressions are everything. So when Paul meets the apparently clean living, submissive Susan, he asks her out to dinner. To his delight he finds that she has the same sexual tastes as him, although there are other subjects they just can't agree on. Soon, Paul has all kinds of plans for Susan but discovers she is not all she seems to be.

One Step Behind: When Scott meets Emily at his local gym in New York, he is captivated with her English accent, and natural looks. He prefers larger women too. However, she is at the gym to tone up and lose weight. As he gets to know her better, he wants her more and more. To his intense frustration, she is only in the USA for a year, and has a boyfriend in London. However, if Scott wants something or someone, he does not give up that easily.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mercedes Del Ray
• Release date: Dec 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310067112

Mercedes Del Ray

Mercedes Del Ray was born in London to British parents. The less said about her education the better. After she discovered boys, alcohol and cigarettes at the age of around thirteen, any hopes her father and mother might have had that she would excel academically were dashed.After leaving school, she spent many years working and travelling around the world before settling back in the UK. Along the way she has known many men and has been in a couple of long relationships - with a colourful selection of short term flings.Some of the events she relates in her written works are inspired by her own experiences, others are the product of her fertile and filthy imagination.

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Chapter One

As Helen stepped up to the mike, she wondered how many more gigs her band would play before they had to accept that their sets were just a pub act. If they didn’t get a break soon, the only way forward would be through menial nine to five drudgery. She was luckier than the others. At least, she enjoyed her day job, but trying to make a living teaching guitar, wasn’t what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She needed to be out there on stage before an audience, watching her perform the music she loved.

A New York girl with attitude, she stood five-foot eleven in her socks. Helen’s big tits and out there butt, rocked the black leather biker jacket and ripped blue jeans she was wearing. Her long, shaggy black hair with a revealing little white top, and too much makeup completed her intentionally sleazy look.

She stared defiantly at the audience, as she started belting out some of her own compositions while she tried to see what they were doing. Although most of the standing area was dark, she was aware that she had the full attention of most of the men, and the knowledge that many of them would love to fuck her brains out made her nipples hard.

The mounting sexual excitement Helen felt, made her work the stage like a bitch on heat. As she sang she strutted up and down. Whipping the crowd as well as herself, into even more of a frenzy. When she started to get so horny that she became wet between the legs, she rubbed the head of her guitar over her denim covered crotch and in between her thighs, as a sea of mobile phones appeared.

Finally, she threw her jacket down behind her. Most people knew where the set was going because they had seen this from her before – in fact, it was why they were at the gig early. They anticipated her top would come off soon, followed by her bra if it was their lucky night.

However, just as Helen was thinking about lifting her T-Shirt over her head, one of the organisers held up his hand to indicate that the band’s time on stage was done. As the audience gave a roar of disappointment, she walked over to plead their case for a few more minutes. When she blatantly stuck her tits out at him to try to get what she wanted, he readily agreed, but to her intense frustration insisted that there was a condition attached. This was she kept her clothes on.

She reluctantly complied as the band did a couple more numbers to finish up, then they left the stage and headed to the bar. As she had a beer with the guys, she recognised some of the usual people hanging out, but many of the regulars from the music industry were gone. Every time they performed, they saw a few less of the A&R men who might have been able to help them in the past. Declining record sales had seen to that.

To a man standing quietly in the shadows, Helen was the hottest thing he’d ever seen – he’d heard about her band and had decided to come along to the gig and check them out. He knew he could give them something they needed, so the chances were good she would give him the time of day and at least speak to him, even though she could have any man she chose.

Five-foot five with ginger hair and a baby face, Jack’s apparently boy next door charm belied what was lurking beneath the surface. A determined man who knew what he wanted, and usually got it, one way or another. And right now it was Helen that he knew he just had to have. He couldn’t take his eyes off her world class, totally sexy arse and imagined the things he would like to do to it, if she was bent over naked in front of him. His eyes travelled up her slim, toned body to stop at her large but gravity defying breasts - he tried not to stare at them as he felt his excitement growing. The thought of her shiny pink, slutty and utterly fuckable lips wrapped around his cock made it stiffen, as he imagined screwing her in every possible position until she didn’t know what day of the week it was. As his erection grew harder with every image that flashed through his mind, he was forced to look away until it had subsided.

