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Breaking The Girl	By : EarthToBella Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Incubus Views: 1413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Brandon Boyd or any of the members of Incubus, I do not profit from these writings and do not own Breaking the girl by Kim Korum.

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Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Brandon Boyd or any of the members of Incubus, I do not profit from these writings. Also these are my characters and although I am using actual names and appearances, it doesn't mean any of the personalities in this fic pertain to the actual person's mentioned. This is fanfiction people... enough said.
So I wanted to try something a little different this time... This idea had been tickling my brain for a while so I decided i'd give it a shot... Enjoy!

" Please, " She moaned. " Please, just a little- "
" No, " He hissed, slapping away her hand from between her legs. " Not yet. "
" Please! " She begged. " Please, let me rub it just a little bit- "
" No, Briana, not until I say! "
Briana felt like she was going to sob at any minute. She knew that she was not to disobey him but the sensation was too much, and she found herself trying to rub her need once more.
The belt he held whipped against her ass hard, making a loud smacking sound. It left a bright red mark that stung in comparison to her fair skin. She moaned.
" Why can't I just touch it !? " She pleaded.
" No. " He said firmly.
There was no getting through to him. It was like that everytime. She was impatient. She always begged. Begged for that instant gratification that he just wouldn't give. They hadn't even really started and already she craved for that release.
" I'll make it so wet for you, baby. Please! "
" Shut your fucking mouth right now Briana, until I tell you to open it again! " He ordered.
She did just that. Briana stopped begging, whining, proposing. She was not going to win with him and she knew it. He made the rules and she had to follow them. He was the proprietor to what she so desperately wanted and it was his way or the highway.
He kneeled in front of her on the bed she straddled nakedly and ran a hand through her dark loose hair. She cursed the black silk scarf that hid her blue eyes and kept her from looking at his beautiful face. He gripped her hair tightly and pressed his moist lips against hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her and encircling her own. She loved his kisses. They were dominant yet sensual and he always tasted delicious, every part of him. Just the thought made her salivate.
He moaned into the kiss causing her to involuntarily ground her hips against the bed, stimulating her slightly. She didn't care, she wanted any kind of contact she could grasp. She knew why he wanted her to hold out. He wanted to teach her. Pleasure could be intensified, multiplied. He would make her come so profoundly she would see stars, taking her to dizzying heights over and over again.
He pulled away. Once again the belt cracked sternly, stopping her movements and she screamed, a loud, painful scream. He wasn't having that either. He had given her an order and that was final. He put the gag in her mouth, silencing her for good.
Briana could not scream or cry or charm him into doing what she wanted. She could not stare at him with glossy, pleading eyes and evoke guilt from him. She was completely powerless and vulnerable. He loved it.
He came up behind her, pressing his hard shaft against her, making her shiver. He kneaded her breast while he breathed hotly in her ear. " You said you wanted to make it wet for me, right? " His warm tounge licked her neck slowly then nipped her ear. " The thing is, " he continued, bringing his hand between her trembling thighs and slipping two fingers into her already soaking warmth, " you're already wet. " he smirked, bringing his two slickened fingers into his mouth. " Mmm, dripping in fact. "
Briana was already coming hard while he glided himself into her from behind. She couldn't help it, he did that to her. Salvation had come and she could almost sing of how grateful she was. He was going to make her warm walls convulse and tremble around him until she lost the will to do so.
He held her in place, one hand gripping her hip and the other entangled in her hair that cocked her head back, as he thrust up into her forcefully. He growled " We're going to do things a little differently tomorrow night, "
Briana listened closely, hanging on to his every word. " Tomorrow, I'm going to tie you up. "

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Briana Dina sat in front of the mirror applying the final touches to her make up. She stood up taking a look at her scantily clad outfit. The tight red tank dress showed off every detail of her full breast and hugged her curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. The smokey eye make up brought out a fierce intensity to her already bright blue orbs while her dark, voluminous hair cascaded past her shoulders. She was quite a beauty and was very much aware of it's advantages, now atleast.
