Brian shoved Theresa onto the bed, straddling her waist quickly. She struggled against him, knowing that was what he wanted. He kissed her roughly and nibbled at her lower lip, while retrieving a pair of silver handcuffs from his nightstand. He casually coaxed her arms up above her head and handcuffed her to the headboard’s rails.
Theresa struggled against her bonds and arced up slightly to Brian’s hands. He stroked down her torso to the hem of her shirt and shoved it up her body, until it was up to her hands. Brian smirked down at her full breasts and rested his hands at her ribcage, kissing and licking the valley between her breasts. When she arched to his mouth, he moved away and down to her acid washed jeans and unbuttoned them. He pulled down the zipper and stepped up from the bed to stand at the footboard. He pulled off her red sandal heels and tugged her tight blue jeans down, leaving her in her white bra and cotton thong bound to the bed.
"You know what’s next, don’t you Baby?" Brian growled, retrieving something from his suitcase. She stared with wide eyes and her muscles tightened when the object Brian had pulled out came into view. He cracked the whip just at her feet making her cringe and move her feet away. "You didn’t answer me Slut!"
Theresa shivered and shut her eyes tightly as the intense pain shot through her body. Strike after strike brought more welts onto her smooth tanned skin. No one would ever believe sweet, innocent Brian was into the bondage and whips.
**~~**~~**
Theresa and Stephanie headed for the ‘Hair and Make-up’ room in the backstage area of the stadium. They were almost to the refuge when a female voice stopped them.
"Theresa, Theresa, Theresa…" Both girls turned around to see Christina leading the other four dancer behind her. "I think you’ve gained some weight…"
"Excuse me?" Theresa glared at the red head, distastefully. Christina pulled her towards her and handed her a few Polaroid pictures. Theresa’s face paled and blocked Stephanie from seeing the pictures.
"Aj wanted you to have these as memorabilia of your special night…" Christina giggled spitefully, watching in delight as the blonde’s face turned red.
"You Bitch!" Theresa growled, using her free slap Christina across the face.
"You little slut…" Christina lunged, but was pushed away by Stephanie. The red head focused her aggression on the brunette instead, ignoring the blond. Christina slammed Stephanie in to the wall behind them, then wrapping her thin hands around her small throat and squeezing tightly.
Stephanie felt her head throb and her sight got a little fuzzier. She tried to pry the hands away, but not even Theresa, who was trying to pull Christina off, could get her away. The world in front of her began to fade, the deafening shouts were slowly drowned out by the pounding in her ears.
"What the fuck is going on here?" A deep voice rumbled, making the catfight come to an abrupt halt. Stephanie slipped to the floor and breathed in deeply as Christina’s hands released her neck.
"What the hell is going on?" Nick walked up behind Kevin, slightly confused and curious on the actions of the dancers and the make-up and hair dressers.
"Oh, nothing Kevvy, just a minor disagreement." Christina smiled towards him and wrapping an arm around his waist. He immediately pushed her away and looked down at the small brunette sitting against the wall.
"Sure as hell didn’t look like a minor disagreement. Sweet Ass, you okay?" Kevin asked, watching Theresa help Stephanie stand. She just nodded then dragged Theresa into the hair and make-up room, the pictures in Theresa’s hands flying over the floor.
Aj stepped out of the shadows in the corner and began picking up the pictures she had dropped. His face paled when he linked what Christina had said and the pictures in his hands. He glared towards the dancers and stormed away, back to his dressing room.
**~~**~~**
Both Theresa and Stephanie collapsed on the leather couch against one wall.
"What the hell was that about? What did she show you that made you so upset?" Stephanie asked, looking Theresa straight in the eye for an answer. Theresa avoided her chestnut eyes, resting her hands over her face. She felt Stephanie’s stares and sighed.
"Nothing, she just gets on my nerves so bad thinking she’s the shit. She’s not and I can’t wait to just beat the living shit out of her. But if I did the guys would kill me for damaging a dancer."
"Theresa, what were those pictures?" Stephanie barely whispered, almost impossible for even Theresa to hear. Theresa just sighed and stared ahead at the poster adorning the far wall. The Backstreet Boys were posed in a bright alley, each grinning or goofing off.
"There were just some things I wish I could forget…"
"Why did Christina say Aj wanted you to have them…" She started again.
"Don’t you ever stop asking questions?" Theresa suddenly stated, wringing her hands furiously. Stephanie ducked back a little and rose from the couch, cleaning around her dresser to prepare to fix the guys’ hair. Theresa immediately regretted snapping at her and brushed her loose hair away from her still red face.
"Hey, I’m sorry, I’ve just not had a very good day…"
"It’s okay, don’t worry about it." Stephanie muttered, suddenly fascinated with the light blue brush in her hand. The door suddenly opened, revealing Nick, Kevin, Brian and Howie, minus Aj. Stephanie immediately made herself look busy, hoping not to be harassed by them again.