When Jack could step forward without a tell-tale bulge in his jeans, he introduced himself to Helen and offered to buy her a beer. She didn’t hear him at first, and he felt his anger rising at being ignored. However, when he spoke to her again she apologised for not answering, saying she hadn’t heard him the first time and accepted a drink from him.

Although it instantly occurred to her that this little guy was simply trying to hit on her, when he said that he thought The Curves had given the most fantastic, live performance he’d seen in years, she didn’t really pay him much attention. Even when he went on to tell her that he was a former A&R guy turned label boss, she still refused to take him seriously, and tucked his proffered business card in her back pocket saying she would call him soon.

It was in their van on the way home that Paul the band’s lead guitarist, asked Helen, who the man was she’d been talking to at the bar.

The short, ginger guy? He said he used to talent scout, but he told me that now he co-owns a record company. I’m not sure if he is bull shitting or not, but I might call him. I thought he seemed a really nice chap - he was so cute I could put him in my pocket and take him home.

As the band members laughed incredulously she commented, Height isn’t everything, take you lot for example. You’re all over six feet tall, but the three of you are total arseholes when it comes to women and relationships.

Yeah but you never know if he’s bigging himself up or not unless you contact him. Do it for all of us – you don’t have to sleep with him. Just get us more gigs and a deal, Paul replied as the van pulled up outside Helen’s flat. His reply was enough to remind her that the band’s situation was dire, so once she was inside, she took Jack’s card out of her pocket and put it on her living room table, so she wouldn’t lose it.

Chapter Two

It was after eleven when Helen crawled out of bed the next day - she was showered and dressed just in time for her first student’s arrival for his weekly guitar lesson, so it wasn’t until mid-afternoon that she remembered to ring Jack. He picked up his mobile on the second ring as if he was waiting for her call.

After they had arranged to meet at a pub in Islington that evening, Helen rang round the members of her band to see if any of them would like to come with her. They all claimed to be busy, so she showed up at the appointed time on her own.

She was casually dressed in checked leggings and a top which was a little too tight, with the same black leather jacket she’d worn at the gig. Thinking that her kinky, high-heeled boots might make Jack feel uncomfortable she’d decided to put on Converse trainers. However, when she saw him at the bar and walked up to him, she got an immediate vibe. Whether he really was a label boss or a smooth-talking liar, he was after her arse. Big time. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. And he didn’t see the disparity in their heights as a reason not to try for what he wanted.

However, Helen did – like most women, she liked a taller partner, although her height and preference severely limited her choice of men. She would happily settle for guys the same height or perhaps an inch or two shorter, but a man who she would have to stand in the gutter to kiss? Not a chance! When she’d seen pictures of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, no way had she been able to work out how they lined everything up in the sack!

So she started asking which groups Jack had signed up to his label, and how he’d helped further their musical careers. Although she didn’t know the artists, he mentioned, his answers checked out along with the names of the contacts he spoke of. Suddenly, she realised she could have investigated all this before she met him, so she went to the women’s toilet and quickly googled him and the details of his small indie record label, on her iPhone. The Google search results of his name, and a photo confirmed that he was who he said he was.

Helen hadn’t planned on having sex with Jack, and knew she really shouldn’t. As they talked, she wrestled with her conscience wondering if she would be left with any self-respect, if she slept her way to the fame and fortune, she thought that the rest of the band and herself deserved. But, in the end her ambition triumphed over her pride, when she knew for sure he could give her and the band a lift up the ladder. After all, it would only be happening once or twice, and no one except the two of them needed to know about it, so she decided that she would definitely put out that night. Jack certainly seemed sweet and easy going, and she thought she could get what she needed from him on her terms.

So when he suggested that she went back to his house in Highgate for ‘coffee’ she readily accepted. As he hailed a cab from Angel, and they headed up the Holloway Road he didn’t really make conversation until they pulled up outside a large Georgian house. However, as they went down the hallway, he finally spoke:

When I bought this place it had been shoddily converted into flats and bedsits. It was in a real state – the roof was open and there were squirrels and pigeons living in it. I’m a musician myself, so I’ve spent a lot of money on the house to get it back to its former glory. I’ve converted the basement flat to a soundproofed studio. Do you want to have a look?

Of course, Helen wanted to see. The band had been using their various front rooms to jam in, but thanks to the neighbours’ complaints to the local council and their various landlords about the noise in the evenings, their practice times were seriously curtailed. As she looked around the studio area, she really thought that at last her luck had changed – the short guy was going to come up trumps.

