4Eva - Criminal, Part 2
//What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal//
"I can*not* believe I let you bring me here," she says, looking around.
"C'mon- it's a frat party! You should learn to live a little."
"And while we came together- you'll go home with some handsome fellow and I'll go home alone in an hour."
"Okay," I say, leading her to the open bar they've established. "I'll make a deal wicha, okay?" I grab a shot of vodka and hand it to her, "*You* loosen up and have a bit of *fun*… and *I* won't go home with *any* guy tonight."
"Yeah right," she says, taking the shot from me and downing it. And then coughing a lot.
"I'm serious."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"Then prepare to be amazed. *Now*- let's go cruise around."
And ya know- I'd go to the 'latin' frat parties- but all they seem to wanna play is either salsa shit, Shakira or Fat Joe. Now… don't get me wrong- *Love* Shakira. Fuck- if I was ever gonna be in a strictly les relationship- it'd be with her.
But I can't take the 'tacos' and shit.
So we're here… at the 'brother's' frat party, which is to say- ghetto kids. Some white. Some black. Some mixed, like me, so I fit in well.
*And* they got the *best* música with actual bass and it's cranked and fuck- a good beat really gets my juices flowin'.
We're walkin' dancing through the house when I notice this kid from our psych class who I've noticed checking out my dear roomie. "Hey," I say. "I'ma go to the bathroom. 'Kay?"
"Hey- wh-"
"You'll be fine! I'll be gone five minutes. Okay?"
"Fine. Just hurry!" She says as I turn. I'ma go over to him and tell him to talk to her. And if *she's* busy- then I can… mingle.
It's not like I'm a hooker or whore or anything. I'm just… I like sex. I like having it. Is that such a crime? She's always asking me why I don't find someone to have a 'relationship' with. But some people just aren't *meant* for that. It's nothing my parents did wrong or anything. It's just… while all the other girls were planning their weddings to their handsome princes, and dressing their barbies in wedding gowns- I had Barbie sneaking out of Ken's room at night to slip into bed with his best-friend, and *then* over to the jungle for monkey love with GI Joe and Tarzan.
The whole idea of marriage makes me nauseous. Jane and Mami say it's 'cause I haven't found the right guy- but… I don't *want* the right guy. I want *all* of them.
And the *only* guy I'd *ever* considering marrying is dead. R.I.P. Tupac.
"Hi, Kenny," I say, sitting down on the couch next to him. "Look- you know my friend over there, right?" He's just staring at me. "Helloo? Kenny? My friend Jane? Over there-"
"Oh- yeah- sorry- you just… look-"
Okay. I know- the short skirt (not mini-skirt, let me clarify) is black and hugs my hips and ass. I don't know- as far as bodies? I'd describe myself as a white J.Lo. My butt's perhaps a little smaller- but- I think I'm a healthy person- body wise. I've got just the hint of a belly and my tits are probably just a bit bigger than hers, but the general shape is the same.
Anyway- I've got a deep crimson red shirt- aka piece of fabric that laces in the back and has one thin strap that ties behind my neck.
My hair, which *used* to be a strawberry blonde, is now (and has been ever since I could dye) black. Jet black. It's also bone straight- always has been… ya know- to make me stand out even *more* against all the gorgeous latinas. So it's laying on my back but I pulled a bit from the sides back and braided them to act as a headband of sorts to keep it from falling into my eyes. And I've got a couple ringlets. So that's me- not complete 'whore' but… a statement that I'm always looking.
Oh yeah- and my shoes… I love these things- medium heels, open toes and top- basically all that's keeping them on my feet is a strap that wraps around my ankle twice.
"My friend, Jane- over there? You know her- from psych?"
"Oh yeah- she sits a row down and five seats over." Loser. Go make a move already!
"Yeah, anyway- I gotta go pee so I thought maybe you go over and… talk to her."
"Oh- sure. Thanks." He stumbles a bit while walking over there and I really those two cats'll work it out. She could use a boyfriend- not that she'd *enjoy* him, but…
OH FUCK! The line is… really long. Fuck. Shit.
