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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 5 as promised! Once again, thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! I've been elated ever since, keep them coming! You have no idea what all the positive feedback means to me :D The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! It's time for a little back story here: I came up with the idea for this story when I was 14 years old, I had just seen the movie Sin City. I didn't start fully writing until I was 17 years old. At 19, it was nearly finished. I am now 22 and trying to finish the screenplay and submit it. It would have been finished sooner, but I've had a lot of family things happening.
I have been doing research on this for the past couple years and have spoken to girls and women that have either danced or are still dancing. Unfortunately, these types of situations are common and sometimes it's worse than this one. Nobody deserves it and I hope that things improve for those whom are currently in a predicament such as the one aforementioned. I revealed a bit about Courtney's back story in this chapter, but there will be more revealed in Chapter 8 or 9.
Heather will be playing a bigger part in the next couple of chapters (most likely starting in Chapter 7), and the only reason why I made Brick Courtney's brother is only because the original character's older brother is an army general. I plan to mention and/or use as many TD characters as I can. SHUTTING UP NOW AND HERE'S CHAPTER 5! ENJOY!
WARNING: BRIEF SEXUAL CONTENT, BRIEF VIOLENCE, AND TRAUMA RESULTING FROM FLASHBACKS
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 Five: Despicable Backlash and Painful Flashbacks
Duncan's Apartment, Northridge, 11:30 pm
Duncan unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside. It was cold, dark, and lonely. Just like the rest of my life. This has to change, it's getting old. He thought to himself, turning on the lights and taking off his jacket. Bowser was sleeping soundly in the next room, Duncan could hear him softly snoring. He was so distracted by his solitude that he nearly forgot how much pain he was in. That "Ice Chickie" really did a number on him, but man, was she a looker. Getting girls was never a problem for Duncan, except this one was going to be a challenge he could not wait to pursue. One way or another, she would be his. Any chick that could throw a roundhouse kick like that was definitely worth it.
Duncan grabbed an ice pack and another beer, his face wincing in pain when it was hit by the coldness of the ice pack, and made himself comfortable on the couch. Grabbing the remote, he began channel surfing. It was after midnight, the talk shows weren't too entertaining, so he settled on a rerun of The King of Queens, finding the antics of Doug and Carrie Heffernan pretty hilarious. Not having the patience for commercials, Duncan resumed the channel surfing. He passed by a face that he didn't recognize until he had passed the channel, and switched back to see who it was. It was his attorney, Daniel Cevallos, on one of Dr. Drew's panel discussions. Apart from Dr. Drew, Danny was the only other male there. There was a plastic looking redhead, a heavyset blonde, and an African American woman with extreme makeup and a massive headdress. She looked like The Queen of Zamunda from Coming to America, and they were all yelling, squawking like a bunch of chickens in a damn henhouse. They were talking about some criminal mastermind on the run.
"Quiet everybody! Quiet!" Danny replied curtly, which shut up the ladies. Duncan found this to be hilarious. He was a damn good attorney and took great care of Duncan during the trial, he was one of the only people that was nice to him besides Chef Hatchett, and tried to visit him once a month. He even got him a DVD box set of The Walking Dead as a release present. Duncan was glad to see that he was doing well. He was so caught up laughing over the ridiculous women that he almost forgot about a phone call he had to make. He dialed out, listening to the ringing until the other line finally answered.