She followed him back upstairs to the kitchen where he started brewing the promised coffee, then went with him into a large sitting room. Once they had sat down she told him that she had studied music at the Adelphi University in New York and talked about her time there. Then they discussed rock music and bands for what seemed like hours as she puzzled over when he was going to make his move. At almost one in the morning, he said, You’ve got a five-octave vocal range, and you play great rhythm guitar. Your lead guitarist is fantastic, and the other two guys are good too. Do you play any other instruments?

When Helen said she and the lead guitarist could both play keyboards, Jack said, Fantastic! You’re also very good looking, but you know that already don’t you?

Helen didn’t know what to say as he moved in on her – all she knew was she had to have sex with him if she wanted a deal for her and the band. And try to pretend to enjoy it if she could. When Jack kissed her for the first time his tongue went in her mouth, as his hand went into her bra, and squeezed and twirled her left nipple up until it was rock hard. As she pretended to be enthusiastic by giving a fake whimper of pleasure, he took her hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Then, she fleetingly thought perhaps this guy was not quite as cute and malleable as she’d previously believed.

Sure enough she was right. She just had time to see that the bedroom was bare of furniture except for a large futon bed with a small bedside table beside it, before he was on her. Pulling her face to his level, he kissed Helen so long and hard, she thought his tongue was going to go down her throat and choke her. She felt her top being hauled off before Jack put his hand down the back of her leggings and squeezed her buttocks, as he kissed her again. Finally, he pushed her on to the bed, unlaced her Converse trainers and pulled them off, then yanked her leggings, panties and socks off as if they were all one garment, and threw them on the floor by the bed.

If Helen had blinked she would have missed Jack taking his own clothes off, and hardly had time to draw breath before he was on top of her, kissing her roughly as his hands went all over her, exploring every nook and cranny of her body. She hadn’t expected things to move quite so quickly, and stopped them from going any further by asking if he’d got any condoms.

For the first time, she saw his not so nice side when he said: Fuck that honey, forget about them. I want to feel my cock inside you with your juices all over it, not some rubber sock

Helen was very surprised. As she got up and went through her bag to get the rubbers she always carried with her, she asserted herself by saying, No balloons, no party! You might look cute, but I’ve no idea what places you’ve been sticking your dick in, and you don’t know where I’ve been either. In our industry everyone’s poking everyone else all over the place, but I won’t take risks. Use a condom you stupid fucker!

A familiar red mist started to swirl before Jack’s eyes. All his life he’d been described with the same-old adjectives due to his lack of height, and ‘cute’ was not how he saw himself – he didn’t like being called a stupid fucker either. He experienced the familiar feeling of fury he always had when he thought he was being put down for being short and ginger with chubby cheeks. The anger that had nearly led to him getting a record for GBH as a teenager, when a tall guy had cut in on him while queuing to buy a round at a bar. His father had paid the man he’d assaulted off to stop him pressing charges.

He had never been violent again, and wouldn’t even think of hitting a woman. Now at the age of thirty-six, he’d also learned to control his temper, but the expression on his face frightened Helen as she wondered why he looked so angry. Without saying another word, she began to get dressed, with the intention of leaving.

Chapter Three

The prospect of not getting laid made Jack cave in immediately. He correctly imagined that Helen had no shortage of men wanting to bang her brains out all night long, and had just been trying it on for a bareback fuck. Although he was determined to have her, one way or another, that night, he knew that screwing this woman without protection was complete stupidity - like playing Russian Roulette with catching some STD or worse as the payoff. Okay you’re right, please don’t go he said, I’ve got some rubbers here, no problem.

Jack’s features returned to the open, friendly expression Helen had seen previously, as she took her panties and bra back off. However, she could see the lust in his eyes when she crawled up the bed like a tiger while he watched her. As she lay back, he rolled on top of her and began kissing her, as his hands resumed touching, stroking and invading her everywhere.

His intensity and voraciousness shocked Helen as he just kept it coming – the man seemed unstoppable. Despite her initial misgivings about this guy, she started to get really turned on by him as he sucked on her large, dark-brown nipples before running his tongue slowly down over her belly to taste the juices from her leaking cunt. When she experienced the feeling of him licking the sensitive spot between her labia, before moving on to nibble at her clit as he slowly finger fucked her vagina, her moans of pleasure started to be genuine.

