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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- 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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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers. Here's Chapter 3 as promised! I know "Money Can't Buy It" was featured in the Demi Moore movie Striptease, but I loved that song and "Little Bird" so much that I decided to use the former, it was the best fit for this scene. Please spread the word about this story and no flames! Thank you :)
WARNING: SEXUAL INNUENDOS AND SOME VIOLENCE
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, OR MONEY CAN'T BUY IT. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, ANNIE LENNOX, AND STRIPTEASE, 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!
Chapter Three: Ice Chickie
Duncan was in a complete trance, for he had just laid eyes on a pure angel, a goddess in white.
"Which one? There are many phenomenal creatures in my club, kid." Chris boasted once again. The guy liked to brag, no denying that. Duncan ignored his comments and nodded his head,
"The one wearing the white negligee." They both looked over at the girl talking to two guys at one of the tables. She was a vision in that white negligee. Chris smirked when he saw the love struck look on Duncan's face.
"Whoa, boy. That look is a dead give away."
"What look?" Duncan questioned, still gazing at the girl.
"Never mind. All I have to say is, that little girl you can't take your eyes off of standing over there, is a beautiful disaster. However, since you showed that you obviously have some moxie and will be a valuable asset, she'll dance for you free of charge." Chris then whistled. "Hey!" He shouted, the girl looked over. "Chickie Baby!" He waved his hand over and turned back to Duncan. "You be sure to get Geoff and Tyler here on Thursday, no bullshit."
"Will do. What's the overall?" He could care less what Chris was saying, he was too entranced with the girl the closer she got.
"Couldn't tell ya yet." Chris cut it short when the girl walked up, standing in between them. "Hot Ice, that's what you are, baby." The girl rolled her eyes.
"What do you want, Chris?" She replied in a rude and sarcastic tone. Now that she was standing next to them, Duncan was able to fully check her out. She had curves in all the right places, with huge breasts, slender hips, and legs that went all the way up to her perfectly rounded ass. Her skin was a glowing sable color, she had plump lips and a dazzling smile from what he could see past her grimace, charcoal colored eyes, light brown hair accentuated with blonde highlights that went to the middle of her back, and seven freckles splashed across her nose that he thought were absolutely adorable. Her looks and body reminded him a bit of Sofia Vergara.
She was one caramel macchiato he'd definitely like to take in. The sight of her headlights poking against the lace fabric of her negligee and the thought of what her breasts and the rest of her body looked like completely devoid of any clothing began to arouse him.
"Don't address me in that tone, young lady! So help me God, I'll put you over my knee and spank that pretty little butt of your's until I get respect!" Chris grabbed a chunk of her butt, which broke Duncan from oggling and clearly pissed the girl off.
"STOP IT!" she yelled, angrily slapping his hand away. Chris threw his hands up in the air, trying to tone it down.
"Ok, I just wanted to touch base." She could tell he was lying through his veneers.
"Yeah, right. B Bonds touches more base than you do. What do you really want?" She inquired, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm scoring more home runs in the sack than he is!" Chris grunted, followed by a pelvic thrust, before he started cackling again.
"Moronic Prick." The girl mumbled under her breath, but Duncan caught it. It was kind of funny seeing Chris make an ass out of himself. He finally stopped his stupid dance and got serious.
"Ok, you got me! I was just yanking your snatch. Duncan Harrister, this is my little "Ice Chickie", also known as Courtney." Chris slinked an arm around Courtney, which caused her to immediately tense up. She hated it whenever he touched her.
"Hardly…" she said, looking off to the side, and desperately trying to wriggle out of Chris's hold.
"Hardly what? Ice Chickie?" Duncan asked, which she seemed to find slightly droll.
"No, I'm all Ice Chickie, sweetheart. I'm hardly little. In age, mentality, or cup size." The cup size comment was incredibly evident with those massive tits, and she seemed to be pretty sharp, he couldn't figure out how old she was, but she looked like she was only a few years younger than him, or even younger, at least 19?
"How old are you?" He thought he'd take a shot and asked, even though he knew it was kind of rude, and this surprised her.
"Didn't your mama teach you anything? NEVER ask a WOMAN her age. That's one way to stay abstinent." Duncan scoffed at her comment, though he was embarrassed.
"Woo-hoo! Looks like someone is in the doghouse now!" Chris snickered before continuing. "That's the problem though, sweetheart. You're not a woman, you're only a little girl." Courtney hated being called a little girl, especially after all the hardships she had overcome in her life.
"That's what you may think. I am more than a woman." she retaliated, only for Chris to simply brush her off and turned back to Duncan.
"Anyways, she is my best dancer, and you're going to experience that first hand, tonight, right now. Chickie, take Mr. Harrister to your "room."
Courtney mockingly bowed before sarcastically replying "Yes, O Holy DICK . Come on, Woody." She nodded her head and lead the way, sauntering off, which gave Duncan a terrific view of her luscious butt as he followed her.
Chris smiled broadly "Ooh, I love the way you speak, girly, because my dick is holy! Have one amazing trip, man! It'll be like going to the moon!"