While she studied her reflection, she thought back to simpler times back when she still lived in New York. She lived in Manhattan's upper east side all her life and was the youngest of two sisters, Bethany and Brittany. Her parents were wealthy and part of Manhattan's elite, therefore Briana went to the best private schools money could afford, spent every summer in the Hampton's and had the most lavish debutante ball... but none of it mattered to her. She hated all of it.
Briana always felt like an outsider. It was fair to say she was treated like one too. The comparisons between the girl and her older sisters was constant amongst her parents, especially her mother. The woman's actions implied she had a personal vendetta against her own daughter. Bethany was always smarter or more ambitious. Brittany was always prettier or more refined. Briana was simply the black sheep. Her efforts to gain her mom and dad's approval seemed to fail. Even her own sisters followed suit, alienating the lonely teenager from their own social groups. Events like this would usually bring a young girl to tears of highschool depression but Briana found solace in her solitude. Being shunned allowed her to see the bigger picture and not become like the materialistic boneheads who surrounded her day in and day out.
Briana had found her passion... Escape. She would escape her mother's patronizing smile and her father's negligence, allowing her to create her own path. Otherwise, her whole life would have pretty much been mapped out for her. Not that she had a problem with Princeton, Briana had a problem with the plan. There would be no plans now, no layout for the future. She would live the life of a dreamer... and what a better place for dreamers than Hollywood. Maybe she could become an actress, she had been in drama club... or a dancer, she had done classical ballet most of her life. It didn't really matter, her mind was made up. The young Newyorker would wing it to The City Of Angels and never look back.
Briana could hear her mother's condescending tone ringing in her ear and everyday it sounded more like music. It was the drive that kept her dream a float. She began to save up her allowance, which was a hefty one. When she saved up more than enough money, she waited till after graduation to fufill the escape. Of course that was easier said than done.
Finally the night had come... She feigned sickness that evening, knowing the family would go to the Met for an opera and took her chance. The young lady packed two luggages worth of things she would need and didn't care to leave the rest behind. She left a brief note for her family, managing to both thank them and ridicule them, lastly asking them not to look for her. It wasn't a concern to her that they would try and find her... no, not a family built on pride and pomposity... even in the event that they did, she was already 18 at the time, they couldn't legally force her back. The possibility was doubtful, mostly because of the simplicity her dissapearance would take to cover up. Briana was certain she was half way at a boarding school in Europe, studying abroad if her parents had anything to say about it. She bought a one way ticket to Los Angeles and when she got there, a motel became her residence for nearly two weeks, the best two weeks of her life.
Briana was immediately on a job hunt and on the search for a roommate. She welcomed the idea of earning a living for once, getting her hands dirty and what not. In a spurt of sheer luck, whilst on one of her job hikes, she ran into a modeling scout who told her to come in for a meeting. The woman seemed legitimate enough, so she went in and after a few poloroids, curious glances, and awkward silences, they signed her on the spot. Briana never considered herself to be a worthy model. She was 5'7 and a half maybe, with big boobs, a decent C cup she would say, and a perky behind... yet she was lean and booked quite a few editorial jobs. It paid alright and she had moved into the models apartment which she shared with four other girls who weren't too nice, except for one...
Kimberly was fun and out going, a little unhinged but the girl was a riot. Kimberly and Briana became fast friends.She wasn't like the other models, she was actually cool and about the same age. She came from a small town in florida, some hick town she would say, and refused to stay there for the rest of her life. Could you say 'kindred spirits'? The other models thought Briana was insane or stupid for what she had done, giving up a life of privilege, but Kimberly understood even though they had two completely different upbringings.
Briana continued to model for a little more than a year, doing editorials and some runway shows, while trying to audition for some acting roles, find a good manager, but the modeling got old. They wanted her to lose more weight and dye her hair different colors. She happy as brunette, not mention she was by no means over weight and wouldn't let some slimy agent tell her she was. She didn't want to drastically change who she was, essentially for something she wasn't even passionate about. L.A. was a tough break...
