The very last show, and an explosive ending.

Arriving downstairs the doorbell rings when I walk past it. I open it and Lindsy is standing there. "What? No trenchcoat?" And I smile big at her. She shakes her head, "as much as I want to, I don't have the time. I just came to say goodbye." 

I look at her questiongly, the smile gone from my face. "What? Where are you going?" I ask when she keeps silent a little too long for my liking. 

"Victoria Secret's wants me to join their team and design at least three lines for them. And maybe even more." She beams at me, happiness radiating off of her. I know it's her dream, but I'll be sad with her gone. 

"Congratulations, but I'll miss you," I say as I hug her tight. "When are you leaving?" I ask as I pull away. "The flight leaves tonight, so I need to go and pack and ask Mike to handle the rest." We hug again and she waves as she turns around, And just before she gets in her car and leaves, she turns back to me and yells. 

"Could you explain it to Vere?" I nod and wave and after a few seconds she is gone. I know we can still talk, but not seeing her will be something I need to get used to. I close the door, and walk to the dining table. All are sitting at the table and greet me. I take a seat and as soon as my ass touches the chair, I get pinned by the look in Tyler's eyes. 

"Another excessive morning work-out I saw." he tells me, one eyebrow raised and humor shining through his soft orbs. I giggle and nod as I take a bite of a strawberry. Juice slides down my chin, but before I get the chance to lick it away, my head is turned and Jay licks it off me. "So sweet." He whispers against my lips. I lean forwards and press my lips firmly against his and stroke through his hair. Not as soft as Quinn's. 

I pull back and put the rest of the strawberry into my mouth. I eat the rest and the boys are discussing what they want to do today. I don't have any plans, but I listen and when all expressed what they are going to do, I'm torn on who to join. 

My choice gets made for me. As soon as I put the last piece of fruit into my mouth, Jay jumps up and takes my hand. "I claim you for now," he says as he pulls me up and after him towards the dance studio. Figures he wants to dance. We enter and he walks towards the music system. He hooks it to his phone and starts a playlist. 

He slowly walks closer, and then he dances and I just watch. He dances in circles around me and a big and radiant smile lights up his face. He looks happy, in his element. At some point he gets a chair from the back room and makes me sit on it.

He changes the music and begins my own and private strip show. He slowly loses his clothes as he rolls his body every way he can. The arousal for him grows and I shift on my seat. The anticipation is palpable and he smiles seductively when he finally loses the last item from his body. I crook my finger at him and he steps closer.

I reach out, and when I can touch him, I pull him to me and kiss his abs before my tongue licks down. I can feel his member twitching and I look up through my lashes and he looks drugged. Eyes half-lidded, dark and his mouth open, taking quick breaths. I lick my lips before sliding them over the head of his cock. He throws his head back and sighs in pleasure. His hands find their way into my hair and he helps me move.

When he grows bigger and throbs constantly I deep throat him and swallow. The pressure gets to him and he lets himself go, empting inside my mouth and down my throat. He steps back and I lick the aftertaste of him from my lips as I look at him. He regards me silently till his breath is back to normal. He then smiles and takes both of my hands. He pulls me up and lifts my skirt higher so it pools around my waist. He kneels down and puts one of my legs over his shoulder. He grabs my ass as he buries his nose against me and takes a deep breath. 

He slips my panties to the side and licks me slowly, and a moan floats out of me at the exquisite feeling. Warm, wet and soft, yet also firm, raw, so the sensations are intoxicating. "Right there. Don't stop." I moan as I grab his hair on the top of his head and pull. He groans and the vibrations tingle through me.

I roll my hips and help him, he pushes a finger into me and when he doesn't feel any restriction he adds a second. He pulls them out slow and back in faster, while curling so he hits that sweet spot deep inside me and after a few heartbeats I fly away.

The orgasm washes through my entire body and every muscle is shaking. He helps me down, and when the shaking stops he looks up at me. Face covered in my juice, he grins at me before he wipes his face. He embraces me and kisses me slowly. I melt in his arms and sigh into his mouth. 

He pulls back and turns me around, he places my knee on the chair, spreading my legs a little. He steps closer behind me and I can feel him push in slowly. And when he is half-way in he thrusts hard. His hips snapping into mine. He grabs my waist and pulls me back. I moan and squeeze my walls. He groans and speeds up more as he slaps my ass. His hands grab my breasts and he pulls me upright and his lips attach to my neck right away. 

