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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. How is everybody? Here's Chapter 4 as promised! It may seem like Chris is a little out of character, but the original character in the screenplay is very sleazy, so I'm sticking with that approach. The original character is also named Dick, which I decided the girls will call Chris as a nickname, because, let's face it, he IS a d**k! Haha I hope to get to some more reviews soon, please spread the word about this story and no flames! The transition from screenplay to novel has been fairly easy. I forgot to mention last time to check out and review my Once Upon A Time three shot romance The Help Makes For Powerful Lovers. It could definitely use some love. Thank you :)
WARNING: VIOLENCE, BRIEF S&M, LEWD SCENARIO, SEXUAL CONTENT
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.
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 Four: Stripper's Discipline
Duncan stumbled out of Courtney's room, holding his nose. Chris happened to notice out of the corner of his eye and walked on over.
"Rookie! Hey Harrister."
Duncan was trying to wipe the blood from his nose, "Hey." he coughed out, reaching for some napkins on a nearby table.
"What did I tell you, did Ice Chickie take you for a ride or what?" Chris slapped Duncan on the back, Duncan still couldn't look at him.
"Yeah, sure. Keep a tight lid on that one."
"Huh? What are you trying to say, Harrister?" He finally got a look at Duncan's face and he couldn't believe his eyes. His hair was disheveled, nose bleeding, and a swollen eye, the bad boy looked like he had been on the losing end of a bar fight. "Whoa, what the hell happened to you?!"
All Duncan could do was scoff at Chris' oblivion. "She made sweet love to me. What the fuck do you think happened?! I made a pass at her and she kicked my ass! Do I look like the kind of guy that gets his ass handed to him by a chick?!"
Chris shook his head in disbelief, trying hard not to smirk. "You must have really pissed her off."
"Whatever. She's stunning, but she's feisty, that one. Says what's on her mind and doesn't hold anything back, acts completely on impulse. That may be good in a courtroom, but not in a strip club." Chris was having to hold back, he was beginning to fume on the inside.
"Hot damn. I'm sorry about that, man. You want someone else? I have a whole diamond line up. Magnolia, Candy Cane Lane," Duncan cut him off with a chuckle.
"No thanks, man. I appreciate it, but I have to go home and recover from the way your 'Ice Chickie' froze me." He just wanted to get the hell out of there and get home.
"I'll be sure to have a little talk with her." Chris heavily sighed. She was going to be getting more than a little talk.
"No worries. I'll be back in three days." Duncan walked off.
"All right, Rookie. Take care, and don't forget! Bring Jockstrap!" Chris shouted to him.
"Ok, night!" Duncan shouted back. He looked around on his way out and saw Geoff talking to that girl, Bridgette. He was taken care of for the night, Duncan didn't have to worry about him, he always scored. With a secret smile, he wandered out of the club.
Now that Duncan had left, Chris could drop his façade and let the anger take over. "Where the hell is she?!" he hissed, looking around and caught her talking with Fun Bunz.
"I'll show her." and sped on over.
"What's up there, Ice Ice Baby? You look a little flustered." Fun Bunz, also known as LeShawna, addressed Courtney, while she served a table of guys their drinks. She was a full figured African American girl, thick all around, with chocolate brown eyes, black hair slicked back into a high ponytail, and a Cindy Crawford beauty mark. She was wearing a lavender baby doll nightie that looked absolutely beautiful against her deep cocoa skin.
Courtney huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "I don't even know where to start. I danced for some guy Chris is working with and he kept making all these comments. I was so riled up that I kicked him off his chair and in the balls."
LeShawna's jaw dropped, not only at Courtney's actions, but how she reiterated it in such a cavalier tone. "Holy hell, girly! Talk about unleashing the beast! Is it time for Mother Nature to strut down the runway of hell?" Courtney shook her head. "You better hope that Dick doesn't find out."
"He won't." Little did she know that she had spoken prematurely.
