"So you offered him to live with us? How could you do that BEFORE asking me Vinyl?" A black-haired woman asked.
"Come on! It is my fault he lost his home, and you told me I should do everything I could to help him!" The neon-blue haired woman responded.
"Within reason Vinyl! And another thing-" As their argument went on and on, I droned it out. Until they made a decision, I would not say a thing. It all started early that morning. I had awoken to the sound of someone beating on my door.
"Celestia damn it. I told you, I don't have your money! I get paid tomorrow, like always!" I assumed it was my landlord. He had been trying to get me to pay my bill on time, something he knew was impossible with how my job decided to pay me, and something he barely put up with. I had told him the very first day this would be an issue, and even though I pay when I tell him I can, he has slowly become more and more demanding. Recently, I barely get enough sleep with his constant bickering, and since he owns the entire complex I live in, well, I am the one who can get arrested if a noise complaint is filed.
"I am not who you think I am dude." I immediately sit up. This voice belongs to a woman, a woman I know all too well, Vinyl Scratch. A beautiful woman with a great talent in music, she was a woman who gave me one hell of an unhappy past. We both signed up to go to the same company and, thanks to a misunderstanding, she got me fired an hour into my first day and arrested for something that didn't happen. Needless to say, I would have preferred the landlord. I get up, shouting my intent to be right there, and leisurely get dressed in stuff I wouldn't mind spending time in prison in. As I open my front door, I prepare myself for an altogether unhappy moment.
"Well then, what do you want then, MISS SCRATCH." I make my irritation as obvious a possible to let her know that, unless this is important, she better be on her way. My eyes, however, can't help but glance her over. She was still very much beautiful, a slim figure, long, tight jeans, a loose, white tank-top, and of course, those signature sunglasses. She was actually shrinking back, something uncharacteristic of the woman, and certainly far from what I had expected. It actually made me back off for a moment to let her compose herself.
"Look, dude. I know we have had our, problems in the past, and that is why I am here." She takes a few deep breathes, and I honestly can't believe this is happening. "I'm sorry for everything, and I want to know if there is anything I can do to-"
"Where is my money bitch!" Just as Vinyl was about to say words I had dreamed of for years, my Landlord shows up to ruin everything. Rushing towards me, he grabs me with one hand and forces me to look at him. "Well? It is two days past due. I don't care about how things were, or what is going on, give me my money!" I know he is bluffing, he knows I will have my money and he is just looking for an excuse to kick me out. But before I can say a thing, Vinyl does what Vinyl does, she fucked up.
"Back off buddy. I am in the middle of a conversation here."
"Now Vi-"
"Shut up whore. Now bitch, where is it?" I watch in horror as my day goes from unhappy, to almost magical, to hell in the blink of an eye.
"I am not a whore!" With a single slap, I watch his eyes at first go wide, then dial in on me.
"Pack your shit, and get out bitch. You have until sunrise to leave. Should have watched your company." With that, he walked off, a near bounce in his step as I begin to breathe heavily.
"What have you done!"
"I-I didn't-"
"No, no more excuses, no more puppy dog eyes, no more chances! Every time you enter my life, it goes a little up, then crashing down. EVERY. FUCKING. TIME!" I retreat into my now former home, and look for things to carry my stuff. I hear her follow me, but it is not like I can do anything about it. I don't technically live here anymore. As I head into the back rooms to grab a few bags to stuff my belongings in, Vinyl speaks up.
"I will fix this." I drop everything to stare at her. anger burning towards her.
"Oh? And how will you do that?" I speak demeaningly at her, my will to care completely gone. "I have lost my home, again. This is the second time I have lost my home because of you, and this is the second time I will lose my job because of you, but this time, in the opposite order!"
"Hey, you can't pin your job problem on me!" She fights back, but backs into a wall as I stare at her, coming ever closer.
