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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6335 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! How was everybody's Thanksgiving? Sorry I've been absent for so long, I was busy with the holidays and I'm sick again! Did anybody happen to catch the mid-season finale of The Walking Dead? TALK ABOUT FREAKING INTENSE AND CRAZY! I came up with an Original Character awhile back, and I'm thinking about adapting it for a Walking Dead fanfiction to help me pass the time until the show returns in February. I have also been seriously contemplating putting Nights in White Satin on FictionPress and Literotica, but using the ORIGINAL names, not the Total Drama names. Any thoughts?
Sorry that I keep changing the names of the chapters, it's when the mood strikes. This chapter was planned to be much longer, but I cut it in half with Chapter Twenty One being the second half.
I did not draw the cover image, I found that on Instagram also, but if any and all artists want to do some fan art, message me! I'd be beyond thrilled! I am proud to announce that the first piece of FanArt has been completed! SySaiyan drew this awesome piece inspired by Chapter Three! From the sounds of it, there will be more to come!
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, OR HEART ATTACK. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, AND ENRIQUE IGLESIAS, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL REFERENCES
Chapter Twenty: Bare and Exposed
Thursday, December 24th, Christmas Eve, Wells Fargo Bank, 4:00 pm
Alejandro strolled into the bank with his briefcase and body guards in tow. He was leaving for Brazil in two hours and he wanted to deposit the diamond money before then.
"Hello, I'd like to deposit this money into my checking account, please." He held up the suitcase and winked at the large girl behind the counter that was wearing an outdated headband and hairstyle. Her name tag read Staci.
"Right away, sir, if you could bring the suitcase around the counter, I'd be more than happy to count and deposit it." Staci smiled at him as he handed Ian the suitcase. Alejandro turned back to Scott.
"Everything cleared with Brady?"
He nodded. "Yes, the only place he went was back to the BMW dealership. I had to practically threaten the clerk to get the address, but we shouldn't be needing it. The only problem we have now is catching that little skank that got to Justin. The last thing we needed was to be a member short." Scott reared his head to spit, but had Alejandro's palm slapped over his mouth.
"Don't you dare. Show some class, amigo. Everything will be fine. There's only one person that could have done it: His orphan girlfriend. We'll take care of her next time we're in town. Be thankful that Justin told us where he was going that night or we'd still be looking for him. It's the least of my worries. All I care about is getting back to my homeland with my money."
He smiled, only for his smile to disappear when he saw Ian walking back with Staci and a medium height Indian man with flipped out brown hair. "Ian, what seems to be the problem?" Ian's face was whiter than his hair.
The Indian spoke up in a rather annoyed tone. "Hello Mr. Barboza, I'm Noah, the bank manager. I don't know if you know, but it's highly illegal to deposit counter fit bills. Maybe that would work in Tijuana, but this is America, sir. That kind of thing doesn't fly here."
Alejandro started laughing at the shorter man. "That's absurd, those are one hundred percent authentic bills." He narrowed his eyes and glared down at Noah. "What game are you trying to pull on me?"
Staci piped in. "He's right, sir. I should know, my great-great cousin twice removed invented the money counter and my aunt's sister's son in law devised counter fit bills, and the money counter never lies!"
It took a moment, but everything came flooding back to Alejandro…
Saturday, December 6th, The Smoking Gun, 11:30pm
Alejandro was checking out the brandy waitress, but he saw Geoff glance down at his phone when he thought he wasn't being watched.
Probably from that surfer stripper he's always going on about.
He waited for Geoff to put his phone away before turning around.
"I don't blame you, I'd want the full monty! Best of luck, to you! Geoff raised his glass, clinking it with Alejandro's.
"What? Are you serious?! NO! WAY! NO FREAKING WAY!" Everybody once again turned around to see a guy in jeans and a sports coat in the middle of the room, shouting on his phone. "25% more than original cost?! I'M A RICH MAN! WOO-HOO!"
25% more of what?
Alejandro looked over. "Wow, he was clearly excited about something. Is he a regular?"
Geoff shook his head. "Nope, never seen him before in my life."
Alejandro smiled. "We should ask him to join us. Hey!" he whistled, Tyler turned around and he waved him over.
Maybe he knows how I can get rid of those stupid black gems.
"I see you have a reason to celebrate this evening. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure!" Tyler replied without hesitating.
