Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. No offence or harm is intended. And yes before anyone says anything there is a fic on the Jayne and Chris fanfic site that is a bit like this I did come up with the idea and then remembed about the one on the other site so I hope you don't think I'm copying.
Rating: 16 this is going to be a very raunchy fic and most likely contain some sexual sense later on so if you don't approve of this kind of thing don't read. I don't think it was a good idea for my mother to have left 50 Shades of Grey in my reach haha x
“She’s a stunner isn’t she?” His mate said to him but he was didn’t hear so he repeated himself.
“She’s a stunner isn’t she?” he still wasn’t listening so he hit his mates arm quite hard so he got his attention. He seemed to be mesmerised by one out of the 5 Burlesque dancers who were performing on the stage in front of them.
“Sorry what was that mate?” he finally replied still in his own daydream as he drooled at the blonde northerner who was still on the stage.
“I said this one on the end is a right stunner isn’t she. Her names Jayne I think” his mate said pointing to the woman on the end. Chris still wasn’t paying much attention.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes, you said isn’t that one on the end a right stunner” he said continuing to drool over the blonde northerner.
“You never answered me though”
“She’s ok I suppose”
“What do you mean ok?”
“She ok but I wouldn’t be like ‘oh it’s the end of the world’ if she turned me down”
“Really she’s a right fitty I bet she has loads of blokes queuing to have a bit of her”
“I wouldn’t say that mate no offence to her or anything I’m sure she’s a lovely woman and has a heart of gold but, honestly there’s nothing special about her she’s just an ordinary like most other women”
“So out of them 5 up there who do you think they fitty is?”
Chris pointed to the northerner. She was so cute but so sexy at the same time and everything about her was classy. She was the shortest dancer out of the 5 even with a pair of killer heels on she stood the shortest. Everything about her was 100% perfect, she was a petite size 6 frame and her face was so delicate and pretty. She was the definition of naturally pretty, she wasn’t wearing as much make up as the other women were just a little blusher, eyeliner, mascara and little bit of lip gloss. She had eyes that glittered like stars in the night sky and her blonde medium length curls shined in the spotlight that was shown on her whilst she danced.
Every move she made was perfect and the sight Christopher was seeing as she leaned backwards lying sideways across the black wooden chair revealing much cleavage was perfect. She then began to move her legs up so they were in the air and at the same time she slowly slipped off her black fishnet stockings that were held up by a suspender belt that matched the rest of her raunchy burlesque outfit.
Chris’s eyes widened as she done this and threw to the back of the stage and would collect them when she was finished.
“That one” he pointed the northerner in the middle.
“The one in the middle?” his mate replied sounding quite surprised.
“Yes”
“She’s a bit…”
“A bit what?”
“Well she’s not exactly the most confident one out of them all is she, I’ve heard she’s very quiet and doesn’t talk very much to anyone I’d have thought you’d have liked a loud and cheeky one like Jayne”
“It’s the quiet ones that surprise you the most though. She may act all quiet, innocent and shy up there and around others but I bet you she’s a right little minx, a real flirty one and knows what she wants”
“I don’t know mate she seems too ‘goody toe shoes’ to even be doing this kind of job so I don’t think she’d be the type of who’d be naughty in the bedroom”
“Oh I bet you she is”
“Really I’m still not very convinced and like you said about Jayne no offence to this one or anything but she doesn’t really stand out as special to me but, her tits are nice though but you can see she’s had some surgery to make them bigger I didn’t think you liked fake tits”
“Well she’s an acceptation but I’m not looking at her boobs well I am they are very impressive but everything about her is so perfect she hasn’t got a single fault about her and her face is so pretty and she’s so cute and adorable and also so sexy. When she dances up there like that I feel my trousers get tighter and tighter I feel like I’m about to explode there’s something about her”
“Wow mate you really are serious about this one aren’t you?”
“She’s perfect”
“What do you think about the other 4 then?”
“I don’t look at them and honest to God I’ve never looked at them I’m only interested in this one since the first time you brought me in here. She was the first one I saw and caught my eye”
“You’ve got no chance getting her though mate” just as his mate said this a rather raunchy and lacy black bra landed on Chris’s lap. He looked up and his eyes widened even more almost popping out of his head when he saw that the bra belonged to the blonde. He didn’t take his eye off of her perfect round breasts that were now on show to the world she had finished her stripping down to just a black lacy thong that matched the bra and continued to dance until the music stopped. When the music stopped she remained in her finishing position on the chair along with the other 4 dancers and stared directly into Chris’s eyes then winked flirtatiously at him as he looked down at her bra in his hands and looked back up at her as she gave him another flirtatious wink before she the lights dimmed and the curtains closed and she went off stage.