"Hey there, Doll," some guy says, stepping in front of me and backing me against the wall.
"Yes?" I ask. Sexually aggressive men don't bother me. And they don't scare me either. I can hold my own. I learned *very* quickly how to kick someone in the balls. And he doesn't *bother* me and he's mildly cute- but I won't make it easy for him either. And it's not like I go panting after every guy I see- I only fuck those worth a second date. I'm just… seeing a lot of people. How many? I don't know. Maybe I'll count later.
"Wanna come up to *my* room?" He asks, slipping one arm behind me to rub my back for a second before sliding down to cup my ass.
"Gee, as wonderful as that sounds," I say, taking his hand and removing it from my body. Aggression is okay- once you've given him the green light, and I haven't done that yet. "I can't."
"Why?"
"Have to piss," I say and point to the line. "See? Gonna be a while."
"I'll wait wichu," he says, leaning down to my mouth, but I turn away and he kisses my cheek.
"No thanks. I am more than capable of waiting on my own."
"But won't it be better wit' me?" He asks, slipping a hand between my thighs.
"OKAY! THAT'S IT!" I shove him away from me forcefully. "I said no thanks. And after *that*, I *won't* look for you later. Go drool on someone else."
"But-" he steps closer to me and put out a hand.
"Unless you're planning on raping me- you're wasting your time. And if you *are*? I fight back."
He turns away and storms off and it's *then* that I notice someone chuckling behind me.
"And what's *YOUR* problem?" I ask, turning on him angrily. "Well… look who it is," I say meeting his eyes. "Got a problem?"
"With the way you're dressed? No. But you gotta admit- you gave him mixed signals."
"Excuse me?" I ask. "I gave him *no* signals, except the 'goodbye' signal. See- had I been giving him the okay to grope me, I would have pressed against him, like this," I say before backing him against the wall and leaning into him so our bodies are touching. "And I might have tossed my hair a little like this," I do so and then lean very close to his lips. "And I prolly woulda kissed him a bit like this."
I touch his lips softly and lick his bottom lip (which is *really* nice) before stepping away. "*That's* my 'go' signal and I didn't do that. And *especially* while I'm waiting to pee? Whad he think? I'd take him in wit' me?"
He's a bit… frozen for a second. "Huh?"
"You like that?" I ask, throwing him a little… sultry look.
He swallows and then says, "Didn't catch your name yesterday."
"Didn't give it."
"Yeah well… my managers like me to know the names of girls I kiss- just in case-"
"I sue you?"
"Basically. Here- it's very easy," he smiles a bit. "I'ma say my name, and then you say yours. I'm Marshall."
"Eva." And then it dawns on me that- "Why the hell are you even *here*?"
"My brother's tryin' to get into the fraternity. They said if he got me here- he'd be in. So…"
"Isn't that sweet? Eminem helping his little brother out…"
"What's your PROBLEM?"
"What?" I ask with a smile as the line moves a bit.
"This little… attitude you got goin'. Did I *offend* you in some way?"
"No," I shake my head. "I just think it's sweet that you'd come *here* to some stupid frat party to help your brother out- especially *here* because this is like… the hip-hop Mecca of the college. Their collection is incredible."
"Their collection?"
"Of CDs. I blew one of the seniors last month and he took me to their entertainment room where they keep all their movies and CDs. Oh YAY! It's my turn!!" I'm *so* relieved when I finally pee. Shit- I drank too water before we left.
And it's his turn next but before he goes in, he grabs my arm. "Hang here for a sec, would you?"
"Want me to come in wicha?" I ask, running my eyes down to his dick and back up.
"No- that's okay. I can pee on my own. I'm all growed up and everything." He winks before closing the door.
While I lean against the wall and wait for him (shit- I'm waiting for Eminem?), I glance over at the couch where Jane is sitting with Kenny. They look *really* into whatever they're talking about. YAY!
5
//And I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love//
The door opens and I throw my butt back against the wall to push me off the wall. "So- what do you want?" I ask.
"Show me the room. I wanna see what they got in their collection."