In the back of her mind, she’d had the niggling worry that small height might equate to small dick. Once she saw what Jack had on offer, she was relieved to discover she was wrong. Although his erection was probably of average size, his small build made his cock look very big and thick, and she found out soon enough that he really did know how to use it.

By the time he’d spread her legs out and got them over his shoulders, she couldn’t wait for a good, rough shafting. Jack found entering her saturated pussy was a slick operation, and the condom he’d been made to wear didn’t spoil his enjoyment of socking it to Helen’s wet and willing cunt long and hard. He took his time with her, not caring about the discomfort she might be in – he wanted to show her that he was not the nice, easy going patsy she thought he was, by fucking her until she had trouble walking in a straight line.

In fact, Helen worked out regularly at the gym and was extremely flexible, with a very strong back. She loved screwing in this position and how deep it enabled Jack to pump into her. She was completely out of control, and even though she could hear herself squealing and moaning she couldn’t stay quiet as he put his hands under her ample buttocks and squeezed them as his thrusts into her became even more vigorous and rough. Finally, she came like a rocket as Jack spurted, and as he let her legs flop down from over his shoulders, she couldn’t understand how she had ever misread this guy so much. He was fantastic in the sack.

He was unstoppable all night long and fucked her every which way he wanted to, determined to make this great big woman get it that he was as much of a hot-shot lover as any six footer. There was something about her that was different to all the other sluts he’d strung along in the past, with promises of a recording deal and fame. This chick and her band actually had talent. He knew with the right guidance from him, they could make it big.

Even though Helen normally had a voracious sexual appetite once she got going, she could barely keep up with his demands. By the time morning came she was exhausted, and felt totally invaded in every orifice – Jack had used his rampant cock to such great effect that no part of her body was left unexplored by it. A hot shower before she left for home didn’t even come close to making her feel better. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but she knew she couldn’t because she was teaching all day.

It wasn’t until the evening that she had time to think about the previous night’s events, the latter of which she reminisced about with enjoyment. As her nipples hardened she thought more about the details of what had happened in Jack’s bedroom. However, her enthusiasm was short-lived when she remembered that all their talking had been about mutual friends, bands and music. At no time, had Jack made her a concrete offer of a deal or anything beneficial to the band – she’d been pushed over by him. Helen cursed her stupidity as she suddenly became aware that she’d given it up far too soon.

Chapter Four

When there was no further contact from Jack, Helen began to get impatient and angry - and felt just a bit used. After talking about it to the rest of the band, she agreed to chase him up. As before he picked up her call almost immediately. Suddenly, she was very nervous but was determined to be assertive and push hard for what she wanted. After saying hello, she asked him, if he had any thoughts about signing up The Curves.

Yes I’m interested, he responded coldly. But I’m rather busy, so I haven’t got time to see you right now. Could I get back to you next week? To her extreme annoyance he rang off without even saying good-bye, then there followed a frustrating wait to hear from him. She was debating whether she should ring him again, then her phone went one morning. She picked up to find him on the line.

Can you get together your band with your manager, if you have one and come and see me? Although she was very excited she tried to play it cool, before agreeing and asking for the address of his office. When she heard him say, No I’d like to hear you play again so bring your stuff with you to my house, and have a jam in the studio downstairs, she couldn’t stay detached any longer, and thanked him profusely before arranging a time to visit.

Next she rang her friend Dave, who as well as driving the band to gigs, doubled as their manager. He was the one who worked his butt off in his free time, maintaining their website and keeping in touch with the fans via social media. She thought he could hear the good news first, before the rest of the band. They were as ecstatic as she was and met up that very same evening to celebrate.

So did you let him in your knickers, when you had that drink with him? Dave asked with a grin.

Helen’s smile was all the answer he needed, although she wouldn’t give out any details other than she would quite like to repeat the experience at some point in the future. What’s with that little guy – he must have a monster sized cock to have you wanting to go back for more? Paul said as the other band members laughed loudly, and continued ribbing her about it for the rest of the evening.

They arrived at Jack’s house at the appointed time, to find him waiting for them with another two men who he introduced as the fellow owners of the Big Log record label, before saying, Let’s go downstairs and hear you play.