"Ice Chickie!" Chris shouted, running over. Courtney was dead wrong, he had found out, and she was sure to be in deep shit.
"Oh God, here he comes. Best of luck." LeShawna scooted off, leaving Courtney to face the music alone. "Courtney!" Chris approached her, their faces only inches apart. She attempted to regain the cavalier demeanor and hide the worry, folding her arms.
"Yes, boss?"
"Don't pull that fucking shit with me. My office, now." Chris pointed backwards with his thumb.
"No way, man. I'm out of here." Courtney spun on her heel to leave, but was abruptly stopped by Chris grabbing a handful of her hair and twisting it.
"You heard me! My office, now!"
You're in trouble now, Courtney. She screamed as her eyes started to water. "Let me go! Ok, I'll go, I'll go!"
"Too late, little girl!" Chris dragged her by her hair. Courtney started hysterically screaming. People turned around and looked. Customers, waitresses, dancers, even DJ Lightening, but nobody did a damn thing, and acted as if it was a normal occurrence. Courtney tried to grab on to anything she could, railings, a door frame, but every time she caught on, her grip slipped and Chris' hold tightened. She continued to scream until Chris got to his office. He opened the door and threw her in a chair as he slammed the door shut, locking it and proceeding to take his belt off. Chris walked back over, belt in hand, grabbing Courtney. He sat down in his chair and threw her over his knees, pinning her wrists back.
"Chris, let me go!" she pleaded, as tears leaked from her eyes.
"What did you do?!" He snarled, getting closer to her face.
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Courtney feigned innocence, desperate to be released. That little blunder only increased Chris' infuriation.
"So that's how you're going to play it, huh? You think you're really cute and coy playing games with me?!" He raised his hand and swatted her butt with his belt. The first lick was so painful it caused Courtney to start screaming again, but he kept on spanking her.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO DO TO ME, COURTNEY?! BEATING UP A CUSTOMER, NOT TO MENTION JEPOARDIZING A CURRENT BUSINESS OPPROTUNITY! I COULD'VE BEEN SUED, I STILL CAN BE!"
"CHRIS, PLEASE STOP!" Courtney's cries remained unanswered. Chris wasn't going to stop until he felt like it.
"NOT UNTIL YOU START TALKING!" He was seething, but he finally stopped the spanking, and pulled her back by the hair to face him.
"I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE, I'LL TELL YOU AGAIN. YOU'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A DANCING WHORE TO THESE MEN. THEY CAN SAY AND DO WHATEVER THEY WANT WITHOUT TOUCHING! YOU SIGNED UP, NO EXCEPTIONS, AT ALL!"
"STOP! It wasn't like that, it's not what you think. You have to believe me!" She was begging for her life at this point, who knew what other violent acts he was capable of?
"Not what I think, huh?" His tone was still angry, but less intense.
"Just calm down and I'll tell you."
"Yeah, you better fucking tell me or your sore ass will be jobless and on the streets." Chris stood up, his hand still locked around a fistful of her hair, and slammed her down in one of his seats. Courtney rubbed her head, looking very hurt and frightened. He walked over to the bar, opening a bottle of Johnnie Walker. "Now, I'm going to give you one chance and one chance only." He said calmly, pouring the liquid into a tumbler. "I know when you're lying, babe. Your nose itches. Funny, didn't that happen when ever Pin-nic-iho lied?" Chris screwed the cork back on the bottle and watched Courtney sniffle.
"It's Pinocchio, and his nose grew longer whenever he lied. Idiot." she murmured that last bit under her breath.
"Yeah, that was the name. The kid loves that shit, I should know better." Chris walked slowly over to his desk. "Except this ain't about the little pisser. At this point, I insist you tell me what happened between you and Mr. Harrister. He looked a little rugged when I saw him stumbling out of your room." He leaned back in his chair, waiting to hear how Courtney would spin this.
"I gave him what he deserved."
"Meaning, what? Spit it out, Court. I'm not getting any younger." He took a sip from his drink.