"I can't? Guess what, after that shit you put me through that cost me my job, most places wouldn't hire me. This last one did because they thought I 'turned my life around' and even had a home. They have made it VERY clear that if I EVER, lose my home, they will fire me instantly, and he will call them to tell them after that shit you pulled." She was cowering in a corner when I finished, and I backed off, wanting to get packed and try and figure out what to do with my life. An hour passed with Vinyl sitting in the same corner, and I finished packing up. As I was about to leave, she decided to try and lend her 'helping' hand once more.
"I got it! I know how I can help you. I can give you a place to live!" I stopped dead in my tracks. I normally would have told her off, but something clicked in my mind. It was gone the next moment, but it left me in a far better state to react to her comment.
"Oh? And where would that be?"
"My house! I got plenty of room there, and the only other resident is my girlfriend, so it shouldn't be too big of a problem." She smiles gleefully and even though I see plenty of holes in her plan, right now, even if it were just for the night I could think of a few ways out of this. Worse comes to worst, at least death was an option.
"I still won't have a job, so paying you would be-"
"I couldn't accept your money after, well, everything. As for a job, well, I know I could use a few new beats and that so, if you can make something I can play, I can hire you until a better job comes by." She beamed as I realized why she took so long, she actually thought this through to help me. The idea from before returned, and I realized that in the future I would probably face plenty of hardships, and if I failed, death would probably be my only respite.
"Fine. I don't really have many options to go with anyway." With a large smile, she helped me grab my things, and walked me to her home. That was when I met her girlfriend, Octavia. She came into the hallway of Vinyl's rather large house when I arrived to greet Vinyl, and I was stunned by her beauty. Long, black hair, a curvy figure, a large, but not exceedingly large, bust, beauty that I had never seen outside of a few magazines in stores, and elegance befitting such a woman. She wore a casual suit, and small heels to complete her look, and I continued to stare into her eyes as she stared at mine. I knew she was out of my league, even if she weren't taken, and thankfully, that was as far as my thoughts got as she shifted her stare to Vinyl.
"Vinyl, who is this?" With that silky voice, we came to this argument, which was finally calming down. As I zoned back into it, I realized that the atmosphere was a lot less tense.
"Well, I guess he can stay. I can't really argue with your decision, it was your fault and it isn't like there are many easy places to help him get set-up in. As for that job, I guess I agree to see if some of it can't be used in the music hall, but I won't accept what they can't. I may be a solo performer now, but that doesn't mean I am won't consider going back. Well then, I have an important meeting to get to in the morning, so please, excuse me." With that, she headed up the stairs she had come down, and to the left, disappearing from view as my attention went fully back to Vinyl.
"She may be very smart, and very beautiful, but I still got some tricks to me to turn the tables. Now, let me show you to a good room." She takes up some of my stuff she had put down when the argument started, and we began to go up the same stairs as Octavia, taking a right instead of a left, and going down a rather large corridor. "Most of these rooms are empty, but we do have a few rooms stocked with stuff. This room for instance," she said, pointing towards a door on our left, "that room contains a bit of sound equipment I used to use. It is good stuff, but it doesn't have as much storage capacity as the ones I use now. You can go in here to do work. Obviously we aren't going to make you do anything right now, but just saying." I nod, the thought from before coming back in full strength. It wasn't a great plan, but if I succeeded, the reward was equally high. I just needed to take my time, and experiment. With the sound of a door opening, I realized that Vinyl had reached the guest room she had decided on for me. A simple room with a bed, four, red walls, a ceiling fan, a night stand, and a closet. This would be my home for a while, and if all went well, would be my permanent home.
***
A month later, and things were looking up. I had a steady job making beats for Vinyl and a few music samples for Octavia's music hall. They created appropriate atmospheres, and the money that was coming in was very welcome. In this first week of payments, I got more money than I had gotten for the past six months, ensuring that I was getting back on my feet. I had worked out a rent with Vinyl and Octavia, bought some clothes, and had an easy path towards my future. It was the perfect time to begin my plan, with a special beat just for them.
"So, you said you had a sample you wanted my opinion on?" Octavia walked into the studio room Vinyl pointed out on day one, wearing the same casual suit from when I met her.