Duncan turned around briefly "Thank you!" before continuing to follow Courtney.
Courtney lead Duncan into one of the back rooms, pushing back the multi-colored feathered beaded curtains, as Duncan looked around. The room was covered in some silver mesh material that shimmered, with an acrylic throne like chair and a suede blue circular loveseat, both opposite an all white platform with a pole. An acrylic nightstand table stood behind the platform with an Bose stereo.
"Sit down." Courtney commanded, pointing to the chair and not even bothering to take a second glance until he did as told. She then turned around and stood over him. Courtney actually thought he was incredibly handsome, with his teal bedroom eyes, jet black hair, chiseled face, and ripped body. His clothes clung perfectly to his well-toned muscles, which had Courtney turned on a bit, but she had to keep her cool. She couldn't go hooking up with a client, even though she could tell that the feeling was mutual, he had been practically drooling for the past five minutes. He looked up at her, earnest yet curious.
"Let's get one thing straight, Woody. I am not your master. I'm not your mistress, sweetie or little bitch. This isn't the kind of joint where the dancers are total dominatrix's as well. Any business that you have going on with Chris is between you and unknown to me. As far as what I am, I'm nothing more then a dancer that's about to entertain you. After this night, we'll probably never encounter each other again for the rest of our lives. Got it?" Courtney retorted coldly.
Wow, this chick is no joke. Duncan thought to himself. "Yes, Ma'm." he replied with a gulp. Was he nervous? Courtney thought. A small cunning smile tickled her mouth.
"Good boy. Ma'm, huh?" She turned around the pole to get to the stereo, sorting through the songs on her iPod. "Wow. Not as rude as I thought you were." Duncan was once again enjoying the view of her lovely backside.
"Not rude at all." he mumbled. This guy wasn't oblivious at all, Courtney could feel his eyes burning holes into her ass.
"Whatever, Woody." she continued the search for a good song.
"It's Duncan. The name's Duncan, not Woody." Duncan curtly replied.
"I know, but to me, you're all Woody. All of you are a bunch of losers, loadies, and drunks dying to get off on me."
Courtney started the iPod, the opening instrumentals of "Money Can't Buy It." by Annie Lennox began to play. "Now," she coolly said, slowly swinging around the pole again. She got on her knees and put her hands on Duncan's ankles. Her touch made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Imagine what would happen if she touched me in other places. He couldn't help but ponder. "just relax," She began to slide her hands up his body slowly arching hers up in the process. "and enjoy the ride," putting her hands near his pelvis. "Mr. Harrister."
Courtney looked Duncan straight in the eye, holding his gaze. She couldn't tell if he was nervous or in awe. Whatever it was, she was going to play it to her advantage. With a wink, she snaked back to her pole, the first lyric of the song played. Duncan watched her in total fascination at her elastically exciting moves on the pole. He was utterly captivated by her beauty, but now by the way she moved her body so sensually. Courtney slid down the pole and crawled back over to him. She spun around slowly and dropped to the floor, holding on to his knees from behind as she did the splits, then rose back up, looking over her shoulder at him. All of this had him extremely aroused, as well as a tad edgy, something that was a newfound rarity within him. It had to have been the coke kicking in. Courtney spread his legs out as she straddled his waist, holding on to the arms of the chair, and began to snake her body in a wave like motion against him. She gently graced his cheek with hers, which sent chills up his spine.
"Oh, my god." Duncan breathed heavily, ready to explode. For such a direct girl, he was rather surprised she hadn't noticed his hard on, or she had and chose not to comment.
"What is it?" she asked nonchalantly, continuing to dance.
"Nothing, you're just so beautiful."
Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Courtney thought to herself. "Mmhmm, thanks. That's what you all say, Woody." She stopped the wave motion and stood up, her body facing him, leaning in and grabbing onto the two top ball posts of the chair, resuming the dance.
Duncan's natural cockiness, along with the effects of the coke, had really kicked in on him. "No, I mean it. You're fucking stunning, and the way you move… so full of lustful passion yet seductive grace. It's like watching the silhouette of a sexy ballerina dancing in the moonlight." He looked up smugly.
Courtney thought this was funny, she threw her head back and laughed. "Ha! Wow, I've got myself a poet. Isn't this my lucky night or what?" She slide down from the chair posts and turned around, sitting on the bare chair space, inches from the parallel of his crotch, and started grinding on him, making his cock stiffen even further.
"I'm not a poet, I'm simply moved, that's all."
Did this guy think he was some kind of charmer?
"Moved by what? Haven't you ever had a lap dance before?" Courtney wasn't a big fan of conversing while she performed for the patrons. Her plan of action was simple: get in, turn them on, get the money and get out while they proceeded to finish themselves off in one of the bathrooms. Duncan's blabbering was breaking her concentration.
"Yes, I have. But by no means where they ever in the same league as the one I'm getting from you. You're a tease, baby." This was far from his first lap dance. He remembered when he, Trent, Geoff, and Tyler used to go Star Garden and Bare Elegance (albeit, BEFORE Trent became a traitorous bastard). He couldn't remember ever having such a strong reaction over a girl, not even Gwen. Apart from being physically striking, her sassiness had him intrigued.