"That phone call I got was from the jeweler's assistant, he sold it for 25% over what I originally paid for! This guy is a genius!"
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! 25% OVER ASKING?!
"Nice! Way to go, man! Cheers!" Geoff slapped Tyler on the back and they all clinked their glasses, downing their drinks.
Keep a calm composure, Alejandro. Don't get over-excited. What if this is a scam?
"Wow, that's quite a deal. How did you come into contact with this jeweler? I may have some diamonds for him to sell."
Tyler gave him a dumb look. "I don't know about that. I was referred to him by Chris McLean, he owns the club that my ex-fiancé danced at. He felt so bad since she dumped me in front of everybody at the club that he made sure Brady Benson bumped me up to the top of the list!"
"There's a wait list?"
I'm too good for a waitlist! There has to be another way.
"Yeah, a guy that can make sales like he can is someone that people want to get their hands on. It's a five year wait, by appointment only, but if you know the right person, you're in."
Finally, I can get rid of these diamonds.
"Well, why don't you ask this Chris to set up a meeting? I'm sure he'd be willing to do you another favor."
I hope they don't hear the apprehension in my voice.
"I don't know. He's really selective and Chris also has a crazy busy schedule, he'd only be able to discuss this over the phone. I lucked out because I had already met him thanks to my ex-girl."
I'd love to ring this idiot by his skinny neck and threaten his life unless he gets me a meeting! I can't do that, an opportunity like this never comes around, it can't be a scam. If you're good enough in sales, you can easily sell something for over asking price. It happens in real estate every day.
Alejandro sighed, clearly frustrated. "I suppose that will do. Pass along my number and I'll work out the rest. After all, I am Alejandro Barboza, I've gotten by on persuasions for the most part." He started laughing, Geoff and Tyler reluctantly followed.
Geoff must have alerted that Tyler to walk in, and Tyler knew Chris. Alejandro thought to himself before his mind relapsed to the first phone call with Brady.
Monday, December 15th, The Smoking Gun, 4:00 pm…
"I see, I'm pretty shocked about DeBeers, but I can see why. While black diamonds are rare, they don't sparkle. Nine out of ten customers buy diamonds for the sparkle alone."
Some jeweler this guy is…
Alejandro scoffed. "Who cares about the shine, these are black diamonds. Carbonados, my friend. Do you know what I had to do to get these?"
That story should have scared him enough to give me what I want.
"Since you're correct about black diamonds being the rarest of them all, I'm going to buy them off of you for $100 million, $20 million over your asking price. A buy like this doesn't come around very often, and you'd never be offered this much anyway, revert back to the previous jeweler's price quotes. From there, I will sell them off by the pound, one by one, to all the top jewelers that you met with. They will then turn the diamonds into various forms of jewelry. Necklaces, pendants, rings, earrings, bracelets. For every pound I sell, there will be a three way split. You and I will both receive a forty percent cut, while Chris will receive a twenty percent finder's fee. For every piece of jewelry sold that was made from the diamonds, there will be a four way split. The jewelry distributor will receive thirty five percent. Naturally so, in view of the fact that they made the sale. You and I will both receive twenty five percent, and Chris will receive a fifteen percent finder's fee. What do you think of that, Mr. Barboza?"
Now I'm the one that's hit the jackpot! This man is a genius, but I need this in an iron-clad contract.
"I'll have my lawyer write up a contract. All I ask is for one week to collect the money. I have it, but a customer is making a huge purchase from me and it will be secured."
That's why he needed a week, to get counter fit money! He thought back to the night of the trade off.
Tuesday, December 22nd, 10:10 pm
"It's all here, Alejandro." Ian came back in with the money.
"Perfect! Let's have a drink to celebrate!"
Brady shook his head. "I wish I could, but I have to get going, I have an early meeting in the morning. Let's celebrate when we make our first sale, shall we?"
Alejandro nodded. "Yes, we shall. I'm glad this went over well."
So rare to meet an honest businessman nowadays. Take a page from his book, Bernie Madoff.
"As am I." They both stood up and shook hands
"I'd love to do business with you again. What do you plan on doing with your share of the money?"
Probably make some brilliant investments…
"Likewise. Getting a new car, for starters. BMW can never seem to get the detailing right. I've been renting cars from them for so long, they should just give me one for free."
Stick with me and you'll get everything for free.
They both laughed. "That sounds like a good plan. Here's an idea: The girl you mentioned, earlier, the fox tail? Give her one of these diamonds, I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
A gem like this will get him endless pussy for life.
