Teacher: Act Two (A Hollywood Rock n' Romance Trilogy Book 2) (27 page)

Alex grabbed my arm a little roughly. “No fucking way am I letting you leave without Danny. Rebecca, will you take Jesse out front and wait for me?” Rebecca nodded and took my hand.

I was really feeling sick now. I noticed Bronson and Julian pull their mother aside as Ron’s wife joined her husband and the newlyweds. The brothers were not speaking kindly to their mother, who seemed appalled that they would be questioning her.

“Let’s just go out front. I’m dying for a smoke anyway,” Rebecca growled.

I just wanted to be out of there. I paced nervously while she sat on the front steps. I felt like a total idiot and I said so.

“Trust me, Jesse. If anyone’s the idiot, it’s Brooke for thinking it was a good idea to show up here. After what she’s done to Danny, no one here has any love for her. Well, except maybe Grace Manning. She probably set this whole thing up! She was helping with the invitations and the plans. She probably sent her the invitation. That bitch!”

I shrugged and wrapped my arms around myself. “I just really think I should leave,” I said in a quiet voice.

Rebecca stood and walked over to me. She took me in her arms. “I’m so sorry, Jesse. Danny really wanted you to have a good time today. I hate it that this got ruined.”

I thanked her and went back to pacing. My feet were starting to hurt and I just wished I was anywhere but there. “Rebecca, is there any way you could take me home? I’m really not feeling well.”

She frowned and debated how much trouble she was going to get into because of this. “Sure. Let me just text Alex.” She pulled out her phone and I walked over to her car, afraid I was going to hurl at any minute. She trotted over to me and opened the door.

The ride back to Danny’s felt like forever. I was absolutely miserable by the time Rebecca pulled up to the house. I thanked her for the ride and waved at her, not able to keep the tears back any longer. I walked up to the door as she drove off and realized that not only had I forgotten the damn security code, I didn’t have my keys and my phone was in my purse back at the wedding. I sunk down on the step, forgetting about my dress and rested my head on my knees, praying I wouldn’t throw up. Nora’s car was gone, so I couldn’t go to her house. I felt like such an idiot. I cried my eyes out and must have passed out or fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was being carried into the house and into Danny’s bedroom.

“Fucking hell! I’m so fucking sorry, Jesse. Can you hear me, honey? Are you ok?”

He laid me down and my stomach lurched. I pushed past him and ran for the bathroom, thankfully making it to the toilet before I made a huge mess. He followed me in and tried to hold my hair back for me. I heaved and heaved and wished a black hole would just come and swallow me whole.

When my stomach finally quit revolting, I sat back against the cabinet, noticing that I’d managed to rip my dress and one of my sandals was broken.

“Honey, I am so sorry. Please, Jesse.” His voice was shaky. I was so tired. “When Alex told me you left, I flipped the fuck out! I knew you didn’t have your purse, but I thought Nora would be home. God, babe, what can I do?”

“I just want to go to sleep and forget about all of this.”

He cursed loudly and kicked the side of the tub, sending the jars of bath salts flying and crashing to the tile. I tried to stand, but I was really weak. He scooped me up in his arms and laid me gently on the bed, removing my sandals.

I rolled over, turning my back to him.

“Honey, can I help you out of your dress,” he asked and I shook my head. I heard him take a deep breath. “Jesse,” he tried one more time.

“Danny, you didn’t do anything to apologize for. I’m the one who is sorry. I should never have gone with you today. I’m sorry.”

I heard him cursing and the door slam, but I was too exhausted to fight sleep anymore. I woke up later alone in his bed and didn’t want to move. I was feeling pretty awful still. I made it to the bathroom and had to throw up again. “
What the hell is wrong with me
,” I thought, flushing the toilet. I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to cry all over again. My lovely dress was ruined. I looked like shit. And somehow I had to face Danny.

I had no idea what to do. If I stayed, I was going to constantly be faced with people who wanted me gone. If I left, I would be breaking the trust of the people I loved and cared about. I felt trapped. I had no place to go. If I would have felt better, it might have occurred to me that this was one of those things Danny and I needed to deal with, that this was our second act, and that things always got worse before the resolution in the final act of the play. But I didn’t feel well, and it didn’t occur to me. I felt like my dreams had just been shattered like the jars on his bathroom floor. How the hell were we going to fix this? This teacher, for once, had no answers.

