I feel them up, I can't give it up...

By: Jayden Sweet

PART 1

~ Jayden's Note~ "I wrote this story in somewhat fiction and somewhat nonfiction. This is a story about  'Trash'."


Young girls reached out to them. Some were boosted on others shoulders, but it didn't matter. They all wanted to touch him and scream to them how much they wanted to feel their flesh against theirs. Jonathan was tempted. Aroused by the way they sounded and by the way their breasts went up and down in such a compassion. After their final song, which was "Clown", KoRn walked off quickly and they went in their dressing room, which was now filled with barely dressed women. Reggie nudged Jonathan lightly and said, "Wow. Look at that, man. Those women are all for us!"  "Reg, you are a married man!" exclaimed Jonathan. "That doesn't mean I can't TALK to them!" said Reggie, laughing. With that, he walked away leaving Jonathan alone. Brian thrusted a beer bottle in his hand and said, "You have a reason to celebrate."

God only knew how many beers Jonathan consumed. He was drunk quickly. "Hey Jonathan, do you have a minute?" giggled one of the barely dressed women. "As a matter of fact, I do." he chuckled, standing up. His feet fumbled, almost tripping him, but the woman caught him before he fell. "Easy, now Jonathan. The fun barely begun." said the woman slyly. Jonathan smiled at her. Glaze was over his eyes. He looked around quickly. David was sleeping. Softly snoring. He appeared cold. David stirred a bit, but never awoke. Other than him, the room was empty. The fans left along with three of the five members of KoRn. "what's the matta? Are you getting nervous, or somethin' ?" asked the woman. Jonathan smiled again, wrapped his arm around her neck and said, "Nothing's wrong. Let's go."

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It was the next day, and Jonathan woke up with his arm thrown over the side of the bed. He felt someone's hair brush against his naked back and smiled. "Good morning." he groaned. "Hmmmm? Oh. Good morning, Jonathan." the woman said. Jonathan's eyes widened. The voice didn't belong to Renee. He was sober and realized what he had just done. "What? Fuck! Get the hell offa me!" he exclaimed, getting off the bed. Jonathan jumped up and grabbed his black boxers. "Oh really? That's not what you said last night." said the woman curling up. "Last night was a mistake! Fuck! I'm gonna get my ass kicked!" muttered Jonathan, pulling on his red shirt. The woman scoffed. "By who? Your bandmates? Hell, they almost ENCOURAGED it."  "Take your shit and leave." ordered Jonathan, zipping up his pants. "Huh?" asked the woman. Clearly she was still somewhat drunk. "I said, take your shit and LEAVE!" In tears, the woman got off the bed and began putting on her clothes.

In the tour bus, the friends were whispering to each other. Jonathan walked in shamefully and slowly. James raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Jonathan, do you got any news to tell us?"


To be continued.............