"Yes. I always want to set a feeling for the audience before the performance, and my own expectations can create a false positive, so I was hoping you could give me an opinion." I was sitting at the equipment, finally finishing my adjustments to the special headset I had made just for this test. I had it working, but I needed to make sure nothing was wrong with the headset before each test.
"I see, alright then. Let's see if this is another winner. shall we?" With a kind smile, Octavia sat down on the stool in the middle of the room, taking and putting on the headphones from my hand. I quickly made my way to my console, and turned it on. I waited for a moment and she began to tap her left foot, a definite sign that she liked it. I waited for a little while, watching as the song slowly seeped itself into her. I almost gave up hope when I saw her right hand rise to her chest, and begin to stroke one of her breasts. She was beginning to masturbate. In a moment both of her hands were groping her chest, and her face flushed slightly. I would have been more worried, but Vinyl was currently a days trip away at an award ceremony. With no possibility of interruption, I flip a switch and a hidden camera begins to record the sight before me.
Octavia moved her hands over her lovely chest, and soon, wanted to feel more. Her coat was quickly removed, and after a moment, so too, was her shirt, leaving her in naught but a nice, black bra. I felt myself get hard as she began to really go at it. Every stroke of her breasts became accompanied by a small moan, as a musky smell began to permeate the air. It was really picking up its pace at a rapid rate, but I could not rush anything. Soon, she stripped herself of her bra, and began to play with her breasts directly. I felt an urge to feel them, to know the sensation of her breasts, but not yet, not when she was barely under. She squeezed her breasts violently, and pinched at her nipples, trying in vain to reach climax from just them alone. Then she got off the stool, and swiftly dealt with the remainder of her clothes. I never got to see her panties, as they came off with her pants, but that could wait for after this experiment.
In a hearbeat her hands darted for her nethers as the smell in the room increased ten-fold. I heard the sounds of her rapidly trying to get herself to climax, an attempt that the music made certain would fail. She tried for a full ten minutes of finger-banging herself, creating a rather large puddle underneath herself. She finally looked up and saw me, in a haze she came over to me, and as I had hoped, she began to remove my pants and underwear. I aided her by standing, but sat down on the floor when she was done removing the clothes, my erection bouncing happily in the air. Without any further hesitation, she began to lick me over.
She was certainly unaccustomed to it, going straight for the intense blowjob and gagging as my cock slipped into her throat, but the feeling of her throat and mouth enveloping me, her tongue coating me in her saliva as she animalistically deep-throated me was still an insane pleasure. I grabbed the back of her head as I came, and she swallowed. When my stream stopped, she finally came, gushing torrents onto the floor. I smiled gleefully as she panted, and I loved it. A quick, dirty blowjob, from a lesbian woman in a relationship with the woman who ruined much of my adult life so far.
I sat around and waited for a bit, my music still playing in her ears. I watched and waited until she recovered, a new beat going through the earphones. This was the biggest test, and would tell me how I would proceed. As she bowed before me, I knew it was my win.
"Who do you love, Octavia?"
"Vinyl Scratch."
"Who, do you serve?"
"You."
"Good, you will spread your legs for no other, though in front of Vinyl, at least for now, act like nothing has changed. I will teach her the joys you yourself have learned soon." She nodded and approached me again, this time, my music did not guide her, but I wanted to save myself up for my main course. "No. Not right now. Get yourself cleaned up and go to sleep. Vinyl will be here in the morning and if all goes well. Tomorrow will be a fun night.
***
Vinyl agreed to listen to my music. As I knew she would, she announced that she would no longer be dj'ing to the public world at the award ceremony, and that she would be still making music, but in the comfort of her own home, to be released all over the world. It was met with both good and bad responses, but I could care less about that. She had never been in so precarious a spot for my revenge, and now, I would make sure it was served very, very cold. It took no effort to put her into a deep sleep and tied her up. She would not go down easily, but I had a show made just for her.