“And you were saying”
“Ok I was wrong then”
“Do you what her name is?”
“Erm… I think it’s Karen”
Should I carry this on? x
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She explained: 'Chris is happy because I am' "Make the most of your time and have no regrets."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. No offence or harm is intended. And yes before anyone says anything there is a fic on the Jayne and Chris fanfic site that is a bit like this I did come up with the idea and then remembed about the one on the other site so I hope you don't think I'm copying.
Rating: 16 this is going to be a very raunchy fic and most likely contain some sexual sense later on so if you don't approve of this kind of thing don't read. There are some references of SEXUAL ABUSE SO IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE OFFENDED BY THIS DON'T READ.
After the show had finished Chris sneakily snuck away from his mate who was busy chatting up some other women – so he knew he wouldn’t notice him go, he made his way behind the bar and snuck round the back down the small corridor coming to a row of dressing rooms.
Glancing around quickly he spotted the one her was looking for – Karen’s. He found it odd how the others were in pairs sharing a room and Karen was on her own and how her dressing room was separate to the others, it also looked a lot nicer and posh compared to the others as well.
He ran up to the room that had a sign saying Karen on it and knocked gently. A few seconds later there was a very quiet accent which he recognised was from Manchester.
“Just a second” she called quietly but loud enough that he could hear. She pulled her white silk dressing gown over her half naked body and tightened the belt around the centre of it. The shiny silk material stopped half way up her thigh and clung to her figure just perfectly. When she opened the door she was surprised to see Chris standing there smiling caringly at her.
“Hi” he said and leant down to place a kiss on her cheek.
“Oh, hi…” she replied shyly and her cheeks turning a rosy colour.
“I believe this belongs to you madam” he handed the raunchy bra back to her.
“Oh, yeah… thanks… sorry forgetting my manners, do come in” she opened the door wider and gestured for him to come in and take a seat on the bed.
He sat quietly on the bed for a minute or two just nosing around her room. It was quite plain and simple but she liked it, it had everything she needed for the time she was there in the evenings to do shows and she knew for a fact herself that her room was one of the best there.
“So, its Karen isn’t it?” he asked breaking the awkward silence. Karen was sat at her dressing table and could see Chris’s reflection in the mirror as she took her make-up off.
“Yeah, yes it is”
“I’m Chris by the way”
“It’s nice to meet you Chris. What’s brought you here?”
“I thought you might like someone to talk to I’ve heard you’re very quiet and I thought you might like your bra back too” the last of his words made Karen laugh which made Chris laugh.
“Thank you again I don’t often get them back. It shows you’re not a perv like the rest of the other blokes who take them home and keep them under their pillows” she said seriously and Chris let out a small giggle.
“I’m being serious, they all do it” she put the make-up wipe down and turned around on the stool so she could see his face.
“Why don’t you perform like that?” he was staring deep into her eyes.
“Like what?” she was confused she didn’t get what he meant.
“You’re face is so pretty Karen, why do you wear make-up” she blushed again at his words this time she’d never been told that before and she could feel her eyes watering as tears welled up it had really touched her – in a good away though.
“Thank you I guess”
“It’s not problem sweetheart. Where you off to now then?”
“Home”
“Don’t you go out and spend the evening with your friends?”
“Friends?”
“Yes the other dancers here I see them all getting dressed up to go out and hit the town?”
“Oh, those, we aren’t friends I don’t have any friends they can’t stand me and they’ve told that too my face. I’m kind of pals with Jayne but she won’t be seen hanging out with me when she’s with the others” there was sadness in her voice and it made tears well up in the corner of Chris’s eyes.
“Why can’t they stand you, you seem like a nice enough woman to me?” Just as Karen was to answer there was a knock her dressing room door and a familiar voice and she began to panic.
“Quickly get in there” she spoke quietly almost whispering and pointing towards the large wardrobe gesturing Chris to climb in it. He done as he was told and didn’t question her he would do that later on. “And be quiet as you can don’t say a word” he nodded in reply.
“Can I come in baby?” a male’s voice asked.
Karen walked to the door shaking a little she knew if he found out Chris was in her room she would be dead so would he and she would be out on the streets without a job.