"Okay- but if Randy wants you to blow him- don't tell me I didn't warn ya." He laughs a bit and he's cute. I mean- I never said he isn't hot. *Never*. As far as men in hip hop that I'd fuck no questions asked? He's in the top five.
"Where is it?"
"Upstairs. So we gotta sneak up there. We'll go through the kitchen, c'mon." I grab his hands and pull him through the house. His hand is on the small of my back and feels nice. Oh my god- how bad would Jane hate me if I fucked him? Not that *she* ever would but…
"Randy!" I say. He's sitting on the stairs in the kitchen. Shit. "Hey, Baby," I whisper before kissing his cheek. "Can I take my new friend up to show him your CDs?"
He glances at Em and nods. "Yeah. And why didn't you *call* me?" He asks me, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me toward him a bit.
"You got what you wanted," I say softly.
"What if I want it again?"
"Sorry, Hon. One time only," I inform him and pull away.
"Why not?"
"You're not my type." And then, me and Em are allowed to pass and I pull him down the hallway to the room. "See?"
"Why's he not your type?"
"When he kissed me- he used *way* too much tongue. And his hands were too big."
"You know what they say about guys with big hands," he leers with a smirk.
"*Not* true with Randy," I inform him with a shrug.
"Oh." He breaks out laughing and I turn the light on. "Holy shit-"
"Te lo dije- it's huge." ("I told you so.")
"They got me?" He looks for the 'E' section and- "What's all this?"
"It's like… everything you can possibly get that you've done. Unreleased- battles- freestyles- from soundtracks- everything they can find. I'm tellin' you- like you pay your dues to get in here and a fourth of it goes to acquiring more stuff. I love comin' here. Best frat house on campus."
"Wow- Stretch Armstrong, Tony Touch… the Rap Olympics?"
"Yeah- my favorite is that… first word thing- 'and Kurt Russell, sayin' comere Goldie, you want my love muscle? I know you want it'- fuckin' amazing you are."
"So… I'm not the greatest though. Who is? In your book?"
I glance at him before rolling my shirt up a little to expose my lower hip and the 'TS' that's written there forever.
"The only man I'd ever considering marrying- 'Pac all the way. First hip hop I ever heard and I've been hooked ever since."
"I agree," he nods as I push my skirt back down. "Wanna listen to somethin'?"
"Sure. You pick."
He puts in Tupac's greatest hits and I sit on the floor beside the speaker. "God- Mami always went *crazy* when I had this on. Hated seein' her baby go down the path of el diablo. Becomin' a hoochie…"
"You really don't care about who I am, do you?" He asks, sitting down next to me.
"You're Marshall," I say.
"Yeah, but I'm 'Eminem'. Some people-"
"Go all crazy?"
"Pretty much. It's just… refreshing- ya know… wichu."
"Yeah well- I know what it's like to get unwanted attention."
"So, you're… Hispanic?" He asks.
"I'm adopted. Didn't really notice I was different 'til fifth grade and they told me. Only fake-latina in school."
"Race is a state of mind."
"Hallelujah!" I say, before laying down on the floor. I can feel the bass from downstairs vibrating through the floor, through my body. "Ya know- Jane would *kill* me if she knew I was up here wit' you."
"Why's that?"
"'Cause she… shit- she's always tellin' me I can have 'Pac, but I gotta keep my hands off *you*. Not that she'd do anything about it anyway- if she were here."
"What do *you* wanna do?" He asks, lookin' down at me.
I lift my hips up off the floor a bit so I can turn and face him. "Lemme make it simple for ya- if you came up here to fuck? You're gonna get lucky. If you came up here to listen to music? That's cool. It's up to you. I'm pretty much open to anything."
"You careful?"
"Huh?"
"Not like I haven't noticed your… attitude toward sex. Do you have safe sex?"
"Every time," I say. "'Mnot stupid and not gonna get knocked up and have to have *that* conversation with my parents. It's bad enough I'm even having 'the sex' at all- goin' straight to hell for that one."
"Religious are they?"
"Please! My mother is the freakin' Roman Catholic Latin Nazi! Shit- she just don't know what to do with me… probably regrets the day she signed the adoption papers."
