39: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Warning: Sensitive situations ... or just a little different

(and please forgive my pathetic photo editing skills)

Belinda

      I ask Sean if we could sit down for a minute, so he asks me if he could buy me a drink. I say yes since I have a feeling we're both going to need it.
      I nod my head at the poster behind the bar and ask, "You know who that is?"
      "Um... no. Some singer, obviously," he says.
     "She's my great-grandmother." I smile widely at him. "She was a jazz singer and got pretty famous in the 30s."
      "Oh," he says and smiles sheepishly at me. "Sorry, jazz really isn't my 'thing.'"
     "Mine neither mostly, although sometimes it's like you can't help but move to some songs, you know what I mean?" I tell him while he looks from the picture to me and back several times.
      He smiles again and says, "I do know what you mean, actually. Especially with that song called In the Mood." A playful grin covers his features, and I debate convincing him to leave before Lynne gets here. "So, can you sing too?" he asks as the bartender hands us our drinks.
      I shrug. "Yes, but I don't take it seriously." I remember the stories my grandmother would tell me about her mother and what fame like that did to her... according to my grandmother's father, that is.
      I'm brought out of my reverie when Lynne walks up behind me, kisses me on the cheek, and says, "Hey, Lindy." Then she turns to Sean and says, "So, this must be the one you were talking about."

      Sean stands politely, turns to look at her, and then stares at her chest for a few seconds longer than necessary.
      Lynne whispers really loud to me, "You're right, he is cute." I roll my eyes and smile before I see Sean smiling too. Lynne leans up against Sean, wraps her arm around his shoulders and starts running her nails across his buzz cut. "Hi, I'm Lynne," she says in a seductive voice.
      Oh boy. Sean, you are in serious trouble, I think and try real hard to remember that this is the same guy that tried to hurt Erin and did hurt Julian. It's not easy. He just looks so cute and innocent... like a little lost puppy.
      I realize I've missed part of their conversation when I notice Sean acts like he wants to leave.
      "Well, let's go," Lynne says and winks at me.
      Of course, Sean is eager for Lynne and me to take him to her house.
     Lynne is normally a very nice, selfless person... except when she feels wronged or someone has wronged those she cares about. It's during these moments that it's like she becomes a different person, similar to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It also doesn't help that she has extraordinary abilities to turn her Mr. Hyde into an unholy terror.
      Lynne is on him like a duck on a June bug the second we walk into her house.
    

     She suddenly kisses him. Holy shit, Lynne! He then breaks the kiss, turns to me and asks Lynne, "But what about your friend?"
      Lynne looks at me and winks. "She can have her turn later."
      I decide to play along, so I walk up to him, run my fingernail down his arm and say, "Besides, I like to watch." Lynne grins widely at me.
     "You ladies do this sort of thing all the time?" Sean asks a little breathlessly while Lynne runs her hands over him under his shirt.
      I let Lynne answer.
      "Not too often. Only when we think we've found someone worthy of this sort of attention," she purrs. Then she 'suggests' that I go and make a few drinks. I shrug and do as I'm told.
      When I come back, Lynne has removed his shirt and somehow convinced him to sit down in one of her chairs. She sits on his lap with her pants off, straddling him while he acts like he's eager to get her shirt off of her as well.
     "I assume you don't need the drinks right now then," I state, trying to act like I'm upset they started without me.
     Lynne looks up, laughs and says, "We can save them for later, hun." Sean pulls her shirt over her head and attacks her chest with his mouth while his hands run freely over her thighs. I go and plop the tray of drinks on the table. Lynne mouths the word 'cuffs' to me and I roll my eyes and go find them. She is so kinky. I'm assuming they're in the 'kinky-shit' drawer.

     I walk over and discretely place the cuffs on the floor before I run my hands over his shoulders, chest and arms. He groans when I catch his hands and bring them up to me. Then he tilts his head back, and I kiss him, pulling his hands down behind the chair before I release his mouth. In my mind, the kiss is like an apology for future events.
     He jumps in shock when he feels the cold metal wrap around his wrists. "What the?!"
     Lynne puts one finger over his lips and says, "Shh! I thought you wanted to play."
     "Not like this," he says nervously. "What good is it if I can't use my hands?"
     I giggle and say, "Well, that's part of the torture."
     Lynne winks at me before leaning down to kiss him again, running her hand down between his legs. He groans like she's driving him insane. Then I notice the switch in Lynne's personality.
     "See?" she asks. "You like to play." He looks at her, wide-eyed, before she points at him and says, "Freeze." He freezes solid. It has begun.
     "I like to play too, Sean," she says while she stands and takes a few steps away from him in her lingerie, looking deadly. He looks like he wants to faint while she walks back to him and runs her fingers down the side of his face.