"Hello stranger. (Pause) Yes, I know what time it is! You've been doing this for how long? Don't start bitching now. (Pause) Alright, shut up! Do you want the update or not? (Pause) Well, things didn't go according to plan, unfortunately. (Pause.) What do you mean "What do I mean?"?! Exactly like I said. Krauss didn't show up, so we had to reschedule. Do you have anything on a guy named Chris McLean? (Pause.) He's the owner of The Tainted Kitty and the one behind this whole scheme, says it's going down as a pigeon drop. Let me know what you find if I don't find anything out after this meeting. He's not as smart as he thinks he is, seems like the kind of guy that will spill his entire life story upon first meeting, or in this case, second meeting. (Pause.) Sorry, I'm a little out of it, I kind of got into a tiff with one of the dancers. (Pause.) She was dying to go home with me, and when I turned her down, she threw one of her high heels at my face, gave me a black eye. (Pause.) Sissy girl stuff, man. If it was a dude, they'd still be picking him up off the floor. (Pause) Quit laughing. Look, we're getting off topic. The next meeting is in three days. Let's hope Geoff and Tyler don't screw this one up. Three days should be plenty of time for you to find out everything on McLean, if only I had the name of said kingpin, I'll have it the next time we talk. Research that also, in case we have to narrow it down. Until then." Duncan hung up, throwing his phone off to the side of the couch, as he buried his head in his hands and groaned…
Back at The Tainted Kitty, Tuesday, December 2nd, 12:45 am
"Ahh!" Chris groaned in satisfaction, as he grabbed a handful of Courtney's hair, pulling her closer so that his cock hit the back of her throat as he came. "Man, oh man, Chickie! You give great fucking head." She removed his phallus from her mouth with a "POP!" and stood up. She was completely covered in shame, her cheeks resembling that of a chipmunk, for her mouth was fighting not to swallow any of his seed. "Go brush your teeth. There's wrapped toothbrushes and toothpaste in the top medicine cabinet." Courtney bolted for the bathroom, immediately spitting everything out and gagging in the sink. "The last thing I want is a bill for herpes treatment." Courtney unwrapped a toothbrush, spread on some paste, and turned the faucet on.
"I don't have herpes, Dick. That's why I don't fit the stripper criteria." She shouted over the running water, wetting the paste and began to vigorously brush her mouth out.
"Mmhmm. You know, that Harrister kid, he ain't so bad." Chris said, pulling his pants up.
Courtney spit out the toothpaste and continued brushing. "How so?"
"Well, I can tell you that he's an extremely sharp kid, who this club is going to be seeing a lot more of. He'll be back in a few days, so I would like it if you would apologize to him."
Courtney gargled mouth wash and spit it out, turning off the sink off. Did he just say I had to apologize to that Neanderthal? He did! "What?! Are you kidding me?" she shouted, emerging from the bathroom.
"No, and you have to do this, understand?" Chris zipped his pants back up. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This "Duncan" kid had nearly cost her her job, and she was the one that had to apologize? Maybe he'd think things over the next few days and apologize to her, so why shouldn't she say sorry also? After all, she did go a little overboard.
"Fine, I'll apologize. Chris, what exactly is going on? What are you getting yourself into with this guy?"
Chris smiled and made a zipping gesture against his mouth. "My lips are sealed, all I can let slip is that the business we're involved in is going to have a very lucrative outcome, sugar. When I get my cut, things are going to change around here. I'm gonna divorce that twad and buy you a diamond ring as big and luminous as the New Year's Eve ball in Times Square!" There he goes again with those grandiose promises. It was pathetic, immature, and quite frankly, he was way too old for it.
"Like that will ever happen. This whole thing is probably as illegal as first degree murder is. Good night. As always, it hasn't been a pleasure." Courtney walked past him to the door, but was stopped when he gently grabbed her by the elbow. She looked into his eyes to see that his expression had turned serious. Not nasty, but serious.
"Chickie doll, I'm completely serious. You and me, we're dynamo." She refused to fall for him again, she had wasted four years of her life waiting for him.
"No, Dick. You're just dynamo." His lips curled up into that stupid Cheshire Cat grin.
"And you're the lighter that ignites my flame and sets my firecracker off, lemon pop." Courtney rolled her eyes as he chuckled before continuing. "Court, I think you could make me a better man. Things would be different this time around."
She had heard all this before, and she had tried to change him, but things had remained the same. "I can't change you, Chris. Only you have the power to change yourself. Here's a start: stop writing checks that your mouth can't cash. It'll save you a lot of time." She wrangled out of his grip and walked out the door. Chris watched her leave
"It's ok! You'll be back! They all come back." he shouted before whispering "They all come back."
Backstage Dressing Room
Courtney walked into the backstage dressing room. It was a huge room directly behind the main stage for the dancers to come and go from set to set, that was filled with costumes, shoes, accessories, make up, etc. Some girls were getting ready while some were kicking back. One thing she had actually liked about The Tainted Kitty besides the size was how incredibly diverse it was with the crop of dancers hired. Sure, there were the typical buxom blondes such as "Lasso Lindsay", a dimwitted blue eyed yet bubbly natural blonde who also had her own natural breasts, and "Cherry", also known as Dakota, a vain green eyed bottle blonde with fake tits who actually was a sweet girl from time to time. Then, there were girls of different ethnicities, Courtney included, "Fun Bunz" LeShawna, "Butterfly" Katie, a tall curvy Puerto Rican and "Candy Cane Lane" Heather, a svelte Japanese geisha.