"Got a bad relationship with them?"
"Not really. I mean… she thinks of me as the 'troubled teen', but- I go to school, get fairly good grades- other than rotting my teeth on Shocktarts and my mind on 'gangsta rap'… and the sex thing- whatever. SHIT!" I feel the beat to my favorite song coming up through the floor. "Shut the stereo off! I *love* this song- you can feel it through the floor."
"What is it?" He asks.
I start rapping with the words as he lays down on the floor next to me. "You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub. Look Mami, I got the X if you into taking drugs. I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love. So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed."
I *love* this song. Shit. I can't help but squirm a little in time with the bass that's steadily vibrating my body.
It ends and he's just watching me… staring at me. "What?" I ask, as if I don't know. I sensed the change- I always do- the change when they start getting hard and undressing me with their eyes.
"Nuthin'," he shakes his head. "You just… looked so sexy there." I laugh a little. Such a corny line. "Whatever, so- how did… 'Randy' kiss you that was so terrible?" He asks with that… 'I want you' tone.
"Hard to describe," I say. "I'll show you?"
"Aiight," he swallows hard. I roll over onto him to straddle his hips before leaning down and jamming my tongue down his throat for a few seconds.
"See?"
"Yeah- that's bad. How do you *like* to be kissed?"
"Somethin' like this," I say before kissing him softly at first, before he gently opens his mouth and I'm freakin' kissing EMINEM. And he's a good kisser and oh- hands on my ass, pushing me a bit forward so I rub against his cock. Ohnice.
I pull away and he smiles and says, "much better," before he looks me over. "So… what if I came here for a quick fuck?" He asks.
"You'll get the ride a' your life," I answer him. I don't have to lie. I'm very good.
"But… how close a friend is Jane anyway?"
"Never really liked her to begin with," I say before leaning down and kissing him more passionately.
6
//Heaven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done//
Shit… his tongue feels really nice against mine. *Much* better than Randy.
His hands grasp my thighs and slid up, pushing my shirt with them, but I reach down and stop his hands. "Got a condom?" I ask him.
"No," he sighs. "Shit!"
"Wait here," I say and kiss him again. "I'll get one from the bathroom- they always stockpile 'em." Fuck. I'm practically panting. It's that damn song. Oh my god- the bass… god if *that* secret got out- that "In Da Club" gets me hot- I don't know what I'd do. I can't help but get horny whenever it starts. It's like my cunt just starts pulsing with the beat as the blood flows directly to it. Fuck.
Okay- condom, condom… I open each of the drawers and swim through the crap they've got in it. God- you wouldn't think guys would *have* this much shit in their bathroom drawers.
"Looking for something?"
"Shit-" I turn around and am staring at Ben. He's been tryin' to get into my pants for the past month. I think Randy recommended me. Of course, Randy wanted to just… gang bang me right there- will all the frat boys. Not that I'd be *opposed* to that… but- I'm selective. I don't just fuck everyone. I'm not a dog in heat. "You scared me."
"What you doin' up here? No one's allowed up here."
"Randy let me. So- got a condom?" I ask. I'm… *really* anxious to get back to that room.
"Sure, Baby- I got one for you," he says, stepping toward me.
"*Not* for *you*."
"Who's the lucky bastard?"
"Not you- got one?"
"Yeah- in my room. C'mon." I eye him suspiciously. "Do you want one or not?"
"Fine. Just hurry." I follow him to his room and he holds the door for me and closes the door behind us. "Where is it?"
"On my dick," he says, grabbing himself while advancing on me.
Fuck this. And just as I'm kicking him in the nuts, the door opens and it's Marshall. "BITCH!!" Ben screams as he falls to his knees holding his dick. "YOU FUCKING WHORE!"
I walk over to his nightstand on the off chance that he has some there and he does. I grab two and smile at him. "Thanks."
I slam the door behind me and Em's just standing there laughing. "What?"
