Sweet, Sweet Revenge

Kyle looked out over the crowd of the Chicago audience. He loved the thrill of performing, the rush of adrenaline and the screams that echoed in his ears. Not to mention all the fringe benefits. Like, say...the girl he was staring at.

She was in the first row, right in front of Kyle. He was looking at her as much as she was looking at him. From his angle, he could see right down the front of her low-cut shirt. He grinned to himself, noticing she also wore a backstage pass on a keychain around her neck. He supposed he would be seeing her later.

Kyle ripped into the next song with a fierceness that surprised even himself . He hit every chord, every single note perfectly. He was so absorbed in his song that he didn't notice the girl whisper something to her friend.

"I'm going to get him tonight," she said loudly into the ear of her friend. Her friend turned to her and laughed.

"I bet you will," her friend giggled.

She stared up at Kyle and couldn't help but snicker.

If only he knew what was coming.


The show was over; Kyle was backstage. The barrage of fans had been continuous, but he hadn't really noticed. He was waiting for one person.

The crowd dispersed after a while, and that's when he spotted her. She was standing in the corner, staring at him. He smiled at her and winked. She smiled back coyly.

This is gonna be almost too easy, he thought as he approached her. As the distance between them closed, he couldn't help but think she looked familiar. He quickly brushed the thought away when she spoke.

"Hey," she said casually, with an almost indetectable amused tone.

Kyle smiled again. He knew she wanted him. "Hey," he said back.

"I'm Lisa," she said, playing with her keychain, giving Kyle a brief excuse to gawk openly at her chest.

"Well, hello Lisa. Did you like the concert?" Kyle asked, once again meeting her eyes.

"Loved it. It had to be the best concert I've ever been to," she replied. She reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "You were great."

He smiled smugly. It was true. He was good.

Kyle noticed that the others were leaving, and decided to make his move.

"So...you doing anything later?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow to make sure the message was clear.

She understood. "Hopefully."


He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help himself. Jessie, his girlfriend was staying home for most of this tour to take a computing class for her job, and all those empty nights on the road really added up. He was a rock star, dammit, and in his prime. And what his girlfriend didn't know wouldn't hurt anybody. Especially not him.

Kyle and Lisa had meandered their way up to Kyle's hotel room. The other guys had seen that Kyle was with another woman, but discreetly chose not to say anything. It's not like none of them hadn't done the same thing dozens of times before.

The two of them wasted no time getting down to business. As soon as the door shut, Kyle lifted his shirt over his head and pushed Lisa down on the bed. As he was making his way down her neck, she lifted him up and looked into his eyes. He felt the twinge of familiarity again but quickly pushed it aside.

"What is it?" he asked in a scratchy voice.

"How do you feel about..." she began slowly.

"About what?" he persisted impatiently.

"About bondage?" she finished.

Kyle gulped. This just keeps getting better and better he thought. He sat up.

"I'm...up for it," he stated in a low voice. "Who would be...?"

"Let me take care of everything," she said. She gently pushed Kyle down onto the bed and straddled him. Reaching into her small bag beside her, she took out two pairs of handcuffs.

"Ooh, kinky," Kyle said as the handcuffs glimmered in the light.

Lisa smirked and placed one of the handcuffs around Kyle's left wrist. Then she snapped the other end of the handcuffs around one of the rungs in the headboard. She did the same for Kyle's right wrist so that he was completely helpless. Kyle wiggled his wrist several times to test the handcuffs. He couldn't move.

Lisa grinned and kissed his lips. She moved down to his chest and stomach, and stopped at his pants. She looked up at him and was glad to see that he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, sliding her hand inside them ever-so- slightly. Kyle groaned loudly.

Lisa tugged his pants down until they were removed completely. Then she did the same for his boxers. She looked down. And laughed.

Kyle, who had been very exuberant up to that point, lifted his head up as much as he could. "What the hell is so funny?" he asked defensively, wondering if she was somehow insulting him.

"You...you just have no idea," she said between gasps.

"No idea about what?!" Kyle demanded. He felt his face flush.