"That's a total given." She replied snottily.
Chris finished sipping. "And you'll never get any smarter."
That really got under her skin. How dare he! "What are you talking about? You should know better than to pull one of your dancers by the hair! I could sue you for that alone."
Chris snorted at her comment. "Uh-huh, and take what? There's nothing you can sue me for! I'm flat broke! No money, can't even afford to divorce Blainely, the hag that I'm married to." His psycho wife was always his excuse for everything it seemed like.
"It's called assault and battery. Don't give me that excuse, Chris."
"Whatever. If you are as smart as you think you are and know what's good for you, you'll start talking quick." He took another long slurp.
Courtney narrowed her eyes "Or else what?"
Was she challenging him? "Hey!" Chris sloshed his drink. "Don't mess with me, toots. I'm the boss, you're my monkey. I have control of your income. I'll give this another five minutes before you have to find another way to cover tuition fees and rent." She knew he meant business, he was about to take things too far.
"Leave that out of this."
He raised his eyebrows and mockingly replied "Get to the point and I will."
Courtney groaned, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms deeper. "Ugh, ok. Everything was fine, until he said how I had the most gorgeous ass and that my tits were perfect and that it would be a dream come true to fuck me because I gave him a hard on that he claimed could crack ice and nuts." Chris started chortling over this. "What the hell is so funny? I'm not making it up, Dick!"
He took a minute before composing himself. "That kid is hilarious! Come on, Chickie Baby, get a grip. You know better than to not expect those kinds of comments."
"Excuse me?" She seemed puzzled.
"Everything that Duncan said was true, you should know that and be damn proud of it, too. I've been around the block, up and down the bend with strippers for twenty-two years, almost longer than you've been alive. Most of them are tired, old, distressed. But you… You are a lotus flower, sugar. A girl that looks like you shouldn't have an occupation like this, shouldn't even take a second glance at a life like this." Chris looked at her with sympathy. He was being genuine, she could tell. If there was another thing she hated, it was people feeling sorry for her, but she was thankful that it seemed that things had calmed down.
"I had no choice. Desperate times called for desperate measures. It felt like there was no other job available with the type of income I need to support my lifestyle."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before and I really don't fucking care to hear it again. I wouldn't really call what you live a lifestyle, Court. I'd call it a travesty. Look at it: No family, no real friends, a loser boyfriend, You don't even have me anymore, and I'm the best you'll ever have. How do you stand being so sad and lonely?" Hitting below the belt, that would always be Chris' approach. Even when he seemed to care, he didn't.
"I'm not… I mean, I am, but I try not to think about it. It's why I throw myself into work, so I can keep a straight head. When I do start thinking about it, I break down and cry until I can't breathe." Courtney looked off into the corner, trying everything to keep it together. Crying was for the weak.
Chris continued to nurse his scotch, and further mocked her. "What a sad, heartbreaking story. How come?"
She took a deep breath before continuing. "The pain becomes overwhelming and unbearable. An unwelcome reminder of "this is your life, deal with it because nobody cares."" There was a long silence between them before Chris finally broke it.
"Of course nobody cares. This is the game of life, every person for themselves and no amount of tragedy will lead you to a victory. Listen, the pity story definitely won you the sympathy vote, babe." He walked around to the front of his desk, looking down at her. "However, it doesn't excuse the fact that you assaulted a client. How do you plan on cleaning up this chaotic mess, young lady?"
Courtney heavily sighed again. "I don't know, Dick. I haven't the slightest idea." The famous McLean shit eating smirk spread across his face at her answer.
'Whoa ho, I do." He put his drink on the desk. Courtney went from calm to appalled as he unzipped his pants, her eyeballs nearly bulged out of their sockets.
"Uh, what do you think you're doing?" She wanted to slap the grin off his face.
"You wanna keep your job, don't you?" He really was an asshole!
"Yeah, but I'm not willing to stoop to that level and sink that low! What is wrong with you?!" She rose off from the chair.