To be continued...

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Because I know how hard cliffhangers are for some of you….

Teacher:  Final Act

Prologue

November 2013

"This shit is itchy as fuck! God damn! How much longer, Nikki?"

Danny tried desperately not to scratch, but the black body paint was getting to both of us. I was just not about to complain. Not in front of Nikki Sixx. It was hard enough focusing on what he was telling us to do. The music, "A Touch of Evil" by Judas Priest, was blaring, making it hard to hear anything. Except when Danny sang along in my ear. I could listen to his voice all the time and it would never stop giving me chills.

"I think I'm getting a fucking rash," he grumbled.

Nikki laughed and said, "Nah, dude, it's probably just your hair growing back already. You sure are a hairy bastard for a red head."

Danny told him off in such a creative diatribe, he had us all in stitches.

I moved just a little to ease his weight off my thigh. We were lying on a padded platform draped with white, gauzy fabric, and surrounded by crows. Trained crows, apparently. They had a handler and everything.

Nikki directed Danny to move around behind me as I rested on my side. Danny pulled my top leg back over his hip, once again delighting in my flexibility. I pressed my hips back against Danny's and he made a strangled sound.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he whispered, his breath giving me goosebumps.

"Jesse you are amazing! Now can you reach back over your head and grab his head? Yeah, like that, and arch your back as much as you can. Danny, I want your cheek against her shoulder. And close your eyes. Fuck, that's hot!”

Now before you assume our relationship has progressed to pornographic filmmaking, let me explain. Way back when, the night Danny and I went to the Roxy, Nikki told him he wanted to use Danny in a photo shoot at his studio sometime. He had some ideas he wanted to play with and thought Danny would be a good subject. Nikki had spent the last few years really exploring photography and loved to play with the borderline between the beautiful and profane. After that night, Danny and Nikki talked a few times about Nikki shooting the album cover for the next Blackened album, which Danny and 'the guys' wrapped up recording just a week ago. Nikki agreed, but after Danny called him about something totally unrelated, he asked a favor in return. Danny and I were now covered in splashes of black and shimmery body paint and black feathers, returning the favor.

Nikki asked us to pose nude for him, a request that had me cringing, but he promised our intimate bits would be covered. I agreed after some lengthy discussions with Danny as well as my mother and my boss. I didn't want anything to jeopardize my career and certainly didn't want to disappoint my folks. I'd seen Nikki's photography and found it very tasteful, dramatic, and sometimes, quite disturbing. My mom thought it sounded exciting. My boss, Gloria, made me promise to show her the results.

Danny's major concern, other than my bits being on display to anyone other than him, was the fact that he'd have to have a full body wax. Nikki explained that his red and blonde curls would interfere with the body paint that would cover large swaths of our bodies. He'd had it done the day before, and he assured me it was far worse than the scene from "40-year-old Virgin." I promised to kiss it and make it better, which made it worthwhile to him. I promised to be very thorough.

“Let's get some standing shots." Danny helped me up from the draped platform we had been on. I think the only thing keeping him from an aroused state was the itchiness he was experiencing, and the small, but very present, audience of Nikki, his girlfriend, the crow handler, and two assistants.

Danny looked demonic and angelic all at once. He had black paint across his eyes, his chest, and patches on his ass and legs. He had large wings made of black feathers attached to his shoulders, and more feathers covering his groin. My breasts and parts further south were covered in black feathers, and I, too, had the black paint across parts of my body. Nikki's makeup artist had done elaborate eye makeup, including thick, black, sparkly lashes that extended about an inch on top and bottom. My hair had black feathers woven into it. Danny recently shaved his hair off again, but his goatee was the longest I'd ever seen it at around three inches. He'd started back at the gym about a month or so ago to get ready for being on tour. He was already looking much more toned. He was perfectly fit before. Now, his muscles were well defined and his stamina,? Well, I never thought that could get any better, but then I should really cease to be amazed by him.