Once they had set up, they kicked off with their own compositions, which Helen performed like a pro. As she worked the mike, she made it clear to Jack that it was him, she was singing to, getting wet between the legs while her engorged labia chafed against her panties. The thought of how he’d gotten her on all fours and lingeringly taken her from behind while he roughly kneaded and squeezed her breasts, made her nipples so hard that they hurt as they rubbed against her bra. When she felt her juices leaking out on to her jeans, she hoped that any staining didn’t show.

By the time the band had finished their jam, she was so excited she was gagging to be fucked by Jack again. If there had been no one else around she would have jumped him, there and then. She knew that she shouldn’t be letting him have her so easily, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how good the sex with him had been - she wanted to go back for more. If it was the last thing she did, she knew she had to sleep with him again.

However, as they had a beer and chatted, she was reminded of how precarious their future was as Jack finally laid it on the line to the band.

I’m going to level with you lot. Guitar bands are not big right now. Funk and retro soul are very in, and electronic rubbish is what a lot of youngsters are listening to these days, although rock and post-punk still has a significant amount of interest. Your sound is great, and I like you - I believe you all have real talent. That’s the musician in me talking. However, the two guys I’ve got with me are business men, and they know what’s hot right now, and they are telling me to proceed with caution. I'm going to help you get some gigs to keep you going, but I’m not giving you a deal yet. If you want that, you guys are going to have work with me, then we’ll talk about a sign up later.

Like the rest of the band, Helen would have agreed to anything if it meant that they could keep going, and nodded her head to show she understood.

Okay now I’m assuming that you all have day jobs. Don’t give them up yet! You can come into the studio to jam in the evenings, just call me to arrange times. I’ve got a couple of other bands that come in too, so don’t think you can turn up when you feel like it. One more thing Helen - if you want a sign up, from this day forwards your clothes stay on at gigs. All of you are fine musicians, and I want people coming to hear you play, not to see the lead singer’s tits. Do I make myself clear?

Sure she replied. Anything you say!

However, Jack’s next words snapped her out of her compliant state when he said, I’m trying not to think with my dick, like your fans do. You’re a wild thing in the sack, and we had a fantastic session. Now I’m thinking of investing time and possibly a lot of cash in the band; we want some return! This is a small indie record label, and we don’t want to waste money!

As Jack’s colleagues and the other band members began to laugh, Helen saw red. She was absolutely furious. There was no way she was letting this conceited man speak to her like that, even if he was blinding in the sack.

Fuck you, you arrogant prick. Stick your deal up your arse! she said and stormed out. She was so angry that she decided there was no way she was going to sign up with this guy’s record label or have anything to do with him again, in or out of bed.

Chapter Five

Jack was as good as his word. When he rang her a few days later to say he’d spoken to a contact and got the band in as a support act at a gig in The Dublin Castle in Camden, Helen swallowed her pride. Perhaps letting the short guy into her knickers so easily was worth it to keep The Curves going, she’d certainly had a good time that night. However, she wasn’t about to have sex with him again after the horrible way he’d spoken to her in public, even though she’d loved the things they had got up to. No way. What a self-opinionated twat he was.

The Curves practiced in his studio most nights. However, apart from coming down to listen to them, and give feedback about their performance, he made no attempt to get Helen alone. Although she was still determined that the sex with him would be nothing more than a one off, she couldn’t help feeling a little bit put out. Memories of the night she’d spent with him, and the things they had done together kept coming into her mind and making her nipples harden at the most inconvenient times.

At last, the night of the gig arrived. As the band stepped out on stage, they were confident they would knock the audience dead. However, as they played their set, Helen could see that a lot of them were talking amongst themselves, and were obviously just tolerating their act until the headline band came on. More than anything, she hated being ignored when she was performing.

There was one sure-fire way to get their attention so Helen slid her jacket off. All eyes faced front immediately, as she teased them by lifting up her top just a little. Then she did her favourite trick of rubbing her guitar head against her denim covered crotch, as her nipples started to harden. Finally, her T-Shirt came off followed by her bra. As she’d done many times before, Helen finished up the gig topless with her jeans soaking wet between her legs. As she walked off, the listeners roared their appreciation, but when she caught Jack’s eye, she knew he was not amused.