     "I can't move," Sean says in a panic.
     "I know you can't. That's because I told you to freeze," Lynne responds after she takes a step back to put her finger to her lips in a contemplative gesture.
     "But no, I really can't move!" he says with terror starting to creep into his voice.
     Lynne smiles a little and asks, "Isn't this fun? I like to have fun." She walks around him and wraps her arms around his shoulders. "I know you like to have fun too."
     "Not when I can't move," he says as calmly as he can manage.
     "Would it be more fun if Erin were here, Sean?" Lynne asks him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
     Sean stops breathing, and I worry for a moment that he's going to pass out.
    "Oh yes, I know Erin." She stands more upright and walks around him, watching his every expression. "Her boyfriend is one of my best friends, so that's how I know you like to have this brand of fun. Just what were you planning on doing the other night, Sean?"
     He doesn't answer her for a few more seconds, so she slaps him across the face. "Breathe, you chicken shit! No passing out on me!"
     "I..." he stammers, "I don't know what you mean."
     A jolt comes out of her fingertip right into his chest, and his body jumps a little from the shock of it. "Wrong answer," she says calmly. "You know exactly what I mean," she snaps. "The other night... when you were trying to drag her into her house. When Julian stopped you."
     "So that's the fucker's name," he says, and Lynne stands back up before she slaps him the other way this time. His lip starts bleeding a little. I can't help but feel grateful she has no close neighbors.

     "Answer the question," she growls. "What were you going to do, Sean?"
     "Fuck you," he says.
     I see in the glass of the door as she laughs up to the ceiling. "Oh yes, I'm sure fucking had something to do with it." She pauses for a second and says, "You wanted to play. Very similar to the way I'm playing with you now, am I right?" He says nothing, so she asks, "It's not quite as fun on the other side of it, is it, Sean?" Then she sends another jolt of electricity into him.
     I turn around and look as a hardened look as it comes over his face, and I know it's going to take more than what Lynne is doing to make him crack. I decide to step in, 'good cop' style.
      Lynne looks on approvingly as I croon to him, "Poor baby." I start working his shoulders and back. "Did I forget to mention how my friend doesn't like people that mess with those we care about?" He shakes for just one moment before he goes rigid again. "We only want an answer to a very simple question." I straighten up to whisper behind his ear, "You were going to rape her, weren't you?"
     "You bitches don't understand anything," he snaps, obviously trying to control himself.
     Lynne walks over to him and runs a fingernail down his collarbone before saying, "That's why I asked you the question." She leans over him, bent in half with her legs straight to get right in his face. Her hand strokes his face as she asks, "What were you going to do to our sweet Erin?"
     "I wasn't going to rape her!" he growls.
     "That's not what Julian saw," I state.
     "I did nothing wrong," he reiterates. "I don't know why she started yelling the way she did."
     "Oh, you don't?" Lynne asks. "Give me some guesses then."
     "You stupid witch, 'I don't know' means I don't know!" he snarls, and Lynne grabs him between his legs and twists. He screams.
      She hisses at him, "You mean to tell me that you didn't know why she started yelling for help, this woman that you were engaged to?" She glares at him. "And you call me stupid?!"
     A few tears escape his eyes, and he says in a pained voice, "I wasn't going to rape her. She was overreacting."
     "Then answer the fucking question. If you weren't going to rape her, then what were you going to do?" Lynne asks in an icy voice.
    "Fine! Talk! I just wanted her to talk to me!" he yells.
     Lynne sniffs the air and says, "Lie." Another jolt shoots out of her finger into his kneecap, almost casually. "She didn't want to talk to you, did she? Whatever you were doing, it scared her enough to make her start yelling. It was at that point that you should have stopped, but you didn't, did you? No, you were trying to pull her into her house. Now, answer me truthfully, you were going to rape her once inside the house, weren't you?"
     "No," he stubbornly maintains his story while Lynne paces the room.
     She slowly walks back over to Sean and stands in front of him to ask, "Well, if all you were going to do is 'talk,' then what were you going to 'talk' about?"
      Sean takes a deep breath and says, "None of your goddamn business."
      She shoots yet another bolt from her fingertip, this time right at his dick. His eyes nearly pop out of his head, but he sets his jaw and doesn't make a sound. I try to refrain from telling Lynne that I think she's overdoing it. She looks pissed.
     "Well, you see, Sean. That's where you're wrong. I'm making it my business," Lynne says as she calmly sits in his lap like a kid would Santa Claus. "You don't try to hurt my friends and think you can get away with it. Now, are you going to admit to the truth or am I going to have to make it to where you can never have children? I think I'd be doing the next generation a favor as well as any other woman you mistakenly think wants it when she doesn't."
      He shrugs with mock nonchalance and says, "Fine. I wanted her to come back to me. I didn't know about the rebound guy."