Getting a fast chance in hollywood was harder than she imagined. The industry was a kick in the nads and trusting people was difficult. Briana moved out of the model's apartment and got a job at a thrift store by the studio she rented. Kimberly tagged along, she decided she was sick of the modeling as well and Briana appreciated the company. It was a small place but it was there own and that made more a happy home.
Times were hard and both girls worked all the time. They shared a car which was Kimberly's, gas was off the charts expensive, and they could barely make their rent every month. West Hollywood was an uneconomical place to live in and they were more then stressed. Especially when Kimberly got fired from her nine to five receptionist job which paid way better than Briana's. A dark cloud was threatening to spill unrelenting rain over the twosome but they attempted to take it in stride.
The girls decided to take a load off one night and hit some bars; a way of coming to terms with the fact that they might be homeless soon and if that was the case, why not blow the rest of their savings on a reckless night of drinking. They were twenty at the time and had decent fake I.D's. The night went as planned, they passed through almost every bar in L.A. and got fairly inebriated along the way.
In their night of reckless abandonment, Briana and Kimberly came across a strip club called the Play Pen. Kimberly was more than ecstatic to prance right in but Briana was a tad reluctant. She had never used the words strip club in a sentence much less ever even fathomed going into one. She was horrified at the idea but Kimberly had a way of always convincing Briana to do things she wouldn't normally do.
They walked in and sat at a table close by the stage, watching the two women that were up there dance and do pole tricks. The two young ladies sat there in amazement and chuckled drunkenly among themselves at the show. One of the strippers pointed at the duo, curling her finger and inviting them on stage. The other club goer's took notice and began cheering them on. Kimberly, never one to back down, bolted towards the stage, pulling Briana up with her.
Kimberly began dancing provacatively with the stripper, slowly shedding her clothes. Briana stood there stiff and mortified. She could not believe her bestfriend was actually stripping. Kimberly danced in front of the bashful brunette mimicking the other dancer's seductive dance. She saw the expression on Briana's face and laughed, " Come on, Bree! Let's live! "
At that moment Briana realized a few things. She wasn't the same person she was when she lived in New York. She wasn't a stuck up trust fund baby debutante princess anymore. She never was. She busted her ass working a full time job, paying a half of a rent she could not afford in a studio that was the size of her closet in Manhanttan. Who was she to look down upon anybody who was trying to make ends meet?
She began to strip off her clothes as though peeling away her pride and past and actually started to have some fun. Kimberly and Briana danced together in only their panties and laughed at themselves. What a night it had turned out to be... The stripper, who's name turned out to be Trixie, tried to show them some pole tricks and after fifteen minutes of being up there, the two bestfriends were $245 bucks richer.
They sat back down at their table but this time with some company. They drank and laughed with some of the dancers, telling them about there current financial status. The dancers offered up some advice telling them how much money they could make doing exactly what they did just then. They told them they'd have more than enough to pay rent and to play.
Kimberly looked over at Briana waiting for some kind of answer. Briana would have never in a million years entertained the idea but they were about to become beggers and they were desperate. She cocked an eyebrow and nodded with a cheeky smirk. It seemed like a good idea, at the time...
The buxom beauty pursed her red lips and winked at herself in the mirror. She felt sexy, excited at the idea of men, sometimes women, drooling over her. She was one of the best looking girls in the club and always left with a good amount of cash. Kimberly and her had been working there for six months already and things were going great. Bills were being paid and home was safe.
" Yo, Dina! " One of the bouncer's called out into the dressing room. " It's time for you to go on! "
" Be right out ! " She took one last glance in the mirror before walking out of the room onto the stage.
Briana was quickly becoming the saucy minx she never thought she'd be. Her escape didn't turn out exactly how she envisioned it but in truth, her plan was to have no plan. The future still lay ahead and there is no telling what or perhaps even who might come along and shake the very foundation of who you assumed you were.
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