All of the sensations give me a sensory overload, and as he sucks on my neck, leaving a hickey, I fall apart as I climax around his thrusting cock. He groans feeling me come undone and he speeds up again, and after a few sloppy and erratic thrusts he stills and I feel him grow bigger and twitch his release into me. He hugs me, as his chin is on my shoulder and he kisses my cheek softly. 

"Thank you for yesterday. I know I overreacted." He tells me after a while. I look sideways and kiss his cheek in return. "No problem. Are you okay now? I'm sorry you didn't like the rides." I say as I step away and feel him leave my body, I grab his hand and lead him to the back room and the small shower. I turn it on and push him under it before following.

"It's not that I didn't like the rides. I liked most of them, just not the scary ones. So I did enjoy myself. And your presence helped. I really liked the one with the elves, and I finally got to sit next to you." He mumbles as his face is in the crook of my neck. I stroke his back, glad he isn't too upset about yesterday. I get soap, as does he and we wash each other. We both rinse off and I turn the shower off.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, and am glad you're back to your joyful self." I say as we dry ourselves. We get back in the studio and collect our clothes before dressing. We leave for the main house and enter into the kitchen and Tyler is behind the stove making dinner. It smells heavenly, and my stomach growls. Jay hears it and chuckles alerting our presence. Tyler looks up and a gummy smile is directed my way. We take a seat at the table and the others join us one by one. We chat about everything, and Tyler calls Xavier over so they can get the food to the table. Dinner tastes great and is enjoyable, and the food is devoured quickly.

We all clean, and finish in no time. The guys want to watch a movie, and we make ourselves comfortable. Half-way through the movie I doze off on Vere's shoulder. I wake up in my bed the next morning.

The two weeks off pass me quickly and before I know it, it's the morning of my birthday. I'm nineteen now, I don't feel any different. It's the first time in five years I don't want it to be my birthday. The show tonight, even though it's the last one, darkens my mood. I sigh and get out of bed. I do my morning routine and dress. I go downstairs and as I reach the dining table I smile. The boys decorated the house, and on the table is a cake with candles. 

Xavier comes up behind me, "Happy birthday Nadja," and he hugs me tightly. One after the other they congratulate me and hug me close. At the end I feel like a thoroughly squeezed stress ball. "Thank you guys, you shouldn't have. But I love it." I chuckle. Xavier lights the candles and I proceed and blow them out, making a wish. 

Tyler cuts everyone a piece and we dig in. "I'm sorry I'll be away today. I wish it could have been different but we'll do something later to make up for it." I tell them once I'm finished with my cake. They assure me it's fine, and not my fault, so they understand. They are finished too and I put the leftovers into the fridge while they clean the table. 

I go up to my room and pack my essentials. Arriving downstairs, I find them in the living room, watching TV. "I'll be leaving now. I don't know when I'll be back. They have an afterparty planned as well. It could be tomorrow. Goodbye and don't burn my house down, please?" And I look at Namjoon and he blushes. The things that break while he is around is absurd. Objects I've had for years, suddenly fall apart as soon as he gets close. I wave and turn around. I get my shoes and coat and grab the keys. 

I make my way outside and when I'm by the car I get turned around roughly. Lips crash to mine and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. His tongue invades my mouth and I gasp at the dominance. He bites my lower lip and growls low in his throat before sliding his tongue over mine. He pulls back, "Goodbye, little Minx." and he takes a step back. I stroke his cheek, "Goodbye Sexy, I'll miss you." And I open the car door and get in. I look sideways through the window and he's staring at me and before the urge to jump out and into his arms again I look forwards and drive away, leaving him standing there. 

The drive is long and I fill the time listening to music. Arriving at the venue I get out after parking and lock the car. I go inside and find the dressing room assigned for me. I find all the clothes on a rack in the order I need. At some point I get called backstage and there I meet the others. Some greet me, like Alfred and Chester. Others don't and look at me like they smelled something icky. 

The last show takes longer, and we have to dance more. Luckily the time flies and before I know it, I'm on my way to the after party. We're all in the limo and the mood is exuberant. Arriving at the hotel where the party is at we get out and head inside. Fiona hands me my drink, after making our way over to the bar. I'm not paying attention and accept it blindly. 

After three sips, my mind starts to feel blurry and I sink into oblivion. The next time I wake, I'm tied to a bed and fear spikes my blood, not understanding what is happening. My vision is blurry and I can only see vague shadows hovering around me. My voice is non-existent and I can only moan in discomfort. I pull on my arms but it's no use. Then I realize I'm naked as a hand feels me up and bile rises to my throat. I don't have a clue whose hand it is, my vision is still blurry. And no matter how often I blink it doesn't improve.