Chris thought of his dancers as presents or "diamonds", and wanted them in all shapes and sizes in order to have "all the types a man could ever desire". There were the girls that weren't pin thins, like "Sexy Sadie" (Whom was Katie's best friend, they always wore matching outfits and their hair in matching mini high-tied pigtails) and LeShawna, and girls that looked more natural, like "PJ Barbie" Bridgette and "Magnolia" Zoey, both of whom were on the smaller size of the breasts scale. Courtney loved them all and considered each of them as sisters, even Heather, who was a manipulative raging bitch but had her moments. Heather had a nasty little coke habit, which was one of the only things that made her nice. Courtney only knew about it after walking in on her in the bathroom one night and being sworn to secrecy not to tell. Ever since then, Heather had been more respectful and careful around her.
Lindsay was practicing her lassoing, just barely avoiding knocking the other girls out, looked over and noticed Courtney walked in.
"Heyya, Chickie!"
Courtney put on a brave face and a smile, although still dripping with humiliation, she had to hide it. "Hi girls, what's kicking?" she greeted them warmly and sat down in front of one of the vanities.
"Hmm, nothing much." Lindsay, who had the attention span of a flea, turned around and resumed the lassoing. LeShawna looked over as she was trying on tops.
"What the hell was going on? Good thing I bolted when I did." She didn't mean to abandon her friend, but the damage was done.
"Yeah, thanks for the help." Courtney replied semi-sarcastically, grabbing a towel and proceeded to wipe off the running make up from her face. LeShawna was topless except for a black thong, she put the tops down and grabbed a gold tube top with a matching skirt.
"Sorry, Marley. My job was on the line."
Courtney put the towel down and shrugged."It's fine, I don't need to be rescued. Surprisingly, it worked itself out." She opened one of the drawers and pulled out a bottle of Frozen Temptations Banana Daiquiri Body Lotion. Heather strutted over, wearing a sheer, fur lined robe.
"Now Court, who was that stud stumbling out of the back?" Heather spun around, her long raven black hair twirling in the air, as Courtney looked up at her in the mirror.
"You mean Duncan Harrister?" She made a retching sound over hearing his name. "He's the whole reason why I got in trouble. Then again, I did round house the sucker." Dakota was in the corner practicing her routine and stopped to join in.
"Mm,mm,mm! That boy was such a hunk! Give me five minutes alone and I'd have him screaming for mercy! Ow!" She high fived and then bumped hips with Lindsay. Courtney opened the bottle and squirted the cool lotion into the palm of her hand.
"Whatever. If you want the scumbag, take him. He's Chris' new pet. I guess it's a business thing. Maybe they'll end up sucking each other's dicks. "Dick sucking dick." HA!"
Heather sat down on a chair in front of another vanity, applying eyeliner. "Courtney, what's the deal between you and "Tricky Dick" Chris?" She stopped moisturizing her legs and looked over, once again trying to play dumb.
"Huh? What you talking about, Candy Cane?" She had finished her eyeliner and picked up some eye shadow and a makeup brush.
"I'm talking about all the friction. You're the top dancer and the highest paid, then he flips a bitch. Now things are totally fine, almost as if that whole scene about an hour ago never happened. What gives?"
Courtney resumed lathering up her gams. "Oh… trust me, you don't wanna know." She put down the bottle and grabbed a hair brush from the drawer.
Heather kept up her inquisitive pursuit as she applied eye shadow. "Maybe I do wanna know, so spill…"
Heather was relentless and loved to talk behind people's backs. No way was Courtney letting her in on a damn thing. She stopped brushing her hair and looked over. "Please, what authoritative position are you from that I must obey and tell you? Did you run out of gossip or something? Because quite frankly, I really can't think of any other reason why you're pumping me up for details." Courtney went back to brushing her hair, her statement had shut Heather up for the time being, because her mouth was agape and she was at a loss for words. Lindsay put down the lasso and took off her cowboy boots in exchange for orange UGG slippers.