However, when she put her clothes back on and joined the rest of the group at the bar for a beer, he seemed very happy with them when he came over saying he would like to buy them a round. He went on to say, Well done; I think you’ve asserted yourself with that performance. Helen relaxed thinking that now they were on the way up, she could apologise to him later. If she promised never to get her tits out again, he would be fine. So when he suggested she went to his house the following day on her own, to try out some of his compositions to see if they would work with her voice, she readily agreed thinking that she could make things right with him then.

Chapter Six

In the morning, Helen woke up thinking that it wasn’t such a good idea to go around to Jack’s place by herself, and tried to think of an excuse she could give to cancel. In the end, she took the easy way out, and sent him a text saying she didn’t feel well. There was no response for a while, then her mobile went off late in the afternoon. She picked up to find Jack on the line. After asking how she was, he suggested that she go to see him the following evening. She still had her misgivings about going into his home without someone else with her, but was reassured when he mentioned he would have some friends rehearsing in the studio downstairs.

Helen turned up at Jack’s house at just after six, feeling fairly confident that they were only going to talk music and nothing else. After all, if there were other people in the property, he would be unlikely to try for a repeat performance of what had happened previously. However, when he invited her into his living room, not the studio, she still did not feel totally at ease with him. As she sat down, she saw a pile of sheet music, and asked if this was what he wanted her to look at.

Yes, he said. I wanted to make it big when I was younger, but I never had the luck, and if I’m honest the talent. That’s why I changed direction and became a talent scout. Then later, I teamed up with the guys you met the other day, and we started up our own label. However, I still do some composing, and play guitar to relax. I just wanted to hear how my work sounds when you sing it.

Helen thought she could apologise for getting topless at the gig, before they talked about his music and said, Jack, I'm really sorry about the other night. You are right; the band is better than that – I’m letting the guys down. I really don’t need to be so sleazy to get people to listen to us. From now on, I will be doing this, your way and that’s a promise.

Then she started looking through Jack’s compositions, thinking that there was no way she would be interested in working with them. However, she decided she should ask the rest of the band what they thought before refusing outright. As she pondered on how best to tell Jack, she didn’t want to perform his stuff, she wasn’t aware of how quiet he’d gone for some minutes until she looked up and saw the expression on his face. It made her tremble with fear as she wondered what she’d done wrong. He didn’t speak for a few seconds, then he said:

Damn right you won’t be taking your top off in public again. In future, the only man who will be seeing your tits is me. Do I make myself clear?

Helen was so completely taken aback that she was unable to respond but when he said, Do you fucking understand what I’m saying to you, you big-headed bitch? Your breasts belong to me, she dipped her head a little to make a pretence of agreeing. In reality, she was frightened that she would be prevented from leaving if she tried to.

When he said, Stand up you whore, and bend over that table she knew what was coming next, and decided she would not submit to that kind of treatment. As she got up and started to walk he said, Sure, there’s the door over there go anytime you want to; you're not a prisoner here. I’ve never forced a woman in my life. But, I can’t help you if you won’t listen to what I’m telling you. You have a mind of your own, and that’s great, but I know what’s best for you and the band. I’ve been in the music business for a long time. Sit down, shut up and listen to what I’ve got to say.

Slowly, Helen complied, before Jack went on. I’d like you to be instantly recognisable as Helen Dixon. Not a strip club version of Chrissie Hynde. You’re both Americans, but that’s where the similarity should end. She’s always been a great musician, there’s nothing wrong with being influenced by her, but be distinctive as yourself. So use less makeup and let your hair go back to its natural colour.

Helen was very annoyed by these comments, and had no intention of changing her appearance. She liked the way she looked, so fuck what Jack thought. However, she pretended to agree by whispering she would have a think about it before he said, If you want a deal, show us that you’re worth our investment. I’m convinced that the rest of the band are, but it’s you that I’m not sure about. With that, tears pricked Helen’s eyes - she didn't know if the guys would be loyal to her if a sign up was on offer that excluded her.

Jack sat and watched her try to keep herself from crying for a few seconds, before quietly giving his original order again, I told you to bend over my living room table. Then Helen became aware that she had more immediate worries. Thinking she might just as well pander to this guy’s monstrous ego for the band’s sake and leave after, she did as he told her.

She was wearing a very short black denim skirt which allowed Jack to pull down her panties with no difficulty. He instructed her to step out of them, then lean forward and spread her legs out as far as she could so that the crack between her bare buttocks was spread wide.

Then as his first stinging wallop burned across Helen’s butt,