"Who I am," she said, pounding the edge of the bed.

Kyle froze. He wasn't expecting that answer.

"Who...who are you?" he asked almost timidly.

Lisa stopped laughing and looked at him. She wordlessly tugged at her hair, removing the wig that he had thought was her long brown hair to unearth her short golden locks underneath. Reaching into her bag once again, she revealed a pair of glasses, which she put on.

"Oh shit." Kyle could now clearly see that this girl he thought would be an easy screw was actually his girlfriend's younger sister. "Shauna?"

Shauna didn't smile. "Yeah. I can see you've been plenty occupied on tour."

"But...why...what...how...why?" Kyle stammered, now tugging at his handcuffs rather desperately.

"Jessie has been suspecting for a long time. She got me tickets and a backstage pass without telling you. It was all planned out to trap you. And now I have you right where I want you," Shauna said triumphantly. She reached into her pocket and took out her cell phone. She dialed quickly and held the phone up to her ear.

"Jessie? Yeah, it's me....yeah, it worked....he's right here. Yeah....uh huh ...." Shauna laughed. "It was surprisingly easy. Ok. Yeah. Alright, I'll tell him. Yep. Bye." She hung up the phone.

"Jessie wants me to tell you that she wants you to burn in 'fucking hell'." Shauna said smoothly, tossing the phone in her bag.

Kyle cringed. He was hoping all of this would never catch up to him. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

Shauna, as if reading his thoughts, interjected. "Don't try to make up with her. She's fed up with you. And now that she knows, she can make the moves on the guy in her computing class."

While she spoke, Shauna was taking a camera out of her bag. Kyle immediately noticed.

"What the fuck are you doing now?" he asked, half afraid and half angry.

"Making things a little more interesting," Shauna said. She aimed the camera, but then stopped. Then she smiled. And Kyle whimpered quietly.

This time when Shauna straddled him, Kyle struggled as much as he could to get her off of him. But since he was basically immobile, he couldn't prevent Shauna from applying her make-up to his face. Lipstick, blush, eye shadow, even mascara. The whole nine yards.

"Oh Kyle, you look magnificent. That is, for as good as a lying bastard can look," Shauna said, standing up again. She aimed the camera and took a few pictures of the made-up and still naked Kyle.

"These will look really great online," she mumbled as she clicked away.

"Oh, you wouldn't," Kyle said in a low voice.

"Oh, I would."

Kyle couldn't take it anymore. He began shouting for someone to help him.

Shauna had since packed away everything of hers and was now heading towards the door. Kyle stopped his yelling momentarily.

"Hey, you're just gonna leave me like this?" he demanded, shaking his wrists with more intensity.

She paused and turned around. "You're right," she said, moving back into the room. She headed towards the bed. Then past the bed. Then to the window.

"I think you need some fresh air to clear your head," she said, opening the window as wide as it would go, letting the chilly February air of Chicago in.

"What? It's 30 fucking degrees out! You can't do this!" Kyle screamed, pulling against the handcuffs. Shauna approached the bed and leaned over.

"Oh, but I just did," she whispered. She flashed a grin.

She turned and was at the door when she said, "Once I get to the lobby, I'll call the fire department and say there's a fire in the hotel that started in this room. Don't worry, you won't be alone for long."

"I could have you fucking arrested for this," Kyle growled. Shauna whirled around. She gave a short chuckle.

"Well, my sister would be able to get the bail money. At least she still shares a checking account with her ex. He's some rich rock star or something."

With that, she opened the door and left, letting it slam behind her.

Kyle laid there for a moment. He took a deep breath.

"Somebody fucking help me!!" he screamed as loudly as he could.

Meanwhile Adam, who had the room next to Kyle's, muted the TV show he had been watching. He listened to Kyle yell. He couldn't quite make out what he was saying. And frankly, he was glad.

"Sure sounds like Kyle's having fun," he muttered, turning the volume of the TV up.

Kyle stopped screaming after a few minutes, realizing that no one was coming.

"Dammit," he said through gritted teeth.

Right then the fire alarm went off in the hotel.

Kyle paled.