Gabriella part six – The After Party

Gabriella lay in bed in the strange room in the house of the house party, wreaked of the night before. Dave had given her a couple of sleeping pills and let her sleep. He locked the door and went downstairs.

There were still some people partying. The curtains were closed so it still felt as if it was the night before. All of the sudden he spotted a familiar face. “Sharon?” He asked as he approached a girl approximately 1,60m, sand colored curled hair, Smokey eyes and cute freckles. “D-Dave.” She managed with a big smile. “So happy to see a familiar face.” She said lightly swaying.

“Are you okay? What are you doing here? Not really your crowed no?” Dave asked confused. “No not at all. I sneaked out of the house. Had a fight with my parents.” Sharon said. “Stumbled on this place by accident. Strange crowed. Happy to see you here.” She said again. Dave saw she clearly had too much to drink. “How about you?”

“ I am a regular, here they know how to party.” Dave said with a smile, a plan coming to his mind. “ want a tour?” “ I know a cool place no-one knows of here.” “No thanks, think I should go.” Sharon said. “This house used to be of a celebrity”. Dave continued. I know where his studio is hidden. “This peaked the interest of Sharon. She loved music Dave knew, especially older rock bands Dave remembered. “I believe Bon Jovi used to own the house.” “Oh” Sharon said. “ okay, show me, then I leave afterward.” Dave saw how she downed her wine and walked with. “Don’t you have a bag with you?” Dave asked confused.

“No, I lost it… somewhere between home and the place before I came here someone must have stolen it” Sharon said sadly. “Lost everything even my phone.” Dave smiled as he walked her to the hallway. They went through some doors and down a stairs to the basement. You go first Dave said to Sharon and she walked down the stairs first. Dave locked the door to the basement quietly and followed. There they walked to the room in the back, a real studio with equipment and a recording room.

Dave turned the lights on. There were guitars, a piano, drums everything imaginable. In the recording booth, there was a couch and microphones, ropes were handing off the ceiling to move around equipment. Sharon was in awe.

Dave was bored with Gabriella. She was broken, a real sex slave. Good to keep around but he wanted something else, something new. Just for one time only. Sharon was gorgeous, especially when drunk. Dave had no plan, just a drive.

“Want to record something?” He asked her. “Oh yes!” She said. Sharon ran into the recording booth. Dave turned the equipment on. Sharon stood at the mic in the center of the room and Dave prenteded to record the song age was singing.

He shortly entered the recording booth, locked it behind him and walked to Sharon. “I have some tips he said with a smile.” He grabbed a guitar and walked to get. He stood behind her and wisphered in her ear. “Never walk into a sound proof room with me.”

Dave’s hands groped her breast over her tank top. “Nice, no bra.” “Stop! Let me go! I will scream!” Dave immediately pulled her top up, revealing her perfect Perky b-cup with soft round nippels. “I intent to make you scream, very very hard.” Dave almost whispered as his hands groped her breast and he pinched her nippels. He ripped her top in half and kept her tight to him, one hand on her breast and the other moved into her pants.

Sharon struggled and resisted Dave’s groping. “Get off me!.” Sharon screamed. She elbowed him hard and managed to escape his grip. She ran to the door but it was locked. “Help! Help me!” She screamed banging on the door.

Dave grabbed the guitar and walked slowly to Sharon. “No phone, no one knows here who you are, sound proof hidden studio room.” Dave summed up. He swung the guitar hard against her back. Sharon screamed in pain when the guitar hit her side. She fell to the ground.

Dave kneld down and tried to pull her skirt and panties off. “No no!” Sharon pleaded and kicked and thrashed wildly with her arms and legs. Dave smiled, finally a fight he thought.