Rayanne passed Jordan his beer and sat back in the armchair supping her coffee.
Jordan necked the beer, hopefully he could get her out of the house as soon as possible.
"So Graff, What have you been up to?" He asked, trying to sound interested.
"Oh you know, this and that" She replied. Watching Jordan sink his entire beer at once made her break out in a sly smile.
"I've actually been doing modelling for a while now. Nothing major, but it's enough to get me by" She lied.
Jordan looked doubtful at what he was hearing "Sure, that's um..great" he forced a smile trying to sound as if he were convinced about what she was telling him.
They talked for a good half hour, about school, old friends and of course Jordan's band.
"So yea, we like made it Graff" Jordan stated proudly. He rubbed his eyes, tiredness was overcoming him and he couldn't understand why. The shower he took was meant to refresh him not tire him out.
"That's real good Jordan, I always thought you had a great voice" She purred.
Jordan closed his eyes and had difficulty opening them again.
"I'm kinda tired Graff, I got a big day tomorrow and I'm beat..you'd best get going.."
He went to stand up but felt dizzy and slumped back into the sofa. The sedative Rayanne had slipped into his drink had finally kicked in.
Jordan was in some sort of coma lying on the sofa in just a towel.
"Perfect" snarled Rayanne.
She stood up and grabbed her cellphone from her purse. She set it on camera and started filming..
Rayanne slipped out of her clothes and removed Jordan's towel. He was flaccid but that didn't matter. What mattered was how this thing would look on film.
She positioned the camera so it would be directly filming her and Jordan. She then straddled him and started rubbing herself on him.
To the camera's eye it looked as though they were fucking. It's the exact result Rayanne had hoped for.
After faking an orgasm, Rayanne climbed off a sleeping Jordan and switched the record button off of her phone.
Putting her clothes back on, she viewed what the camera had filmed and smiled.
With a satisfied grin, she crept over to where Jordan lay and kissed his forehead.
"Thanks Catalano" She laughed as she headed for the door. No-one heard or saw her leave. It was as if she was never there, the only evidence was on Rayanne's phone. She had her meal ticket she thought to herself.
Oh yes they would pay, no-one fucked with her and got away with it.
Jordan woke up to the sound of the 6am news on TV. His neck was killing him and his body ached. He looked down to see just a towel covering his nudity.
"Fuck my head hurts" he said aloud.
He got up and went to his bedroom. He could hear Shane puking in the bathroom. After Jordan dressed he went into the kitchen and made him and Shane waffles.
"YO Shane, breakfast is up man..Come and eat you'll feel better"
Shane emerged from the bathroom pasty faced.
"I'm NEVER drinking again" he exclaimed, with seriousness.
"whatever man, you say that everytime you get drunk" Jordan laughed.
As they ate Jordan explained to Shane about Graff. Shane was gob-smacked.
"Man... Graff?!! I knew I was wasted but fuck...ewwww...I'm gonna hurl again"
Jordan laughed at his friends stricken reaction. "Dude you're safe , you passed out. She was ok man. she stayed for a coffee and left. It was no big deal man. She's like changed"
Shane shook his head and said "Snakes like Graff NEVER change man..Never"
Jordan shrugged and bit into his waffle. "Whatever man, she's gone and I doubt she'll be back. We're gonna have to head for the MTV studio soon, I have to pick up Angela."
Shane nodded in agreement, he felt like shit but had to be alert for this interview. They were playing live and he couldn't let their fans down.
"No worries, let me shower and we'll get going" Shane drank his coffee and headed for the bathroom.
"Hey Shane" Shouted Jordan.
"What's up man?"
Jordan looked doubtful about what he was going to say, but went ahead with it anyway.
"Don't like ..Tell Angela about Graff ok? I mean, she was only here for a few minutes and well, I don't want Angela getting hurt. The last person she ever wants to hear about is Graff, so I'd like...Rather keep it that way y'know?"
Shane thought for a while. He couldn't see the big deal about Angela knowing Graff visited, but he nodded his head and agreed anyway.
"Man , she's you're girlfriend. It's cool. Nothing happened but if you want me to keep my mouth shut I will"
"Thanks man" replied Jordan biting his thumb.