"Whatever. What's there to tease?"
Duncan locked eyes with her "Me."
Courtney grabbed the back of his neck, leaning into him. "What makes you different from all the rest?" She kept grinding, this seemed endless.
"Maybe because I'm a one of a kind guy, and you're the one of a kind girl that I need… At least right now. Let me take you home tonight…" He told her seductively. She bet he thought he was on a roll, a top class Lothario, but Courtney had him pegged. He wanted nothing more than a fuck and flee, either that or he was coked out. Whatever it may be, she thought he sounded moronic, though she couldn't deny that her inner temptations were stricken a tiny bit.
"You really think it's that simple? That I'm supposed to swoon over that line and like I haven't heard it before?"
Duncan was determined to land this chick, proving to be a challenge by the minute. "You haven't heard it from anybody like me. Come on, Chickie Baby-"
Courtney sharply cut him off "Ice Chickie."
He proceeded anyway. "…Ice Chickie. I can take you places and show you things that you've only had the pleasure of reading about in books or watching in movies."
"What, like Never Never Land? No thanks. I'm fine in reality." Courtney made her way back over to the pole and started dancing on it. Bend, spin, twirl, all the tricks to get the boys to throw the green.
"I've been through and banged my fair share of babes, but you are by far the one I've wanted to fuck the hardest, not to mention the only one that's given me a hard on that could crack ice and nuts."
Duncan's relentlessness had gone from entertaining to annoying. Courtney was close to reaching her limit.
"Hey, enough with the dirty talk. I'm not a hooker." She tried desperately to make the time go by faster, the song only had a couple minutes left, and then she'd never have to see this asshole again.
"You should be, at least only for me. My own private call girl, to come over and get laid by anytime, day or night, at my expense." This was the coke talking, if only she had known that. He was sure she knew about Chris' habit.
"I mean it, Woody. Knock it the fuck off, or you'll be in deep regret followed by a dose of pain." Courtney could feel her blood boiling. Although she had a sweeter side, she had been told over the years that she was an incredibly controlling person, which she was ashamed of and also prided on. If people didn't listen to her, she made sure to raise hell, which would be happening to Duncan if he didn't shut his trap. She could always blame it on being a hot-blooded Latina, whom were naturally feisty.
"Yeah, yeah. If you get good enough, I could consider making you a live-in. That is, if you're not good already. Except something tells me that you have a secret wild side in the bedroom, something I'd like to personally experience. I'd definitely do that, if it grants me the honorable privilege of nailing you whenever I wanted. It would truly be a dream come true to fuck you, gorgeous. A girl that has perfect tits and the most gorgeous ass that I'd like to stick-"
The booming instrumentals leading into the sixth verse of the song played. Courtney became so infuriated and spun around, cutting Duncan off with a roundhouse kick. He went flying out of his chair sideways, the chair fell back as his body slammed to the floor. The lyrics started up again. Frazzled and shocked, Duncan struggled to sit up as Courtney walked over.
"Hey, what the fuck was that for?!" He shouted as Courtney straddled his waist again, not answering.
Instead, she punched him in the face, hitting his nose, which sent him back down to the floor. Duncan panted heavily as his nose started bleeding. What the hell had he gotten himself into?! He thought he was getting a complimentary lap dance and ended up walking into a scene from Fight Club. Courtney flexed her leg so her heel was right on his neck and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes looked red against the silver background, her face twisted up in a disgusted grimace, she was fuming. His vision was hazy from the landing, he thought he saw smoke coming from her ears and nose like some old school cartoon character.
"I warned you to keep your damn mouth shut or you'd be in regrettable pain. Listen to me, and you better listen good. I'm not a hooker and I'm never gonna fuck you. Don't ever fucking talk to me that way again or so help me I swear that I'll cut off your dick," She hissed through clenched teeth as she grabbed his crotch hastily. "And shove it so far down your throat that you'll suffocate. Do you understand me?!" She shouted at him, infuriated and inches from his face, twisting his dick. This caused Duncan to wince and yelp in pain.
"Yeah, yeah I understand." he coughed out, praying to be released from her grip before she killed him.
Courtney removed her hand and stared him down. "Thought you'd see it my way. And remember, if you ever have the audacity to speak like that to me again, I'll beat you within an inch of your life. Then you won't be using your horny dick so much!" She kneed him roughly in the crotch, watching him groan and writhe in unbearable agony.
"I'm sorry, I'm s-s-sorry." Duncan stammered, genuinely meaning it, and incredibly taken back. Who would ever think that a girl could kick his ass? Courtney stood up, glaring down at him.
"No, you're not, and it's too late for apologies. Next time it'd be in your best interest to keep your mouth shut. Now, get the fuck out of here."
Duncan fled the room without a second glance back, holding his nose. The song was fading out. Courtney turned away, arms crossed. She looked down, wiping two fallen tears from either eye. How she hated this life…
Wow, talk about hostile! Why is Courtney like this? Find out in Chapter Four, "Stripper's Discipline", coming soon!
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