One-shots that I have written about various J-Rockers, that I decided to put together in one place. This is Volume II as Volume I was submitted to the Watty Awards 2021 and had to be marked 'Complete' before submission. So here is it's continuation...
A.N: Here's another one for all you little darlings. Which I hope you will enjoy. There are themes of a sexual nature as usual, but no actual scene in this one. Also. C.W: Talk of female on male domestic abuse and mental anguish. Also borderline almost male on female sexual assault.
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My name is Karliene Masters and I am thirty-four years old. I am a professional dancer and choreographer, but for a time I was a professional hair stylist and make-up artist. I am also a mother to a beautiful two year old girl named Kali. In fact, my makeup artistry is what led me to having my daughter. I broke the cardinal rule, that all stylists worth their salt lived by. Never, ever sleep with the client. I had lived by that my entire career and never once did I waver, though not through lack of trying on clients parts. I never gave in. That is, until him. My kryptonite. Also known as Ruki, the man my daughter calls father.
He is one hell of a man, with a voice that makes men and women alike swoon on the spot. A man so comfortable with seduction, he makes it look no harder than picking up a pen or a key. And the worst part? He doesn't even need to try. It just comes naturally to him. He once jokingly boasted that he had yet to lose a woman that he really wanted. This had been in reply to me telling him that he would never sway me. Ha! I was so confident that day. Little did I know that just three, short months later he would prove himself right. Because three months after that playful conversation? I had found myself in his bed, with him on top of me. Invading my body with his own and I had loved every single moment that we spent together that night, which became a weekend.
But two months later? After I had left Japan and his band's employ, I was throwing up circles around myself. As well as going off some of my most favourite foods and I was so exhausted that I could hardly move. After these symptoms started showing themselves? It wasn't hard to figure out why and what was causing them. I remember being so damned angry with myself for days. So much so that I couldn't even bring myself to tell Ruki. We had nothing but a fling. An intense, weekend long sexathon but that was it. Once Monday rolled around, it was all over. We parted ways amicably and with one final, languid kiss. That was it. Nothing special. Nothing more. Just two, lonely people looking for some company and finding it with each other. But eventually, once I had wrapped my head around the fact that I was pregnant, I had called him and told him.
Afterwards, he didn't talk to me for a few days and I understood. So I gave him his space to come to terms with what we had done and how stupid we had been. Once a week had passed, I was starting to get worried but then he called me. We had then agreed that we would keep the baby and just try to co-parent as best as we could, to bring our child up together properly. Neither one of us suggested getting together because of it. What was the point? We barely knew each other.
Besides, we were grown and knew the risks. But still, we'd had sex and not been careful enough. So we had to bear the consequences. That didn't require us to be in a relationship. It just required us to be in a friendship and a partnership of a different sort. And for the last two years, we have done wonderfully. We are the best of friends now and we see each other as frequently as possible. Speaking off seeing each other, I heard the gasps of the other three ladies around me. Before I could turn and confirm my suspicions, Kali let out a happy squeal and took off running through the salon.
