"Sounds good, Lacey!" Mike, our sound guy yelled, and I nodded, sitting on the floor now with my bass. I looked over, rolling my eyes seeing the headliner's guitarist mocking what he said and turned off my connection, playing a line I had gotten in my head. Once Sophie finished her soundcheck, we started checking with the full band. When we were satisfied, I set my bass on its stand and went to walk off the stage. 

"Sounds good, Lacey," I heard again, but I raised my middle finger to him as he was laughing with another crew member. I went into the green room, trying to cool down as I took a sip from my water. How is the band going to directly ask us to open for them and then their guitarist won't get off my ass? It didn't make much sense to me. I continued to lay down until I heard Ricky knock on the door "Sleeping the day away?" he joked, and I stood. "You know, Rick, I really don't get you. You seem to only have an issue with me and not any of my other band members. You single ME out of everyone, and you know what you're doing," I spat and stepped close to him. "Have you ever thought that maybe you're just projecting because you're a pathetic piece of shit?" I finished and Ricky looked at me for a few moments before speaking. "I could never be jealous of someone like you. I mean, look at you...you really believe I would be projecting?" he spat back. At this point we were nearly face to face, if either of us would've taken a step, we would've been touching. "Oh really?" I laughed, "Then is it because you're upset that your dick is too small, so you think you have to compensate?" 

Just then, I heard the door slam, and Ricky swiftly moved, pushing me against it. His hand went to my throat, lifting slightly. I looked at him, slightly in shock, but also in a little bit of pain from my head hitting the door. He leaned slowly until his face was inches from mine and spoke again, "Why don't you tell me if I'm compensating?" he growled, then spat in my face. I looked at him, laughed and nodded, "You're on, Olson" I agreed and moved to push him off of me then onto the floor. "What could you do? You're pathetic. You're barely even a man," I spat. Ricky grabbed my shirt, pulling me down onto him, and shook his head. He turned so that I was now under him, pinning both of my arms above me and looked at me. "I'm gonna show you," he growled again and took my shirt in his hands, tearing it off, exposing me and when his eyes met mine again, I saw the color of his eyes change to a shade of lust. 

Ricky lifted my legs, raising them over his shoulders, then pressed against me in a teasing manner, looking down at me as he did. Though we were both clothed, I could feel him under my skirt. I heard him remove his belt, just for him to use it to bind my hands. I shook my head at him. "You really think tha-" I was cut off by him having already removed my underwear and shoving them into my mouth. "I'm keeping that fucking skirt on you. I want to fuck you in it" he spoke, then took my breasts in his hands. "You're going to go on that stage, and you're not going to even be able to play. Then who's the pathetic one?"

Before I could say anything else, I felt his tip against me, and I went to speak, but all that came out was muffles as he shoved himself into me. He reached one hand down, gripping harshly on my hip as he pushed himself in further. He didn't give any time for adjustment either, just continued his movements and leaned down to speak against my ear, "I'm going to use you. You wanna say I'm pathetic? Fuck you. Literally," he then bit down on my earlobe and continued to push in. After a few moments, I got used to the feeling, and tried to fight him, but he just tightened the belt more. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he shook his head, then moved to flip me over, he shoved my had down, and raised my hips to him. My rear was met with a few slaps from him, sure to bruise later, and he pushed as much as he could, leaving a mix of kisses and bites along my back. He kept hold of my rear, keeping a handful as he used his other hand to sneak back up to my breast. 

Once I did gain my composure, I was able to undo the belt, kicking him down. I moved to crawl over him, looking down, "You're still just a sad little boy," I shook my head and moved to lower myself onto him, pushing his chest down with my hand that was now free. "I'll show you how," I spat and let my hair drape over my shoulders as I moved against him. I could feel him coming undone under me as he let his guard down. I then took his face in my hands and spat down to him just as he did me before. I could feel him start to twitch and I slapped my hand across his cheek before shaking my head. "Don't you fucking dare" I denied him, until he gained his strength back, and stood up, holding me up in his hands. He tossed me onto the couch, before moving behind me again, groaning as he took my rear in his hand again, giving it a slap just before leaning down. "Don't fucking tell me what to do," he growled and dug his nails into my hips, leaving claw marks just as he released into me. I could feel him start to fill me up, and before I could say anything, I was met with his cum covered fingers being shoved into my mouth. I decided to lick his fingers off, then bit the tip of them, just as he removed them. "Still think I'm compensating?" he asked, now pulling out. I shrugged and looked to him. "You could do better" I shrugged earning a middle finger from him.