Suddenly a hand grabs my arm harshly and I feel a sting, and I know they are shooting me up with something. The fear spikes more but I'm powerless to do something and slowly I lose the feel of my limbs. I'm a floating thought, ensnared by the drug's capability for immobility. A shadow hovers over me and I know someone is on top of me. Suddenly my mind clears and I register everything that's done to me. Every slap, spank, squeeze, scratch, bite, lick and thrusts gets imprinted on my brain and I feel the tears leave my eyes. 

The first gets replaced by a second, and then a third. By the fourth my mind is catatonic, and I zone out completely. 

The next time I'm awake, I'm still tied. My vision is still blurry, and I feel them put something on my head. A buzzing sound starts and the vibrations running through my brain make me dizzy, and when it becomes too much I pass out. 

The third time I awake, I don't know where I am. I don't know what happened. Why am I here? Why am I naked? I don't know and the thought scares me. I search for my clothes and find them in the bathroom. I dress and find my phone in my back pocket. When I check the time I'm stumped. It's two days after my birthday. I lost two days. I rack my brain but the last thing coming to my mind is the after party and receiving a drink from Fiona. I leave the room and leave the hotel. Luckily I have my credit card so I take a taxi to where my car is. I drive home and the anticipation grows. How are they going to react. I was gone longer than I told them. 

I park my car and get out. After locking it I walk towards the front door. I open it and enter. I close the door and I hear them talking in the living room. I make my way over and when I see them I gulp. They all look angry.

Quinn is the first to notice me and the look of anger grows on his face. I know I'm back later but he doesn't need to be so angry. He jumps up and it alerts the others to my presence. "So there you are. How the hell could you?" He yells and I take a step back, surprised at the venom in his voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come home so late, I don-," but he cuts me off. "What the hell are you talking about?" He growls. I look at the others and they look angry and betrayed? Why betrayed? What happened? I look back at Quinn and when I don't answer him I steps closer and waves his phone in front of my face. 

The movement makes it difficult for me to see so I grab it out of his hands. When the picture becomes clear to me I gasp in horror. It's me, you can't see my face, but Quinn's tattoo is in full display, as I'm naked on top of someone. The tears flow down my cheeks as I try to recall the events of the last two days. Nothing comes to mind and I look up at them. 

"You played us." Quinn says, and he looks at me with hate, and that hurts me even more than the knowledge someone forced me. The others look betrayed and angry, not Tyler though. He looks at me with pain in his eyes. His whole face radiates hurt, and I reach for him but he shakes his head and takes a step away from me.

"I didn't play you. It's not what y-," but Quinn cuts me off again. "Don't lie like with the bruise on your face." And my eyes grow big, and he smiles evilly at me. The others look more betrayed now and even angrier. I stay silent, I don't have an answer for him, and if he doesn't want to listen I'm not going to force him. If he has that little faith in me I won't change his mind now. 

"Your silence is enough. I told you guys it's true. I've never met anyone like you. You had us all around you little finger. Did you enjoy it, playing with us as you did?" He spits at me full of hate and my heart breaks into a million little pieces. I silently cry, looking from one to the next but I don't find any sympathy, I've lost them all, and they're not even willing to let me explain. I don't have a clue as to how I would convince them anyway. I don't even know what happened exactly. 

The horror of being forced has ebbed away a little, with the accusations Quinn is throwing my way. He starts to laugh and shakes his head, "see she doesn't even try to deny it. I'm done with this." He says, and I start to get angry. How the hell does he think I played them. I thought he knew me better. That they knew me better. I was open and up front from the start and now he accuses me of foul play. I glare at him, and point my arm at my front door. "Get the fuck out of my house." I cross my arms and glare at him, and he stares back, grinding his teeth. He doesn't move, "You were done? Were you not? Get the fuck out." I say, and he shifts on his feet.

"You're just a dirty little slut who spreads her legs for everyone who wants it, are you not?" he asks me and I'm taken aback by the question. My anger level drops being replaced by hurt. Does he really think so low of me? 

"Quinn. Don't you think that's a little too harsh?" Adam asks him. Quinn laughs some more, "harsh? No, she deserves it, playing with our feelings like that." he spits at me. It all becomes too much, and I take a couple steps back.

"Well, if you all think so little of me, please leave my house before I get back." I turn around and run out to the hallway. I get my shoes on, grab the keys and run to my car. I get in and drive away. The tears flow freely and my vision gets blurrier and blurrier. I don't pay attention, my brain completely consumed by hurt. Suddenly there is a loud metal crash and my head bangs against the steering wheel and I know no more.