"Cool it, Ice. She's just as curious as the rest of us are." This caught Courtney off guard a little, Lindsay was never one to talk back, she was probably doing it for Heather's benefit, it was her best friend (sometimes) next to Dakota.
"Well, then you're all shit out of luck, there really isn't anything to tell. No insane story, no roller-coaster romance, no desperate manipulation, no juicy details whatsoever. Dick has just really looked out for me and taken me under his wing." All of the girls had looked over at her as she spoke.
"He's not like that with the rest of us." Katie piped up, fixing Sadie's hair.
"I don't know what to tell you, sorry." This was starting to annoy Courtney, what nerve they had! She was already ashamed of what happened, but these bitches demanding details was despicably wicked. Just as she was about to tell them to go to hell, a voice spoke out.
"Ok, girls. Cool it and settle down." They all looked over and Courtney smiled.
Bridgette and Zoey walked in. Bridgette was a laid back and mellow surfer girl with blonde hair and hunter green eyes, one of the only girls to have an outdoor suntan instead of fake baking it in one of the club's private backstage tanning booths. She would actually drive every morning all the way from Topanga Canyon to Malibu just to surf! Zoey was an overly friendly and slightly timid hippie with bright red hair worn in low pigtails, brown eyes, and lily white skin. She was the best makeup artist at the club, all the girls begged her to do their makeup. Her biggest dream is to become a special effects makeup artist for film and television. "If Courtney wanted to tell us, she would have told us, but she doesn't, so let's move on." Bridgette said, as the two of them walked over to Courtney. She sat on the edge of the vanity as Zoey took a seat on the floor. Courtney smiled at both of them.
"Thanks, girls." That certainly seemed to quiet everybody down, and they had gone back to their business. Even though she regarded all of them as her sisters, Bridgette and Zoey were her only two best friends, and true ones at that. She trusted them with her life, and they were the only ones besides herself and Chris that knew all her deep dark secrets, not even her boyfriend knew everything…
"What happened with that guy? He looked like he got attacked by a samurai!" Zoey quickly whispered, careful not to spark the room's interest again. Courtney went back to brushing her hair and looked down at her friend.
"Ha! It was hardly a samurai, it was simply 'Ice Chickie'. He deserved it after being such a perverted and rude prick to me, whom in fact was doing him a favor by giving him a free lap dance. What can I say? He took it too far. I'm sure he was on something."
Bridgette dangled her legs over the edge of the vanity. "I saw him earlier when he first got here with Geoff. He is pretty hot, but you do have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, how are things going with Justin? You're so lucky, I wish I had a boyfriend!" Zoey looked a little sad, being the hopeless romantic that she was. Helping others find love but never finding it for herself.
"Things are fine, but I don't know how much longer they'll last. I love him, but he's so arrogant and superficial! It's always about him, it was never like that but it is now. Maybe boyfriends are like laptops, you should update and get a new one every three years." Courtney said.
"Then maybe you're not all that in love. I'm surprised you've stayed with him this long. You're incredibly picky, Court." The two girls started giggling, Courtney looked annoyed.
"I am not!" Except who was she kidding? She dropped her frown and joined in the giggling.
"Ok, maybe I am. I think all girls are a little picky by nature though, what with a world full of "Jafars" and "Gastons" when we want an "Aladdin" that's not dirt poor or a "Prince Charming" with a good head on his shoulders, whose actually going places."
"You're right, and I hope I find my prince soon." Zoey sighed heavily.
"I don't know what Geoff would qualify under, he's so sweet and totally into me, but something is holding him back from asking me out, and I can tell he wants to!" Bridgette looked down at her feet.
"I don't know either, but I do know that Justin is most definitely a "Gaston"." Courtney said, which caused all three girls to burst into a fit of giggles yet again.
