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to grab onto a coherent thought.  Her legs spread as if against her will and she wondered if it would somehow ease the pain he created as he tried to open her with the rough movement of his hand and fingers.  She wondered what was supposed to happen.  Then he abruptly pulled his fingers out of her and positioned himself between her legs.
    "Oh! Seth!  Please, I'm scared!  Please don't hurt me," Layla pleaded, staring up at him with shining eyes.
    "I won't hurt you," he groaned.  He stared down at her for one breathless second and then lunged.
    Seth thrust into her in one hard push.  Layla's voice rang out over the quiet night in a long wail.  He pushed into her again and again.  Seth rocked his hips at an insane rate, grunting each time he hit the deepest parts of her.  She closed her eyes and struggled with the feeling of fullness, trying to focus on the part of this that felt good.
    She knew he didn't mean to lie.  But hurt her, he did.
    ***
    By the time a week had come and gone, all members of Victim Unknown had packed up, turned in keys to their respective landlords, and headed south.  The band created a caravan and made their way to L.A.  They had mutually worked out their plan to relocate long in advance so they arrived in L.A. with an apartment they would all share until they got on their feet, and a roster of gigs already scheduled. 
    In fact, they played a show their very first night; before they'd even had an opportunity to unpack and settle in.  They opened for a major band in an arena brimming with over ten thousand listeners.  Though the fans were there for the headlining band, Victim Unknown was thrilled with the response to their music and nailed the best performance they'd ever given.
    And it was after that show when they were approached back stage by a man who brandished a business card, and suggested they get into his office Monday morning and sign a record deal.

Six Years Later
    L ayla cast her eyes to the side and stared at the red light on the dark TV, clearing her mind of everything but that light.
    Seth hammered in and out of her, grunting and breathing heavily.  She finally returned her attention to his gorgeous face when his eyes closed, he let out a blissful moan, and she felt his release explode inside her.  He rode out the waves of his pleasure and then collapsed down onto her body leaving his cock inside her.
    She sighed and looked back at the red light.  They were in a hotel room in Australia.  She felt annoyed.  Tears pricked her eyes, so she closed her eyes to keep them from falling.  She didn't know exactly why she felt like crying, she just did.  And that annoyed her.  She also hated the smell of hotel rooms.  Even penthouses, like the one she was flat on her back in just then, had a weird smell that she hated.  She contemplated the feel of her husband's large, still hard cock inside her, and wondered why the hell she couldn't feel happy about at least that.
    "Why don't you ever get off, Layla?"
    His sudden question snapped her out of her own dreary thoughts.  She'd thought he'd drifted off to sleep with his face buried in the large bosoms he'd made her get several years back.
    "What are you talking about?" she said with a chuckle.  "Of course I get off."
    He hoisted himself onto his elbows and looked down at her.  "No you don't, Layla.  In fact, I'd go so far to say that you have never had an orgasm with me."
    Her cheeks blazed.  She thoroughly enjoyed sex with Seth.  But, given the fact that she couldn't say for a fact whether she'd had a bonafide orgasm or not, did lend to the suspicion that he might be right.  But of course, she'd rather die than admit it. "Seth, come on.  You're crazy.  Of course you make me come."  She gave him a sultry smile.
    But he didn't give into her charms that time and she felt him slightly move his hips; just enough to slide out of her.  "I'm serious.  I know you don't come."
    Wow.  Maybe it's because you're a drunk?  Maybe