She was pushed forcefully back against the nearest wall. The man tugged at the belt around the silk dressing gown and loosened snaking his hands inside grabbing hold of her breasts squeezing them tightly not caring if he was hurting her, at the same time his lips made their way to hers he slipped his tongue inside her mouth deeply roaming around as he kissed her. He bit her bottom lip gently and then moved his mouth away from hers kissing down her jaw line to her neck leaving his mark on her neck several times.
Once he’d had his pleasure of playing roughly with her body he began kissing her lips again but a little gentler this time then whispered in her ear.
“You were a right sexy bitch tonight y’know that the best you’ve performed in a while baby. You were so sexy. I’m going home now I will see you there I am expecting a performance as high standards as that one just now when you get home. I’ll be waiting in the bed for you” he whispered nipping her ear.
Karen just nodded and smiled flirtatiously at him however in her eyes you could see she was terrified, unhappy and nervous but she tried not to let him see that.
“Good girl. I’ll see you in a bit then. I’ll be waiting so don’t be too long” He kissed her once more winked at her and left the room to go home.
A few minutes later when she knew he was out of the building she opened the wardrobe and let Chris out he stepped out carefully so he didn’t crease or damage any of her wonderful burlesque outfits.
He looked into her eyes again he saw she was frightened and fragile he felt sorry for her and wanted to know details he sat down on the bed again and she looked at him so venerable.
“You want answers don’t you?” her voice sounded so helpless.
“Yes, come and sit down beside me sweetheart”
She sat down next Chris crossed legged on the bed and looked down at the duvet picking the glittery sequins that were on it. He placed his hand gently under her chin and lifted her head so she was looking at him.
“Who was that?”
“Stephen. He’s my husband we’ve been together 5 years. That’s why the others hate me because I’m sleeping with the boss”
“Well that’s just stupid. You’re scared of him aren’t you?”
She just nodded she didn’t want to talk about it.
“He does things to you, doesn’t he?”
She still didn’t reply.
“Karen please talk to me. I know I don’t even know you very well but I can see you are scared of him and he’s abusing you. You can’t let him do that to you he has no right” he put his hand on top of hers and she held onto it. “You need to tell someone Karen”
“When we first met he was the loveliest person on earth he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He used to look after me well and treat me like I was the only person in the world I used to love that man, then well a couple of years ago he started bullying me, he tells me what to do and if I don’t do it there are consequences and I’ve learnt that they aren’t very nice. I’m not allowed to go out on my own or be friends with other men, that is why you had to hide, if he found out you were here that would have been me and you dead quite literally” small tear drops splashed onto his hand.
“Why don’t you leave him then?”
“It’s not as easy as that if I leave him I will have no job, no money and no home”
“You are a bright and intelligent woman Karen and could do far better than that bastard”
“I know but I can’t or I’ve no job, money or home. It’s ok I’ll be fine”
“You’re not fine though are you, you’re terrified of that man who is abusing you he doesn’t have a care in the world for you, you don’t deserve that sweetheart he’s ruining your life”
“I better be getting dressed or he will be getting cross” she got up off the bed and walked over to the wardrobe picking out a tight lacy corset and glittery thong and black hold ups with black heels. She didn’t care that Chris was watching her undress and change.
“Do this up please” she walked over to Chris who was still sat at the edge of the bed he she stood between his legs and he carefully done the ribbon of the corset up at the back. “It has to be quite tight how he likes it” she said sadly Chris didn’t say anything just done as he was told again. The view he got of her cleavage tightly squashed into the corset as she turned around he did think was very nice though. But felt so sorry for her she could hardly breathe in it.
“Thank you I must be going now though. I hope we can meet again” she put her longish coat over her shoulders and got her bag.
“Yes that would be nice. Remember what I said don’t let him bully you into anything”
She kissed his cheek and he kissed hers back they said their goodbyes and went their different ways home.
-- Edited by TeamKarenBarber on Thursday 16th of August 2012 09:43:36 PM
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She explained: 'Chris is happy because I am' "Make the most of your time and have no regrets."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. No offence or harm is intended. And yes before anyone says anything there is a fic on the Jayne and Chris fanfic site that is a bit like this I did come up with the idea and then remembed about the one on the other site so I hope you don't think I'm copying.
Rating: 16+ this is going to be a very raunchy fic and most likely contain some sexual sense later on so if you don't approve of this kind of thing don't read. There are some references of SEXUAL ABUSE SO IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE OFFENDED BY THIS DON'T READ.
WARNING THIS NEXT CONTENTS DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL ABUSE THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE SO IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE I SUGGEST YOU DON'T READ!!!