       Lynne glares at him and slowly walks around him. "You're not telling me everything, and you need to admit this to yourself as well. I really didn't want to have to crawl into your head, Sean, but it appears that I'm going to have to." She places a hand on either side of his head and closes her eyes. Sean appears to make an attempt to struggle.
    "That's not true!" he yells suddenly, but Lynne keeps her hands on his head, a look of determination on her face. His eyes find me, and he asks, "What is she doing? I don't want to see this shit!"
      "She's making you see the truth, and I'm guessing it's pretty ugly," I answer sadly. I really don't need to feel sympathetic.
      His eyes look pleadingly at me as he yells, "No! It wasn't going to come to that! She loves me! She would come around!"
    I take a deep breath. "Only it didn't look like she would come around, did it, Sean?" I ask, and I feel a little uncomfortable. "You were going to rape her if she didn't, weren't you?"
      "I wouldn't have to," he whispers. Lynne zaps him right into his head, and he twitches. Finally, tears start coursing down his face as he whispers out a quiet, "Yes."
      "I told you you can't lie to me you sick piece of shit!" Lynne spits out as she circles around him like a tiger stalking its prey.

    Then she unleashes her full fury on him, and I have to take a step back to avoid the electrical storm. I'm terrified. I hate it when she gets like this, justified or not. I don't want to know what it was she really saw inside his head.
    Sean starts screaming, and the rest of the lights in the house dim as if she's drawing power from the house's electricity. I cover my eyes like a child would.
       When he finally is quiet again, I look to see that she's burned a word onto his chest: Rapist. Sean is passed out and slumped over in the chair. I can see he's breathing at least.
       She slowly walks up to him and speaks quietly into his ear, "Can you hear me, Sean?" He grunts. "Good. Listen closely then. You're not going to remember any of this except for what I tell you right now, understand?" He mumbles out a yes. "Good. Now, I've placed a 'sign' on your chest that I'm wiping away now." She waves her hand over his chest, and the marking disappears. "However, it will appear to any woman that you ever hope to sleep with so that they know exactly what they're dealing with. Understand?"
      "Yes," he sobs.
     "Good. You decide you don't want Erin anymore, and you're better off without her. You have an overwhelming desire to return to your sad, little life and leave the island," she states, and Sean passes out after mumbling another yes.
      I numbly reach for his shirt, happy that she didn't drag that out any longer, and find a hotel key in the pocket. "Room 224," I tell Lynne before she makes him stand, zombie-like, and removes his cuffs. Then she has him put his shirt back on before she leads him out of the house to her car and, I presume, his hotel. After I see a very satisfied expression on Lynne's face, I walk over to her couch and collapse against it, falling asleep immediately.
      You won't remember the specifics of tonight either, Lindy, I hear like it's whispered right into my ear.

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I hope this wasn't too weird for the storyline. I don't want to stray too far into the supernatural world, but just graze it.

Lynne thought that that was a bit too far for Belinda, however, and she gave her that gift of forgetting. When Lynne had looked into Sean's mind, she saw what he'd intended to do since Erin wasn't 'cooperating' with him, and she was furious her guess was correct. Sean wouldn't admit it to himself because he thought he'd have been able to convince Erin and not have to resort to that, but he was also very determined to get what he wanted even if it meant that he'd have to force her to see that she loved him.

I don't want to possibly destroy Lynne's character in y'all'z eyes. This is not her normal behavior, but it is her "Mr. Hyde" like Belinda thinks. She meant it when she'd threatened Erin about making her life a living hell that Saturday morning before Erin found Bryce on the beach. Most of the time she's a very sweet, selfless, easy-going person. I need to write a chapter showing that more-dominant side of her real soon I guess.

Oh, and I loved putting in the connection to Cutest Lil' Jazz Singer. I used Gloria as a base when I made Belinda. :D