The Devil knows my Name

“I want that idiot dead!” screamed Marilyn in the dressing room. He was furiously stomping around and holding his injured left arm. Just as the concert had ended, a huge searchlight had crashed down.

“Mr. Manson, I’m sure it was only a technical problem and…” tried one of the stage assistants to explain that this accident wasn’t an assassination attempt.

“It was aimed at me!” yelled Marilyn, “And it almost succeeded!”

Jackie came in with a first aid kit and went to Marilyn who finally slumped into a chair so she could take care of his hand. Sharp shards of the glass had cut some wounds but nothing serious. She started to clean off the blood while Marilyn was still arguing.

“Ouch,” hissed Marilyn and looked at Jackie who apologized. “No, honey, don’t be sorry. That son of a bitch should be sorry,” he said kindly. Jackie smiled and tried to be so careful but still she hurt him and that hurt her.

“Like I was saying,” he went on with his demands. Jackie had finished cleaning the wounds and looked for some antiseptic ointment to put on. When she was already wrapping the gauze, she suddenly noticed that the dressing room was empty. Only her and Marilyn were there and he was looking at her nimble hands tending his arm. Jackie fastened the gauze with a clip and pulled away from him when Marilyn seized her hand.

“Jackie, has anyone threatened you?” he asked and looked at her. She was still wearing the very Manson-like stage clothes and make-up that made her look like a morbid fairy. She had played the keyboard that concert.

“Why do you ask?” she inquired and hid her nervousness and fear. Marilyn stood up and towered over her. Jackie felt so small next to him and preferred to look anywhere else but at him.

“Your hands are shaking,” he said and put his arms to her shoulders, kneading them gently.

“I, uh…”

“Are you afraid for your precious Ginger?” he asked and hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face a little. Her beautiful hazel eyes were wide of fright. Ginger was still recovering and Chris had taken over the drums for few concerts. He was safe, for now.

“I’m afraid for you all,” she answered honestly. Marilyn looked at her closely and then nodded.

“I know you are,” he said and pulled her into a hug, resting his chin on top of her head and smelling the spicy cinnamon and honey in her hair. Jackie was a bit taken aback from such tenderness, which went against the nature of the Antichrist Superstar. But this was the real man behind the mask no one ever knew.
***
Another hotel, another night alone. Jackie felt the empty side of the bed with her hand and sighed. She missed Ginger. She should have been with him and not touring around. Marilyn was ready to put up a drum machine so Jackie could leave the keyboard and go to Ginger who needed her the most. After Pogo and Tim had left, the band had never really functioned properly again.

Placebo was playing quietly on the background, lulling her to sleep when already familiar guitar solo tuned it out. Jackie listened as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming it and got out of bed. The lively strumming came from the same hotel floor and it sounded like the guitar was played in the opposite suite across the corridor.

It was John. She knew it because no one else would have dared to intrude her privacy. Listening to the vigorous guitar strumming, Jackie got anxious. She was torn in between of going to John and staying in her hotel suite. The music beckoned her to go but her mind said no. Her heart asked from her – would one peek hurt? So she unlocked the door and stepped out. The door opposite to her was ajar and she could hear the music coming from there. Jackie pushed the door open and saw John sitting on a couch and looking up. He stopped playing when he saw the angel in a long white nightie. She was a vision from Heaven and she came closer to him.

“Why do you follow me?” she asked, standing in front of him. John was still looking at her and her sheer nightgown that left her body visible for his eyes.

“Why do you haunt me?” he asked and set his Fender aside. He only wore a pair of shredded jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt that exposed his Japanese styled tattoos. Jackie’s eyes lingered on them for few seconds before she returned her gaze back to his eyes. Him being there made her feel… She didn’t know what it was called but she felt all hot over her body like she was burning up.

“I have to end this,” she murmured and wanted to leave but John put his hands on her waist and stopped her.

“Don’t,” he said and pulled her closer until he could rest his face against her belly.

“This is wrong,” whispered Jackie and felt guilty. John was wrapping his arms around her and leaned back on the couch and pulled her along. Jackie lost her balance when her knees hit the edge and she quickly reacted to that by straddling his lap. John was hiding his smirk when Jackie was wriggling her round ass in his lap to find a comfortable position so she wasn’t touching his crotch.

“But it feels so right,” said John who was face to face with her. Jackie was feeling absolutely embarrassing in this situation and wanted to leave but his hands were keeping her there, dragging her closer to his bulging crotch.

“John, please, this can’t happen,” she begged but John was hushing her.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” he asked and rubbed himself against her hot sex, “You make me so horny.” He wanted her so much that it hurt.

“John, you have to stop. I’m not what you want,” she whispered. He made her all crazy and she was starting to loose her mind when John started to caress her ass with one hand and the other moved up to cup her breast. Her nipple peaked right away under his palm and it was so sensitive all of the sudden.