He sat up and swung his legs around so he was sitting at the edge of the left side of the bed which was closest to the door. She walked towards him and forced a seductive smile on when she reached him where he spread his legs apart a small way making a gap for her to stand in between. He pulled her body as close to him as possible his eyes scanning her body up and down, he then moved his hands up her the back of her legs slowly and seductively until he got to her ass smacking it and holding it in his hands. The sting of the slap made her close her eyes she wanted to scream he didn’t know how much it hurt her, but she managed to bit her lip to save herself from screaming. He tilt his head and began gently kissing her upper thigh then he got a little more rough biting her thigh leaving his mark on her again. She just linked her hands behind his neck not saying a word. After a few minutes of getting pleasure bruising her upper thigh he moved his head and let it rest on her stomach then kissing the material.
“What up babe?”
“Oh. Nothing. Why?” she replied hesitantly.
“You’re being very quiet tonight that’s all” he tried to sound concerned.
“Just tiered that all”
“You sure?”
“Yes” she was cursing herself inside she wanted to tell him she didn’t want to do this but she was afraid of what he might do to her.
He fell back onto the bed pulling her down with him so she led on top of him. His hands still placed on her the cheeks of her ass and his eyes widened the view right in front of him. He had pulled her down on him and her cleavage tightly squeezed into the tight corset was shoved in his face which delighted him. His hands made their way to the ribbon that was tied in a neat bow on the corset she was wearing and she could feel him begin to loosen it. She felt now was her time to be brave she placed her hand on his and moved it away.
“Oh don’t tease baby” he called out.
“I’m not I don’t want to do it tonight” she was shaking as she said these words.
“Pardon”
“I don’t want to do it tonight you can’t force me to do something I don’t want to”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that again you will do as I say I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that again you understand”
“Yes I understand but I’ve let you bully me for some long now it has to stop I don’t want to have sex with you anymore. Not like this anyway when you’re being nasty and thinking only about yourself”
He rolled over pushing her shoulders hard into the mattress and she turned as she saw his hand come towards her face. There was a loud slap as his hand met her cheek. He straddled across her stomach so she couldn’t get away and using his fingers he discarded her thong then thrust deep inside her. Karen was now crying in pain he hurt her really hurt her and the more she cry the harder he moved on top of her getting his pleasure.
An hour later and her body was shaking, she was very sore in between her legs and her body was covered in love bite bruises. Once Stephen had finished in the shower can went and had a shower she spent longer than she usually would most of it was just crying to herself when she saw the state of her body in the mirror. She couldn’t understand what had gone wrong he used to think the world of her would never have led a finger on her and she used to enjoy having sex with him now she hated it, the thought word made her feel sick why was he abusing her like this she just couldn’t understand.
20 minutes later she joined Stephen in the bedroom he was already in bed. He was enjoying the view of her in her underwear as she searched for her jamas.
“Here they are sweetheart” he said holding them out to her. She took the frilly jama shorts and vest from him and put them on before climbing into bed next to Stephen.
He pulled her back into his stomach and wrapped his arms around her waist entwining his legs with hers.
“I hate it when you do that?” she said quietly.
“Do what?”
“Hurt me and be nasty then you’re all nice and caring and loving. What happened to us Stephen you used to love me?”
“I still do but you know the consequences if you don’t do as I say it’s your own fault baby I don’t mean to hurt you I don’t like hurting you”
“So why do it then?”
“Night, night my beautiful” he kissed the top of her head totally ignoring her question.
Sorry no knc in this bit but should be in the next bit if you want me to carry this on? x
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She explained: 'Chris is happy because I am' "Make the most of your time and have no regrets."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. No offence or harm is intended. And yes before anyone says anything there is a fic on the Jayne and Chris fanfic site that is a bit like this I did come up with the idea and then remembed about the one on the other site so I hope you don't think I'm copying.
Rating: 16+ this is going to be a very raunchy fic and most likely contain some sexual sense later on so if you don't approve of this kind of thing don't read. There are some references of SEXUAL ABUSE SO IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE OFFENDED BY THIS DON'T READ.
WARNING THIS NEXT CONTENTS DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL ABUSE REFERENCES THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE SO IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE I SUGGEST YOU DON'T READ!!!
It was the following night. Karen had just finished her last performance and was now in her dressing room. She had taken her sexy burlesque outfit dress off and changed into her favourite black velour joggers with a plain white t-shirt that hugged her tiny frame tightly and a black cotton cardigan over the top.
As she sat at her dressing room table taking her make-up off carefully she heard a gentle knock at her door. She put the make-up wipe down on the dressing table and got up to answer the door.
