**CONTENT WARNING** Descriptive sex scene, reader discretion is advised. This is NOT added for gratuities sake nor meant to be pornographic; it's to show the main character unraveling and having promiscuous sex.

Crawl in bed with me

And writhe with me

Leave our names on these blood-soaked sheets

Come dance with me

And inveigle me

Leave our mismatched scruples at the door

And then I'll leave

It'll be my reprieve

Or will it be yours?

--From the song When I Leave

Lyrics by: Orion Bauwens

I couldn't sleep after Jake stumbled home, so I played video games to distract myself. Once the sun came up I spent the entire day cleaning. My house was completely trashed. Honestly though? I didn't even care. It provided a good distraction from my mind.

Throughout the day Ben and Jake have tried to call. I send them to voicemail. Ben doesn't leave one, but Jake leaves several. I don't listen to any of them. I'm too afraid to. 

By the time I'm done cleaning it's night, so I decide it'd be a good idea to go to the club. That way if Jake randomly shows up at my door I won't even be home.

"Hey," Olivia greets. "You grace me with your presence twice in one twenty-four hour period? How did I get so lucky?"

I smirk. "Don't get used to it."

She leans against the counter on one elbow, looking seductively at me. "Too bad."

I raise an eyebrow but before I can say anything, she pushes back off the counter.

"So, what can I get for you, Orion?"

"Beer."

"On it."

The hours slip by. Whenever Olivia doesn't have to do her job she comes over and chats with me. The talk is easy, and the beers go down even easier.

"Not in a dancing mood?" she asks me at one point.

"No. I'm enjoying the company."

That makes her smile.

By the end of the night she joins me for a cigarette. I'm drunk. And maybe it's the beer, but I realize how fucking hot Olivia is.

She's totally my type--not overweight but curvy, a nice ass in scrumptious tight jeans, with pin-straight blonde hair that's long. Some would probably say she's plain looking. Or maybe white trash or some shit--she has a tongue ring.

But honestly? They can go fuck themselves. She's turning my gears, hard.

"That was a fun party last night," she comments, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, it was."

"I'm curious," she continues, and looks at me dead in the eyes. "Why'd you invite me?"

I shrug. "I invited everyone I knew."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"I just--never mind."

"No--what?"

She turns red. "It's stupid."

"I'm sure it's not."

She looks at me. "I just thought--well maybe--maybe you wanted me there."

"I did want you there."

"Yeah, just like you wanted the other six hundred people that were there."

I can't help but laugh. "There were not six hundred people in my house. My house couldn't fit six hundred people."

She flicks her cigarette away and starts to leave. "Never mind, Orion."

"Hey! Hey hey hey." I gently grab her wrist and turn her towards me. "Don't leave. Please."

She stops and rolls her eyes at me.

"I did want you there Olivia. Promise."

She looks at the ground. "I wasn't just one of the randoms?"

I tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "You weren't just one of the randoms."

She smiles a bit. Then I put my hand on her cheek, and I'm not really sure why I do what I do next. Probably because I keep fucking everything up, so I might as well keep going.

I kiss her. It quickly turns passionate. Yet as I go to slip my hand under her bra, she steps back and slaps me.

I'm mildly stunned. Between the beer and the fact it's not my first time getting slapped by a girl I made a pass at, it's not too bad.

However, Olivia looks absolutely horrified. "Oh my God, Orion, I am sorry. I am so sorry."

"No, no, it's alright. I shouldn't have groped you. That was way outta line. I'm sorry."

"It's not even that--" she says, her eyes huge. "It's just, I saw you making out with Jake yesterday, and I saw you go upstairs, so I thought--I thought you were a couple, maybe, and I... didn't want to...be that...person--what's so funny?"

I'm laughing. I can't help myself. "Me? And Jake? No. No no no no."

Her brow furrows and waves her hands about. "Well how was I supposed to know?!"

I'm still laughing. "I assure you--there's nothing between us."

She looks perplexed. "Do you often make out with the members of your band?"

I try to get my laughter under control. After clearing my throat a bit, I settle down. "N-no. I don't. But I also assure you that there's nothing between us, and you'd never be 'that girl'."

"You promise?"

"Promise."

"You're not lying?"

"I swear on my dead father's grave."

Olivia closes the space between us then and kisses me. This time I caress her breast and she lets me. Before I know it we're in the back of her car, stripping. God, it's been so long since I've had sex in the back of a car I forget how absolutely awkward it is. But we're both so turned on and caught up in the moment we don't care.

Once we're naked she goes down on me for a while. I haven't been with anyone who had a tongue ring in ages, and it feels amazing. I moan and fling my head on the back of the seat, my arms spread out. For a moment it passes through my mind how much trouble we could get in if a cop came, but fuck it, this feels good, and I don't feel like worrying about anything right now.

After awhile I'm bucking my hips against her without even meaning to. But I don't want this to be over yet. So I pull her up on top of me. I want her to enjoy this as much as I have so far.

I take her breast in my hand, sucking on her nipple gently, running my tongue in a slow circle. She moans and giggles, throwing her own head back now. She's grinding on my thigh, her wetness making it slick.

I move my mouth to her other nipple, doing the same thing. She squeals. With my other hand I slowly slip my middle finger into her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her breath hitching a second.

"F-fuck, Orion..."

I lean forward, arm around her waist as I finger her, and whisper into her ear. "Condom. Pants pocket. Now."

She grabs it hastily from my discarded pants, my finger still in her. I tear it open just as quickly. We re-situate, her on top, riding me like her life depended on it.

It doesn't take long for us to both cum, grinding against each other, completely lost in the primal movement. And for a moment I'm sucked into blissful oblivion, completely unaware of myself or my surroundings, just basking in the orgasm I just had. I'm not gonna lie, either, it's one of the best ones I've ever had.

"Wow...I can't believe I just had sex with Orion Bauwens..."

And just like that my happy oblivion is gone.

I open my eyes slowly, peering at the dark sky I can see out the window above my head. It dawns on me that three days ago I broke up with my boyfriend. The day after that I slept with my best friend. And now I was sleeping with a female acquaintance. 

I guess I am a bit of a man-whore.

And I guess sleeping with a rock star would be impressive...That is, if I wasn't that rock star, and if I didn't know what a shit bag that rock star was.

Oh well.