I'd followed the doctor's orders and had gained 15lbs since my flare up of Rheumatoid Arthritis this summer. I was definitely at my curviest. I'd even gone up a bra cup size from a barely B to a sure thing C, a change Danny could not stop admiring. My bruises and cuts were all healed as well, thankfully.

I had to pull myself away from admiring Danny's mouthwatering physique to follow Nikki's directions. He tried a few poses, but wasn't getting what he wanted. Danny got an evil grin and I knew I was in for it.

"Hey honey, how about you do that thing where..." He whispered the rest to me and I blushed.

"Ok, hold me tight," I said, a little embarrassed to do this trick in front of our audience. Nikki took pictures the whole time. I was facing Danny, and he must have sensed my nerves. He leaned in to kiss me so deeply, my knees got weak.

"Relax, babe. Pretend like it's just the two of us and we're not in some demented Mapplethorpe photo session."

That got a chuckle from Nikki. He winked at me and I took a deep breath. I held on to Danny's shoulders and brought my right leg out to the side and into a full extension. I rolled my hip and placed my heel on his shoulder.

"You ready," I whispered with a giggle, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"I don't know. I'm not sure I can stay in control with you like this," he said in a gravelly voice.

Nikki stepped in close and said quietly, "You two are fucking beautiful. Just a few more, then we'll leave you alone. Show me what you've got, Jesse."

I nodded at Danny and then I raised my hands over my head and continued leaning back, arching, until my fingertips brushed the floor. I heard Danny groan, heard the two assistants gasp, and Nikki cursed.

"Jesus, woman! This is fucking perfect! Babe," he called over his shoulder, "I hope you don't have plans this afternoon." His girlfriend giggled and gave a sigh.

"You two are incredibly sensual. Danny, lean back a little and roll your hips forward. Close your eyes. That's it. That's so fucking it!" He made appreciative sounds as he took a few more shots, making sure to get additional angles.

"I'm going to bring you back up now," Danny whispered and he pulled me back to standing. My hair spilled across both of us and he took advantage of our position to kiss me again. I slid my leg down to around his waist, pulling him close, but then he lifted me and I brought the other leg around him. I held on to his shoulders and squeezed with my thighs as he kissed my neck, missing the body paint. My head fell back and I closed my eyes, completely forgetting we weren't alone. I felt Danny start walking and next thing I knew, my back was against a wall. I vaguely heard Nikki snap a few more pictures and then put down his camera. He called to Danny to take his time, and I felt Danny growl.

He frantically pulled at the feathers that had been attached to bra cups and stuck to my skin with adhesive. I smiled down at him and helped him peel the cups off. His hands and mouth replaced the feathers and I started to squirm in his arms. He tried to pull off the rest of our feather coverings and still hold me up.

"Put me down, baby, and I'll help you," I murmured.

He just growled and kept at it. He kissed my breasts hard, which would probably leave marks, and finally got his covering off, shortly followed by mine. Once it was off, his fingers found my center. He pushed in and out, my cries getting louder and more insistent.

"Danny, please, I need you," I groaned against him. He grabbed my hips hard, hoisted me up, and carried me over to the platform. I slid down his body and laughed when I looked down. "Look at the mess we've made."

He looked down at our bodies and chuckled. The black body paint was smeared everywhere and there were fingerprints all over where we'd touched each other. My eyelashes were even stuck to his head and his chest! We playfully made an even bigger mess, and soon we were covered from head to toe with smudges.

"Nikki would probably like us like this," Danny said, pulling on his goatee. He grabbed the camera and took a few shots of me, during which I covered myself. Then I took the camera from him and took several shots from different angles, making sure to keep my favorite part out of view!

He was so beautiful, even covered in black smudges! I couldn't wait to see the prints. I did some close-ups of his face with different expressions, and one of his back and his profile.

Danny set the camera on the tripod and started a timer. He trotted over to me and wrapped me in his arms. The camera flashed several times over the next few minutes while Danny kissed me, and then we just looked into the camera together, Danny blocking my body with his shoulder.

"I'm going to want copies of these," he said, kissing my neck. Then he started itching again.

"You poor thing! Why don't we finish this at home, after we've had a shower? Then I can rub you down with some lotion to help with the itching," I suggested.

He smirked down at me. "A rub down sounds like a great idea, honey."