AN: M RATED! Ps. When I say 'I' in third person, It's narrator.
With Joe & Desi:
He picked her up and carried her to his room, his breath smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. He lay her on the bed, after handcuffing her wrist to his, and put his hand up her dress. He smiled when he felt the edge of her bra. The little pervert. She heard a snap and looked down. All of her clothes were off, and he was standing there in his boxers. Damn, that boy is fast. He grabbed her waist and kissed her neck, She could hear him sing a song onto she neck, but she couldn't decipher it. She tried to push him away, but she was too weak. He chuckled, "Not as strong as me." he then breathed huskily into her ear, "Let's go all the way tonight." Her eyes widened. "N-no…" she whimpered. He rolled her over so she was under him. "Too late." Desi's eyes filled with tears, "P-please don't…" He smirked and took off his boxers. Her tears fell. He smirked more and slammed, and I mean slammed, into her. She sobbed, screaming, "This is not how I wanted my cherry popped!" over and over again. He kept going harder and faster each time, no matter how loud her sobs or how much pain he was causing her. After about 10 minutes, he pulled out and licked her slowly. She fidgeted and tried to run, forgetting he had her handcuffed. He licked faster and she cried. "Please stop…" she begged. He didn't listen. Once he was done, he made her dress herself and then sent her back to the room. Shaking and crying, she couldn't speak. "What's wrong?" Lindsay and Cherie both said. She hesitated, "He…"
AN: We know. Blahahahaha.