“Oh… hi… erm come in” she gestured with her hands for the gentleman to enter her room. He took a seat on the edge of her bed and she sat down at her dressing table again to finish taking the last of her make-up off.
“Are you ok?” Chris asked her after he had sat down. He wasn’t sure if anyone else had noticed but to him he noticed that all night she had been down and upset.
“Yes I’m fine why wouldn’t I be?”…”I’m sorry I will be with you in a minute just need to finish taking the rest of my make-up off”
“Its fine you take as long as you like” he was still sat on the edge of her bed. He would ask more questions once she’d finished taking her make-up off.
“Finished now” she threw the wipe in the bin and walked over to the bed a sat cross legged on it next to Chris. He turned slightly so he could see her properly.
“Well this is the most clothes I’ve ever seen you wear” he laughed and joked with her before began his serious talk with her. She laughed with him as well which made him happy.
“Well wouldn’t be a very good burlesque dancer if I went out in my joggers would I?” was her cheeky reply. He was about to speak but she started speaking again “So why are you here anyway, you nothing else more interesting to with your life than to sit here talking to some slut”
“You’re not a slut”
“My husband seems to think so”
“Well he’s a knob because you definitely aren’t a slut”
“What do you want anyway?”
“To find out why you are down… I noticed all of those marks on you when you were performing… you care to explain those I mean how they got there?” he sounded very concerned and Karen really didn’t want to answer that.
“What marks?” she tried to sound confused.
“Those love bites all over you thighs, stomach, boobs and neck”
“Well if you know what they are why do I need to explain to you how they got there?” she tried to avoid answering his question again.
“They weren’t through love were they, they were done just so he got the pleasure…what did he do to you, what happened last night?” she suddenly dropped her head down and was tracing circles with her finger tips on the duvet cover.
“I don’t know I can’t remember” she mumbled quietly.
“Karen!” he said sternly.
“What?”
“I know I don’t know you that well but I know for a fact you are lying to me of course you remember what happened last night you just are ashamed and scared and don’t want to tell me… I want to help you” She sat in silence for a few moments he stroked his thumb across the back of her hand and felt her tear drop fall onto his hand.
“Please trust me enough to tell me”
She took a deep breath wiping away her tears which kept flowing down her cheeks and thought about what she was about to say to him.
“He… He... I told him I didn’t… want to have sex with him… and he hurt me” she said in between the tears as she sobbed her little heart out.
“He hurt you what do you mean, what did he do to you?”
“He… Pushed me onto the bed… and took my clothes off me and… and… made me have sex with him… he wouldn’t stop… he really hurt me… I tried to make him stop and get off me but… he was too strong… and the more I cried the harder he went… he told me it was my own fault” she was crying harder and louder as she explained to Chris who was listening so well trying to hold his own tears back.
He lifted her chin and wiped her tears away gently with his thumb caressing her cheeks.
"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are without make-up?" he asked.
"Beautiful, me, really you're having a laugh?"
"No I'm not. You are so beautiful you're the most beautiful woman in the world"
He pulled her onto his lap cradling her like a baby and trying to calm her. After a few minutes had passed she looked up at him her tears were still flowing but only very gently. Without thinking she pressed her lips against his and kissed him gently. He was so caring and kind to her he was the kindest person she had ever met. This kiss was so special to any she had ever had before from her husband this was real love not a forced love and for this time she had forgot all about her husband.
Chris could hear her panting as she deepened the kiss it was so passionate and he was panting nearly as much as she was. He was soon being pushed backwards so he was now lying on the bed instead of sitting and she was lying on top of him still kissing him hungrily as more passionately. It was something she has never experienced with Stephen before or anyone else for that matter she didn’t have a care in the world and for one moment in the last few years she had forgot all about the **** happening in her marriage, all the things her husband was forcing her to do and all the bullying he was doing to her all the hurt and pain had suddenly gone over the top of her head and gone.
“Well this looks very cosy… you going to introduce your friend to me Karen?” Karen looked up to see her husband standing in the door way and suddenly all the fear and hurt and pain she had forgotten about came back to her again she was back in the real world. What was going to happen next was all she could think about as her heart pound harder and harder and faster and faster skipping an beat each time.
Would like to say thank you to Rachel for giving me some ideas for this fic as well x
-- Edited by TeamKarenBarber on Monday 13th of August 2012 06:05:27 PM
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She explained: 'Chris is happy because I am' "Make the most of your time and have no regrets."