"Come on! Two years ago you were obsessed with sucking my cock. You used to love going down on me. Pretty damn good at it, too."
Courtney scoffed. An asshole and a pig. "That's when I thought I was in love. This is sexual harassment, I'm leaving." She turned and headed for the door.
This isn't over yet. Chris thought to himself. "That isn't the most strategic move, darlin'. Now, I suggest you get back here. You wouldn't want to give up the only glimmer of a future that you have, would you?"
"Fuck you!" She tried to unlock the door, but to no avail.
"Oh, baby, I wish you would! Then again, you already have, and enjoyed it just as much as I did, we both know that. Fine, you wouldn't want to let me down, would you?" Chris walked over to Courtney, she stopped struggling with the door at the sound of his footsteps. He grabbed her from behind and thrust himself into her. She gasped, startled as he ran his hands up and down her body. He leaned in close to her ear. "Me, your boss. The one that helped you out. A petrified, beautiful, naive sixteen year old little girl who was in absolute dire need of a job and was willing to do whatever possible to fix her situation. I did everything for you, Courtney! I gave you a job, I gave you additional money! For crissakes, I even pay rent on the apartment that I bought you, a love nest for you and that retard! And after all that," he whispered, grazing her cheek, which made her slightly flinch. "you can't even do me the honorable favor of going down on me to save yourself?"
Courtney turned around, facing him "I wouldn't really be calling it honorable if I'd be swallowing my pride and dignity in the process."
That stupid smirk reappeared. "Ahh. So you do swallow then?"
She scrunched her nose up. "What? No, that's not what I meant. Get a clue!" She pushed him off and tried to unlock the door again. Chris walked back to his desk.
"Fine, fine. You win, Court. I need to start thinking of who I'm going to put at the top of the line up." He leaned against his desk and grabbed his drink. "Hmm, let me see. There's PJ, Cherry, Lasso, Candy Cane, Fun Bunz. My, my, my. Oh so many girls to choose from." He pondered, taking a sip of his drink, knowing this was precisely what would reel her in. Sure enough, she stopped with the door.
"You wouldn't…" She sharply turned to face him, as he continued to drink his Johnnie Walker.
"Oh, believe me, baby. I would. Faster than you can say "Donkey Dildo". Chris chuckled. Courtney knew him too well, and knew that even though he was infamous for lying, she also was aware first hand that nine times out of ten, he did what he said he was going to. Everything he mentioned earlier was true, and she had loved him, but he never left his wife for her, and she didn't feel like wasting anymore time waiting around.
"Is this the only thing you want?" She softly asked, almost a whisper.
"What, sweetheart?" Bingo. Hook, line, and sinker, that was almost too easy.
"Is this the only thing you want from me?" She turned around and walked back over to him. "For me to blow you and we'll never discuss this? You won't try to manipulate me ever again into performing sexual acts to keep my job?" Courtney stood in front of the snake, a poor excuse for a man.
"Absolutely. It will be water under the bridge."
She grabbed him by his shirt lapels, he then put his hands on her hips, pulling her in closer. "And what will happen if you break your word?"
Chris cocked his head to the side, shooting her a quizzical look. "Baby, have I ever lied to you? You gotta trust me on this. I'm a man of my word. If I'm lying, I'm dying. Now, slide your pretty self down, stick my huge cock in your sweet little mouth, and suck me off."
She hated that it had come to this, that it had gone this far, but looked away and gave into his command. Courtney slunk to the floor and pulled his pants down, all the while Chris looks down on her. Courtney proceeded to blow Chris, an act she once loved performing, especially on him, was now being done in humiliation. Chris was instantly aroused.
"Oh, God…"
He set his drink on the counter and grabbed on to the back of Courtney's head with one hand and his desk with the other, throwing his head back in a haze of erotic euphoria.
Was anybody expecting that?! Stay tuned for Chapter Five, "Despicable Backlash and Painful Flashbacks", where Courtney's back story will be revealed!
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