Non-Consensual

(MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter contains drug use and sexual assault.)

There was a knock on the door. The door was decorated with stars and hearts cut from construction paper. The names Periwinkle and Jo-Jo were in purple and green letters. 

"Our phones! Yay!" Joanna jumped up off the bed and bounded to the door.

"Hey, girls. Here you go. You have one hour. Make it count! And remember you are only to use the phone, not the internet. We find out you did you lose next Tuesday's privileges."

"Oh, but of course." Joanna shut the door. "Nurse Ratchet."

"You are so bad, Jo-Jo!" Perri said, throwing her pillow at her.

"Here. See if Romeo texted you, Juliet." She tossed Perri the phone.

She powered it up, and her texts started loading. She had three voicemails, one text from Holden, and four texts from Bodhizafa. 

Joanna sat down next to her. "Well, let's see what he had to say this week."

She played the voicemail first. Peri couldn't help but smile. 

"Tell me again. Why did you let him go?"

"He had a dream... and a contract. Even if he was here, it's not like I would have been able to be with him, especially since I had to be here extra time."

"Touche. We obviously have to make him another video. Hmm. Oh, let's do the dance we made up to Pornstar Dancing!"

"Are you out of your fucking mind! I am not sending him a video of that!"

She got up in a huff. "Fine. I'll pick a different one!" She sat down on her bed as Perri read his texts.

🔵Hey Periwinkle. I really want to talk to you. God, I miss you so much. All I think about is you. I think about the night we made love and the morning. I can't even look at another woman. You have ruined me for all other women. Every game I play, I play for you. I need to get my ass in the NBA and get back to you. PLEASE CALL ME, I NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE! I 💝😍🥰LOVE YOU!

🔵Music Speaks When Words Fail: Grenade- Bruno Mars

🔵Music Speaks When Words Fail: Say You Won't Let Go- James Arthur, I miss you so fucking much. I dreamt I married you last night. You looked beautiful. I was in my basketball shorts. Weird. I hope you are doing well. I want you to get out of there. I want to see you happy and healthy. Most of all, I see you. I love you, Periwinkle.

🔵Music Speaks When Words Fail: I Can't Help Falling In Love With You -Elvis Presley. Every word is my truth. I love you.

Tears started to crawl down her cheeks. Joanna looked up. "Oh, Sis." She came over and pulled Perri into her arms. 

Perri buried her face into her neck. Joanna looked at the messages. "Wow, he's good. More songs for your playlist, I guess."

"We were only supposed to talk about my health and his job."

"Did he know that?" She asked, stroking her hair. "If you don't want him to keep doing this, you need to put your foot down. Two days a week, you end up crying over him. I am up for catharsis as much as the next person, but come on."

She sniffled. "I know. As much as it hurts me, I don't want him to stop. I like knowing that he still loves me and wants to be with me as much as I do him. I guess I might be leading him on with the videos, but I really want him back—now more than ever."

"You have to tell him, Sis."

"I know. I hope he can make it to graduation." She wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her favorite sweatshirt.

"Call him, okay? We only have another thirty minutes. Use them all. Even if you sit on the phone and look at each other."

"Look at each other?"

"FaceTime him. Now."

Perri smiled. "I would really like to see his face. It's been months." She thought about it for a minute. "Okay. I will."

She wasn't supposed to use the internet, but she could always argue that it was for the phone aspect if they found out.

She opened the app and called him. Her stomach did flips. She hadn't thrown up in weeks, and she was hoping she didn't tonight from nerves. It rang once... twice... three... four... five... when it got to fifteen, she terminated the call.

"Maybe he's sleeping," Joanna said.

"He sent the text thirty minutes ago."

"Well, at least text him. And I picked out a video to send him!"

"Which one?"

"Crazy Bitch."

"Ah. Fuck no!"

"Just kidding. Wait, we sent him Smack That!"

"Yeah, but we were acting goofy."

"We were a little more animated with Crazy Bitch," she said pleading her case.

"Fine. Can't Get You Out of Head. The Kylie Minough song."

She smiled. "Good choice. Now, what do I text him?"

"I'm sure you'll come up with something. Try him a couple more times. I am going to the lounge."

"Are you now? Are you going to call Holden?"

"Maybe," Joanna said with a smile.

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It was loud and hazy in the club. He was feeling pretty good—or, to be more accurate, very good.

"Do you want to dance yet?" Janessa asked, running her finger down his perfectly sculpted jawline. 

He wasn't sure why, but his body tingled at her touch. She ran her hand up his thigh. He grew increasingly hard with every touch of her hand. It had been so long since he was touched like that. 

"Sure." He pushed back his chair and stood up. She grabbed his hand and led him onto the floor. 

He pressed his body against her with his knee between her legs. Her navy blue dress rode up her thighs. She ran her hands up and down his arms. Their bodies began moving to Paralyzer. Finger Eleven was loud, and the floor vibrated to the bass beat. He couldn't feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. 

His body felt like it was on fire. The euphoria he was feeling was intense. He put his head down. Their faces were inches apart. The tips of their noses were rubbed softly together. She put her arms around his neck. 

