I sat uncomfortably on this strange girls couch. She sat across from me on another couch, just staring at me. This girl had 3 couches in her living room alone. I didn't ask why. I hadn't said a word to her since we reached her house.
I can't believe I had asked that crazy girl, who basically just ruined my life, if I could go back to her house and use the phone. She said OK, but when we got back to her house she instructed me to sit on the couch. She then sat facing me on the other couch and had been staring at me ever since. I tried scanning the room for a phone but I had no such luck.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I asked where the phone was. She just laughed at me. "Nobody has phones these days."
I was confused. This couldn't be happening. "What do you mean? Everyone has a phone."
"I have 9 couches." She replied, way off the subject.
"Uh... Cool." I said, for lack of a better phrase. "Why do you have so many?"
"Well, you see, each couch stands for the weeks I've been out of Brighton. I've been out 9 weeks. In 2 days it will be 10, and then I'll have to get another couch." She said as if it were completely normal to collect couches for the weeks you've been out of a damn mental institution!
"Isn't that a little expensive?"
"No, my therapist and the hospital provide them for me."
"Oh. Um, yeah, so can I please use your phone?"
She got up from the couch and walked to the other room, completely ignoring my request for the phone. "So, who was that girl you were with?" She said loudly, thinking I wouldn't be able to hear her even though the room she was in was about 5 feet away from my couch.
"Well, that WAS my girlfriend. But I'm sure after tonight she won't ever talk to me again." I said on an attempt of a guilt trip, but I should have known better.
"Really, why's that?"
"Do I really need to answer that?" I replied in a rude, sarcastic tone. I had to get out of there as soon as possible. I'm sure she had to have a phone somewhere.
As soon as I got up, she walked out with two glasses of what looked like Lemonade. "Want some?" She offered but I declined. Who knows what she could have put in there.
"Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to be home. I, uh, have curfew. Yeah, I have curfew. And if I'm not home soon I'll be grounded for a really long time. Then I won't be able to tour, and do you really want to be responsible for that?" I said, rambling as my usual self, trying to make sense of whatever the hell I was saying. Jae was so right, I do use my fame to get out of everything, or at least attempt to.
She gave me a weird look, she was quite an eerie girl. It hit me just about then that I was sitting in a psycho's house. A psycho's house that had 9 couches placed randomly throughout the house. The only good thing about her was that she was hot as fuck. No matter how creepy she was, her tits were keeping me there.
"So, why do you think I'm your boyfriend?" I suddenly had enough balls to ask her the question I had been itching to know since the incident.
"Why? Well, first of all I'm fucking crazy. When I was in the mental hospital, I would always listen to music. They made me listen to music cuz they thought it was some kind of therapy for me. Anyway, my roommate really liked your music. Especially the songs you sang. I started to steal all her posters of you to get back at her for staying up all night masturbating to them, she kept me awake sooo many nights. And then I got fixated on you. I decided then that you were my boyfriend. And that you can do nothing about it, but agree to that, because who can argue with a mentally ill person? I mean, not unless you wanna be killed or something!" She started laughing then, a really fucking freaky laugh that made me want to cry. Was she serious?
"Wha....what?" I tried to be all cool, but it didn't work, it usually doesn't.
She started laughing all over again, I was about to fucking shit my pants, no joke. "Ike, hunny, I could never kill my own boyfriend, even if he was cheating on me the whole time I was in the mental institution. It hurts, but it's okay because I cheated on you too, with the janitor. He used to be a patient at Brighton too, he understood me. But that's not important, what is important is that we are together again."
"When were we together before? Could you please elaborate?" I asked in utter confusion.
"Okay, so here's the deal. I love you and you are my boyfriend. It's not that hard to comprehend, Clarke. This is not the welcoming home from you that I expected. I thought you might be happy to see me. Are all guys such assholes?" She was fucking insane.
I just sat there and stared at her, mostly at her tits, but I did look up occasionally. What was I supposed to say to her? I was stuck in this fucking house, no phone, no outside communication, and no one had any clue as to where the fuck I was.
"You know what I want to do with you?" She asked, very suggestively.
"Uhhh... let me use your phone?" I responded hopefully.
"No! I want you to be my sex slave."
Now, for a moment I did not say a word. Then things in my head started to turn and my Dick took over. I mean, it wasn't like I was gonna get any from Jae that night and I figured she probably would never talk to me ever again. And if I was lucky, maybe this chic would let me titty fuck her... she had the perfect tits for that, not that I would know, considering I had never done it. However, it has always been a fantasy of mine.
"Can I titty-fuck you?" Whoops, I did not mean to use my outside voice. Shit! I am so stupid sometimes.
"You can do whatever you want, Clarke, but first we do what I want." She was so fucking sexy I wanted to jump her right then and there. When all of a sudden it clicked that this was the second time she had called me Clarke.
"What is with this whole Clarke business? It may be my first name, but you know that I go by Isaac or Ike."
"Oh yes, but I like Clarke better. Don't you remember that you have always let me call you Clarke? You told me that I was the only one allowed to do so. Have you been smoking a lot of weed while I was gone? Hunny, you know how bad that is for your voice and especially your liver!"
"First of all, my liver is just fine, I don't drink. Second, it does nothing to your voice. Third, what the hell is your name?"
"Have you forgotten everything, Clarke? My name is Amelia. Amelia Imaditz."
"If you call me Clarke one more fucking time I'm gonna ... uhh.. I'm gonna shove a sock in your mouth...yeah, a dirty one!" I was trying to think of a threat, but unfortunately that was the only thing I could come up with.
"Mmm... Kinky!" She squeaked. "Now, for your first duty as my sex slave I demand that you slowly and sexily remove each article of my clothing starting from my socks and working your way up. And while you're at it, why don't you put that dirty sock in my mouth...Clarke."
I did exactly what she said, the sock and all. Once I tried to do things a little out of sequence and she took a black leather whip out of no where and whipped my ass. I had never been in any kind of sexual situation that was even comparable to this.
"Now, Clarke..." She said while spitting out her dirty sock. "I demand that you kiss me."
"No! You just had that dirty-ass sock in your mouth."
"God dammit, Clarke! I SAID NOW!" With nothing else to do, I grabbed her and kissed her more passionately than I have ever kissed anyone. It tasted like shit, I should really think about the threats I make before I make them. Despite the taste, I was starving for more. With her nude body next to mine, my dick was harder than a rock.
She stopped me for a second to speak again. "Clarke, I can't be the only nude one here, can I? What kind of fun is that? I demand that you take off your clothes."
I nodded, and just kissed her again, without removing any of my clothing first. Then she whipped me with that god damn leather whip again. "Ouch! What the hell was that for?" I yelled aloud.
"We are fucking playing Amelia Says and you did not do what Amelia said and therefor you get punished. You got it now, big boy?" Damn, this bitch was demanding. I took my clothes off fast and precisely, in my mind there was no time to waste. I was horny as fuck and could not wait any longer for my wants to be fulfilled, but I knew in order for the roles to be reversed, I must perform well for her.