"I got worried- you didn't come back- then I saw him and he looked-"
"He's been trying for a month. But- score!" I hold one out to him, "If you still want-"
"*Yeah* I *do*," he says, slamming me against the wall and attacking my mouth. And did I say ohshit? I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips as I arch helplessly against him. I slip my hands under his t-shirt and wife-beater and shit- I can feel his muscles flexing under my fingers as he leans down to kiss my collarbone.
"Shit," I moan when his hands start pulling the ties from my shirt and he's rubbing and squeezing my exposed back, slides his hands around to my front as the shirt slowly comes undone. "Fuck-" I push myself off the wall and he stumbles with me back toward the room. We spin around and I end up pinning *him* against the wall this time and I scratch my nails down his stomach as he kisses me. Fuck- I slide my hands around and slip them inside his boxers to squeeze his ass and pull him toward me.
He's slowly pulling my skirt up as I roll my body toward him. Fuck.
I yank his pelvis toward me with my grip on his ass and pull him with me into the room. He kicks the door closed behind us and I bump into the pool table. That'll do. I hop up on it and yank his shirts off before pulling his shoulders on top of me.
Shit- see? Maybe I've been going about this all wrong. I need *men* who know what they're doing- not boys.
He finally succeeds in undoing all the ties from my shirt and lifts it off of me and I'm not wearing a bra because it doesn't look good with the shirt. "Shit- you're so… sexy," he says, rubbing his hands up my abs to knead my tits and roll my nipples between his fingers. He tugs on 'em a little and I groan. "Like that?"
"Bit of a masochist," I whimper. "Sue me."
"Rather *fuck* you," he mumbles while pushing my skirt up so it's around my waist. And *then* I feel his fingers hook themselves under the thin straps of my thong and my breath hitches as he drags it down my legs and tosses it aside. Shit. I'm so wet- I *love* this part- when I'm foaming at the lips because I *know* I'm gonna get fucked. It's all just physical- anything real in the world is all physical.
"Shit, girl-" he says, running to fingers up my cleft. "So fuckin' wet."
"Should feel me inside," I say and roll my hips toward him. He's kneeling between my legs and I watch with anticipation as he starts unbuttoning his jeans. And just the sound of the zipper makes me quiver.
"Calm down," he warns.
"Can't," I say. My body is *humming* and *screaming*- my blood is just flowing into my pussy and I'm already contracting on myself- even without him inside. It's like… sex is a drug to me.
And he's not *touching* me because he's pushing his jeans down and I see his cock- fuck. That's gonna feel *good*. Fuck- my hands wander down to my sex because he's not touching me and I need to be touched. I pull my legs up and put the heels from my shoes into the two ball pockets on the side of the table and moan at that feeling- of being spread wide- *so* wide. Fuck. I thrust three fingers inside me and scream out at the sensation.
"Didn't say I wouldn't do that," he says. "Not that I mind the show."
I bite my lip as I work myself quickly- almost to the point of boiling over. He gets the condom on and then he's moving over me and he slides two of *his* fingers inside with my three. "OH SHIT!" I cry- ohmygod- so full. "Ohshitplease!" My body quivers and trembles and I'm crying from it all.
"Shh," he says as he leans down to kiss me. He caresses my cheek gently and wipes my tears away. "I'ma take care a' you."
"Nownownowpleasenow," I weep and he throws his arm into me and jams his fingers deep inside me and I arch off the table. His hands catch my hips and hold me for his entry and I'm practically whimpering. "Pleaseplease-" I beg with the tears spilling from my eyes. Shit. I've *never* been this desperate for it. This is embarrassing.
And then he throws his whole body into me and I'm just speechless- I can't breathe. Seriously- my whole body seizes and my lungs surge- gasping for air as he hammers into me- pounds into me. FUCK.
I just dig my nails into his back as he slams into me as hard as he can and it feels like he's just letting his frustrations go into me. He's so full of energy- he's an animal- ferocious as he pumps into me.
"Pleaseplease-" I whimper. "Please…"
And *then* I feel his teeth on my neck and he bites me. And that's all I feel is that little bit of pain and my body screams and so do I- stars flash by my eyes as I tremble and everything goes dark.
Part 3
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.