“You are what I want,” he purred and pulled down one strap of her white nightie, freeing her prink breast. Jackie let out a startled moan when John latched onto her hard nipple and started to suck. The incredible sensation sent jolts of fire right to her pulsing cunt that was growing wet with every second. The hardness between her thighs became too tormenting.

John pulled down the other strap too and gave the same amount of attention to her other breast. Her soft sighs and moans only made him harder and more jealous over Ginger. The feel of her writhing in his lap and the sensation of her fingernails scraping through his bleached hair only made him want her more. She was a young thing, only in her late twenties and the fire still burned fiercely inside her.

He wanted her; yes he was ready to do whatever to get her. Slowly he kissed his way up her delicate neck to her lips he remembered from few nights ago. She kissed him back with passion and John answered with more demand. He was working up her excitement and he was succeeding in that when Jackie pulled off his shirt.

“Beautiful,” whispered Jackie in awe when she looked at his tattoos in all their glory on his pale skin.

“No, you are beautiful,” he purred and hooked his hands under her ass, lifting her when he turned them over and pinned her under him. The couch was royally wide enough for them to lie down.

John kissed her again to distract her when he was peeling off her long nightie, leaving her only in her white lace knickers. Letting her lips go, he looked down on her body and smiled. She was perfect in every way he could have imagined. Gently he took her hand and placed it on his belt buckle to give her a choice to go on or stop. He didn’t want her to stop, he wanted her right now and forever.

Jackie looked up and saw the vulnerability in his brown eyes when she touched his hard stomach muscles underneath the belt. The moment started to clear off her mind and she wasn’t so sure in her actions anymore. John saw her hesitation and leaned down to kiss her sweetly.

“It’s alright,” he murmured and looked into her big hazel eyes. She was so grateful for him. She wasn’t ready to sleep with him and cheat on Ginger. John slid beside her and molded her feverish body next to his, hugging her close to him. Jackie relished the feel of his body and closed her eyes. John’s hand stroked her back and finally slithered his hand to her ass and rested it there for the night.
***
Twiggy was accompanying Jackie when she went to the hospital to get Ginger who was released that day. Jackie was signing some papers before she could see him and when she did, she was so happy. Jackie ran to between his waiting arms and hugged him. Ginger was saying how he loved her over and over again. He was so glad to get out of there. Twiggy drove them to the villa Jackie was renting for few months.

“Take good care of him,” said Twiggy and said his goodbyes to her and Ginger.

Jackie put Ginger to rest and went to sit down in the living room where the black grand piano stood. She took a seat behind it and opened the lid. The black and white keys beckoned her to play some tune on them. Afraid she’d wake up Ginger, she gently pressed the keys when she played quietly something she remembered.

“Why so sad?” asked Ginger from behind her back and frightened her.

“Gin!” she yelped and turned around. Ginger sat next to her onto the bench and pulled the sheet around him like a toga. His left hand was still in bandages but he used both his hands to play the piano. Jackie looked at him playing and joined in to play the higher notes.

“I’ve missed you so much,” said Ginger while playing the piano to see if his fingers were still flexible as ever.

“Me too,” replied Jackie and touched his right arm. Ginger stopped playing and looked at her. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. With one hand he cupped her face and leaned in. His kiss was tender as it always had been. He showed up such caring when he kissed her like he was a bit scared to break her.

Jackie felt goosebumps rise on her skin and scooted closer to have a full body contact. Ginger smiled against her lips.

“Have I said how much I love you?” he asked and kissed her neck.

“Yes, a thousand times,” purred Jackie, “Are you up for a little action?” she asked and slithered her hand down his bare chest and hooked her finger between the waistband of his black silk boxers. Ginger grinned.

“For you, always,” he said happily and stood up. He led Jackie back to the bedroom and started to undress her. Within seconds he got her naked and the grin grew wider. The dark haired angel tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Make me feel good,” she purred and kissed him. Ginger threw aside his sheet and lay her down on the king sized bed.

“Oh, intend to,” he said with a proud smirk and settled in between her legs that instantly wrapped themselves around his hips. She was already wet and the feel of his heavy hardness against her cunt made her even wetter. With a happy groan Ginger slide home with one thrust. Jackie moaned in pleasure when he started to rock gently, caressing her deeply with every inch. He made her feel so good, safe and loved that she wanted to cry from happiness. Slowly he speeded up, kissing and caressing her, always saying how much he loved her like a mantra. Jackie was softly moaning his name when she came in a heartbreaking bliss. Ginger followed her, sending his seed deep inside her womb. He lay down next to her and cuddled her close to him, saying he loved her.

Jackie curled around him and pulled a cover over them. She was happy and satisfied. Ginger was with her, he absolutely worshipped her and his love was endless.