The song changed to Get Off. Prince's voice filled the club. They held each other's gaze. His left arm hung loose at his side, and his other held her by the waist. She was grinding against his thigh. They were both starting to sweat. She unbuttoned his shirt another three buttons, exposing his chest. It was glistening. She put her arms back around his neck and pulled his face to hers again. Their lips met. They kissed hard. Their tongues fencing each other. He put his hands on her back and pulled her close, crushing their bodies together. The six guys started wolf-whistling and catcalling. Heads turned. Cell phones had been taking photos and videos of the two dancing and kissing like they were the only two in the room.

They danced to a few more songs until Bodhi couldn't take the feeling he had when they touched. 

"I know a place where we can have some privacy. Would you like to go there?" she whispered in his ear. 

His body wanted to, and it was in control. He knew he shouldn't, but he didn't. "I don't know."

She put her hand on him. "It sure feels like you do." She squeezed him, and his eyes rolled back. Come on. I won't tell anyone. No one is going to even notice we are gone. I can feel how badly you need some release. You're going to be hurting in about five minutes. Trust me."

"I have a girlfriend."

"No, you don't," Janessa said.

"I don't? Oh." Without even realizing it, he shook his head yes. She took his wrist and pulled him through the crowd. She was smiling so wide she looked like the joker. 

They passed the bar, and she smiled at Marty. He shook his head and smiled. They went down a short hallway into a room marked Private Employee Lounge. They went inside, and she locked the door.

She started kissing him, pushing him backward till he was sitting on a leather couch.

"I don't want... I shouldn't do this. I don't want to do this," he said.

She put her hand on the hard bulge thumping inside of his suit pants. "Yes, you do. If you didn't, would you be hard like this?"

"So, I want to?"

She sat down on his lap. "Oh, most definetley." She grabbed his head and aggressively pulled. The kiss had only the emotion of lust in it. She put her hand on him, realizing his actual size.

"Oh my God."

"What?" He sounded worried like something might be wrong.

"I want it," she said. "All of it."

She took his hand and put it up her skirt. His fingers found her. He moved her lace thong to the side and began to run his finger along her slit. He rubbed her clit with his thumb.

"Yes," Janessa moaned.

He felt like he was standing outside of himself watching. He couldn't feel his body. He stuck two of his fingers inside of her.

"Oh God. More."

He put in another one and started sliding them back and forth.

"Don't come yet, Periwinkle," he whispered. "I have dreamt about this, Baby."

He moved her hair over to her shoulder and ran his tongue up the back of her neck.

Janessa looked down at his fingers sliding into her. "Periwinkle? I'm not sure what that means, but if you want to give me a nickname, I'm okay with it. Now, Bodhizafa, go faster."

He didn't correct her. Why would he? In his mind, he was with Persephone. He increased his pace. She was in pure ecstasy. Her entire body started to convulse. "I'm going to come."

"Not yet," he said.

"I... I can't stop it."

He quickly removed his hand from under her skirt just as she was about there.

"Okay. I want it. Please. Let me have it, all of it. Now!" she begged.

She unbuttoned his pants. She stood up and slid them down until he was exposed.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," she said.

"Wait. I don't have any condoms."

"Does it make a difference?"

"Yes. I think it does," he said.

She sighed and opened her purse. She pulled out a condom, opened the wrapper with her teeth, and rolled it onto his erection.

She hovered over his lap and then slid him into her. "Oh my God. Oh my God." Janessa just repeated it over and over. She felt him widening her walls. He was reaching places she never knew she had. She was so wet her clit was swollen with desire. It's everything she thought it was going to be and so much more. Her head moved slowly from side to side, her eyes closed, and she mumbled to herself. 

 He closed his eyes and put his head back on the back of the couch. He whispered, God, Perri, I've missed you so much.

He squeezed his eyes so tight he saw color bursts. He took hold of her hair and gently pulled her head backward. She leaned back, turned her head, and kissed him. It was soft and open-mouthed. The tips of their tongues gently touching.

She couldn't believe how good he felt. She ground him hard. She took in a deep breath and held it. Her walls contracted around him. "Oh God. Bodhizafa. Holy shit! Yes!"

His ears were ringing, and his mouth was bone dry. He held her hips and came hard. He slumped back.

"Now, don't you feel better? You felt pretty good to me—the best I've ever felt."

She got up and fixed her dress. "As you would say, I have to hit the head." She stripped the condom off and threw it in the trash bin. She went through the door to the employee bathroom.

He sat there, unsure if that had just happened. His head was spinning. His vision was getting blurry. 

She exited the bathroom. "Bodhi, are you alright?" She helped him put his pants back on.

"I'm not sure. I am really thirsty. I need some water."

"There is bottled water in the car. I think it's time for you to go home."

"Yeah, I think so too."

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A/N: Don't stay silent, no matter who you are. If you are a victim, immediately go to the E.R. Do not go home and shower as much as you want to. Start the paper trail!

If you or someone you know needs help contact:

The National Sexual Assualt Hotline (In the US)

1-800-656-4673 www.rainn.org

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For the UK: www.nhs.uk

There is a wide variety of information on this site. 

www.rapecrisis.org.uk

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