Brady smiled. "Absolutely. I'll call you when the next meeting is. Take care." He walked out of the room.
"Tchau."
Angry was too little of a word to describe how Alejandro was feeling. Infuriated, enraged, hopping mad, those words were much better selections. He was seething with fury. They swindled me! The four of them! They're dead! That fucker Brady and his whore! They have my diamonds!
"SON OF A BITCH!" Alejandro shouted, whipping out his gun and raising it in the air, firing off four shots. Everybody in the bank started screaming and dropped to the ground.
"Jeez, Alejandro. Calm down. I'm sure it's a mistake!" Scott said, trying to sooth his boss.
He shook his head. "No, it's not, you hick ass bumpkin! Those fuckers scammed me! Forget about Brazil, pull the car around! We're going to Brady's to get my diamonds!" They all ran out of the bank, where a third unidentified man already had the car pulled up to the front…
Geoff's Pad, Northridge, 4:30 pm…
Geoff was getting ready for the meeting when his phone rang. He looked surprised to see it was Alejandro, but answered it anyway. "Alejandro! What's up-"
The hot headed Brazilian cut him off. "Do not give me your party lingo! I know you were behind all this, you simple minded fuck! How dare you steal from Alejandro The Great?! Bring Tyler to The Tainted Kitty by 6:15 tonight or I'll be wearing your eyes as cufflinks!"
Geoff's face had all the color drained out of it as Alejandro hung up. "Fuck!" He shouted, incredibly freaked out. "I gotta call Duncan and warn him! Who knows if Alejandro has his address!" He gulped as he frantically searched his phone for the number…
The Tainted Kitty, 4:35 pm
Chris leaned back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk, talking to the real Brady. "I told you, it's not until six o'clock. Then we'll both be very happy men. You'll get the jewels, I'll get-" Beep! Beep! He groaned. "Hold on a sec, call waiting. Actually, I'll call you back after they've come to a sticky end. Like I was saying, you'll get the jewels and I'll be getting my girl." Chris hung up and switched lines. "Hello?"
"Listen, you pathetic scum of the earth, the lid on your pigeon drop has been blown to shit. Close up the club for the night, I'll be there at six sharp. I already know you didn't do this alone. Cooperate and I'll let you live your miserable life."
Chris knew right away that it was Alejandro. How the hell did he find out about this?! He tried to breathe deep, but it was pointless. He jumped out of his chair and bolted from the office and to the DJ booth. "Hey! What the-" Lightening was pushed to the side as Chris stormed in. "Oh, hell naw! Nobody pushes Lightening down." Chris turned on the microphone.
"Attention, customers!" His voice boomed over the arena. "The club is being immediately shut down for renovation! As the saying goes, "You don't have to go home, but you do have to get the hell out of here and immediately. No refunds will be issued for drinks, follow our Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook pages for information on re-opening. Thank you!" He gulped as he heard the groans of the customers, beads of sweat leaking from his temples. Chris McLean was going to be a dead man in a matter of hours…
Duncan's Apartment, 4:50 pm
"I don't think I've ever felt this relaxed before." Courtney laughed.
Duncan smirked. "That's because you've been having a sex-a-thon with the world's greatest lover." She playfully hit his arm. "What? That's what happens when you tell someone "You're the best sex I've ever had in my life." He said, the last sentence with a girlish tone.
Courtney rolled her eyes up at him. "I should have known it would cause your ego to skyrocket through the roof."
He scoffed. "Even if you told me I was a bad lover, I'd make it my life's mission to prove you wrong."
They walked hand in hand to Courtney's car. Everything was so peaceful, even though their plagued thoughts in the back of their minds were trying to re-emerge to main focus. Duncan's phone had been ringing and beeping incessantly for the past twenty minutes. "Who is that?" Courtney asked as she unlocked her car. Duncan groaned.
"Probably Geoff or Chris asking where I am. It's not for another seventy minutes, they need to untwist their panties." He looked at her. "Sorry I couldn't drive you to work, but it wouldn't look good if we showed up together."
She nodded. "I know, and I understand. It's better this way. When you come in, we'll act like nothing happened. I'll see you later tonight, ok? We'll celebrate and for once, I'll cook for you."
He smiled. "I am loving the sound of that. It's definitely something I could get used to for the rest of my life."