"Ladies, I believe we need to talk… What happened out there and I expect the truth." Kevin stated, taking a seat in the make-up chair. Theresa kept her eyes anywhere but where his eyes were and silently wondered where Aj was. Stephanie remained with her back to them, ignoring their stares through the mirrors.
"You know, when one of asks a question, we expect an answer!" Nick declared, making eye contact with the brunette for a single instant in the mirror before she gazed away.
"Don’t make us have to force a response out of ya, ‘cause I honestly have no problem doing that…" Brian threatened with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It’s was a disagreement of sorts and it was being dealt with before you showed up!" Theresa stated, pulling her hair back and twisting it up with a hair clip.
"Yeah, ‘cept Sweet Ass was getting strangled!" Kevin barked, glaring towards Theresa angrily.
"You know, I’m really tired of you calling me that! I do have a fucking name!" Stephanie spun around and glared at him. Everyone looked at her in mild surprise. Kevin smirked and rose from the chair, walking towards her.
"So, you decided if you want to join the circle or not? It would definitely keep whatever happened out there from happening again." He was so close to her, her body was pinned between the supplies table and his hard torso.
"If I did say yes, what would I have to do?" She asked quietly, her voice once again timid and soft. Theresa almost spoke to oppose the thought, but was restrained when she knew Kevin would quiet and dismiss anything she would say.
"Oh not much, just pass the initiation and you’re in." Nick snickered from the corner. Stephanie stared at him for a moment then at Kevin, then to Theresa for an agreement or protest. Theresa didn’t even look up at her, just remained passive on the couch.
"Alright, but what is the initiation?" She answered, biting her lip once her sentence was out of her mouth. She heard Theresa sigh in defeat almost and turn away.
"Well, Babe, we’ll discuss it later, maybe tomorrow, but you will know when the initiation is. Ask Theresa, she knows all about it." Kevin smiled, slowly resting his large, slightly callused hands on her hips. She tried to lean away but found it quite impossible since she was trapped between him and the table. He only leaned in and inhaled against her hair, then pulled away and crossed the room to speak to the other men in a low voice.
"I’m going to go take care of a problem, I’ll be back. Nick, go find Aj. We still have a show to do." Kevin murmured to avoid the woman behind him from hearing it. He stormed out of the room as quickly as he had entered and Nick trailed out as well, heading in the opposite direction.
Brian and Howie stayed behind, watching the two women ignore them and clean up around the room. Brian walked up behind Theresa and rested a hand on her still tender ass. He knew he had left some major welts across her back and stomach, but surprisingly he drew no blood. When he squeezed firmly, Theresa felt tears spring to her eyes and whimpered mournfully.
"What’s the matter Babe? Still sore?" He taunted, regarding her face intently through the mirror. He nuzzled his face against her neck and bit her smooth skin.
Stephanie observed the scene from the other side of the room, not quite hearing what Brian had said or the response but knew Theresa was not enjoying his sudden attention in the slightest.
"Um, Theresa would you help me find the coke machines. I’m still not sure I can find my way around here…" She said calmly, relieved when Brian released the blond and moved away. Theresa turned and nodded appreciatively, following the petite brunette out of the dressing room and down the hall to the cafeteria under the stadium.
**~~**~~**
Kevin slammed the dressing room door and stared at the five BSB dancers in mild fury. The walk there had thankfully calmed his rage slightly. Christina saw the fierceness in his emerald eyes and immediately knew she was in trouble.
"Ladies, I need a word with you." He stated through clenched teeth, proving he was indeed irritated with their early actions.
"Kevin, the fight wasn’t our fault. That little bitch doesn’t fit in around here at all and never will…" Christina started instantaneously.
"Did I give you permission to speak, Chris?" He shouted, causing all the girls to shake a bit. Amy looked to Christina in fear and prayed silently she would take the credit for stealing the pictures from Kevin’s room. Amy had no desire to be tossed out of the circle anytime soon.
"I didn’t ask if you thought she fit in or not. By next week she’ll be in the circle and if I hear one word about any of you messing with her you shall answer to me and it won’t be the type of punishment you’d enjoy."
"Kevin, she does not fit in here. She’s not ever going to be accepted by us!" Monica stated, zipping up the front to her leather dance outfit. He just glared at her.
"Shut the fuck up, Monica. You’ll accept her or you’re gone. You think it would be that hard for us the replace you, not hardly!" He yelled, causing her to quiet immediately. "Now, I hear one more thing about you girls harassing the little chick, and you have me to deal with."
Without waiting for a reply, Kevin left the room heading back to his dressing room to get ready for their last concert in New York.
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