Courtney laughed. "Wow, you really are a hopeless romantic."
The bad boy gave the beauty in front of him a sly look. "You wish." Duncan pulled Courtney in for a hot and loving kiss. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, making him lean back and lift her off the ground a bit. Courtney was a never ending aphrodisiac in Duncan's eyes, and he'd never ever get tired of her. He could already feel himself getting hard. "You don't want everybody on the street to see the massive erection you just gave me, do you?" He asked, setting her down.
She started massaging his denim covered crotch, causing him to further stiffen. "Nope, it's all for me. Be a good boy, and I'll take care of it later."
Duncan wiggled his eyebrows. "God, I fucking love you! You are honestly beyond the girl of my dreams." He couldn't help but beam at her. Courtney always put him in a good mood and lifted his spirits. This is what love is. I'm in love.
Courtney shook her head, smiling. "Ok, Casanova. Keep it in your pants." She got in her car, putting the key in the ignition and started the car.
Duncan knocked on the window and she rolled it down for him to stick his head inside. "Have a good night at work, honey bunny. Don't get swayed by another guy."
They both laughed. "Yeah, right. What other guys? You're the only man in my life now." She smiled warmly at him. He's the only guy I can be bare around. "Heart Attack" by Enrique Iglesias started playing from the radio. Courtney clapped her hands and squealed. "I love this song!" She turned it up and sang along to the words.
Duncan scoffed. "You actually like this crap?" She nodded.
"It's actually pretty good."
He listened for a moment and shrugged. "I suppose. I'll see you later on, I can't wait." Duncan gave her one last kiss good bye and got out from the window. "I love you." Duncan really was the best thing to ever happen to her, she felt like she got punched in the face by one of those smiley face stickers. In other words, she had a permanent grin.
"I love you too, Dunky. Bye!" Courtney drove off, singing to the song.
Duncan watched until she was out of sight and then pulled out his phone. The messages Geoff sent were so vague. "SOS!" "CALL ASAP!" He called him back. "Yo, what the fuck is going on, man? Did you knock somebody up?"
"DUNCAN! WHY HAVEN'T YOU ANSWERED THE PHONE! WE'RE DEAD, WE'RE DEAD!" Geoff was frantically rambling, building up a bit of fear in Duncan.
"Calm down, dude. Tell me everything."
"WE'VE BEEN EXPOSED! ALEJANDRO KNOWS EVERYTHING! IF WE AREN'T AT THE CLUB BY 6:15 TONIGHT, WE'RE DEAD MEN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO DO, DUNCAN?! WE'RE GONNA BE FOOD FOR WORMS!"
Duncan froze. FUCK! We're royally fucked in the ass! The airport plan isn't going down now. I gotta break the news and fast. He took a deep breath. "Don't worry. Just chill the fuck out, fill Tyler in, and get there on time." He hung up and dialed another number as he ran back into his apartment. "Fuck!" Out of all the times to have a call go to voicemail. "Moyer, it's Harrister. I have no idea where the hell you are, but abort the airport! The plan has unraveled, we need to act now before it's too late and we're all headed for the last round up. Call me back instantaneously." Duncan slipped his phone back in his pocket and unlocked his door.
Once he stepped inside, a sharp blow came to his head. Judging by the contact, it had to have been some kind of blunt object. Duncan had obviously been unaware of Scott and Ian hiding in the hallway, making it easy to charge in behind him for a surprise attack. He immediately felt dizzy, but before he could turn around to see who it was, another blow was struck against the back of his head. Duncan fell to the ground as things started to get dark, dark, darker, until all he saw was a black abyss…
OH MY GOD! IS DUNCAN DEAD?! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO CHRIS, GEOFF, AND TYLER?! WILL ALEJANDRO KILL THEM ALL AND TAKE COURTNEY FOR HIMSELF NOW THAT HE KNOWS SHE KILLED JUSTIN? WE FINALLY HAVE A NAME TO THE PERSON ON THE OTHER END OF DUNCAN'S PHONE CALLS! ALL I WILL REVEAL IS THAT IT IS A TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTER, IT'S NOT THE YETI, FANG THE SHARK, OR MR. COCONUT. JOSH AND BRADY HAVE ALREADY BEEN USED. IT'S EITHER DJ, JOSE, KELSEY, JASMINE, OR THE INTERNS. CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: TRAPPED: PART ONE, WILL BE UP SOON!
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