Courtney's Apartment in Van Nuys, 6½ Hours Later
After a humiliating night, all Courtney wanted to crawl into bed and rest. Unlocking the door and stepping into her Van Nuys apartment, she set her stuff down and took off her boots. Oreo, her black-and-white tuxedo cat, walked in the room and softly meowed at her arrival. "Good morning, Oreo." She smiled and walked over. "Have a nice night?" She picked him up and stroked his fur, giggling a little when he licked her face. Courtney had found Oreo one night outside of the club a few years ago, a stray alley kitten who was abandoned by his mother and siblings. When she took him to the animal shelter, the vet presumed that he was most likely the runt of the litter (which would explain the reason why he wasn't the size of most cats at three years old.), which is why he was abandoned. She couldn't let him be euthanized or further isolated in the shelter, so she adopted him, and it was one of the best decisions she ever made. He was such an adorable companion and the two of them had a wonderful bond. She had always wanted a pet growing up, and she couldn't have asked for a better one in Oreo. "I bet it was a heck of a lot better than mine was." She walked into the kitchen, putting him down on the countertop. He looked around, watching Courtney opening the cupboard and pulling out a saucer. "We've got to get out of here, dipsy doodle." She put down the saucer, then opened the refrigerator and pulled out a milk carton. "Out of this apartment, out of this city, maybe even out of this state." She shrugged off her jacket and walks over to the coat closet. "Well, there's a lot of fantastic schools in California, so maybe staying will remain on the table." She put the jacket on a hanger, closed the door, and walked back over to the counter. "All I know, is that I want to get away from Chris and The Tainted Kitty as much as possible, but of course I'd miss the girls." Courtney opened the milk carton and poured some into the saucer. As Oreo hungrily lapped up the refreshing milk, she put down the carton and turned back to the cupboard, pulling out an old fashion rocks glass. "Maybe that type of lifestyle is meant for some people, I know it's not for me." She poured some milk into the glass for herself and put the carton back into the refrigerator, sipping from her glass. "I know that much. You've only been a part of my life for a short time, Reo. A few years, actually. Thus, I've been through way too much to have it all end up like this."
Courtney walked out onto the balcony and laid back on the double recliner, still sipping from her glass. She sat up and stared out into the early morning sky.
The sun had already started rising, it's rays shining on the horizon. The sky and clouds were painted in beautiful sherbet hues of pink, yellow, and orange, even some mauve and blue. Fresh dew drops plummeted from the flowerbeds on the ledge. The city itself was coming to rise along with the break of day. The blaring of car horns, the trilling of bicycle bells, the humming of the lawn mower, a few barking dogs, and various loud conversations between working strangers composed the soundtrack of this new day.
Courtney looked down at the city. What a delightful neighborhood this is. she thought to herself as she sipped from her glass. She knew how much she would miss it when she moved. If she moved. She couldn't continue to lead the life she was living, it was dangerous territory.
Her thoughts had been interrupted by the sound of giggling. A child's laughter. What could be a pleasantly lovely sound to some can be painfully shattering to others. Courtney got up and moved to the ledge, looking down. The giggling sounds had been traced to a small girl. She was about five or six years old, dressed in a red and white gingham dress, with her strawberry blonde hair in braided pigtails that complimented her full face and white socks in black Mary Janes on her tiny feet. The girl's mother and father were on either side of her, holding each hand and swinging her forward with every third step they took. The father was a tall man with close cropped blonde curls, donning a suit and a briefcase in his free hand. The mother had the same strawberry blonde hair as her daughter but wore it in a ponytail, and was clad in a burgundy velour Juicy Couture track suit, holding a dog leash with a black Scottish terrier trotting from it. What a Hallmark greeting card moment this picture perfect family appeared to be having.
Courtney's calm demeanor suddenly changed, a painful look of shock and sadness enveloped her face. Her body began to tremble as she dropped the glass, not caring that it shattered on the ground, and hugged her knees to her chest while her eyes begin to water. She closed her eyes and her flashback began.
It's a bright sunny day, with pale blue skies decorated with ornaments of fluffy white clouds. A man is driving a E series Mercedes-Benz with a little girl in the backseat wearing a white three quarter length sleeved shirt, a grey jumper, khaki green leggings, and brown sandals. It's Courtney at four years old and her father. She always thought he was the most handsome man she had ever seen, he was tall and tan with violet eyes and dark brown hair. They are on their way to go to a carnival, where they ride the merry-go-round and eat cotton candy, she cheers her dad on as he wins her a huge stuffed pink and blue unicorn. Her dad picks her up and twirls her around in the air as she starts wildly laughing.
The next flashback is of Courtney and her family at Christmas. Her big brother Brick is there, he was about eighteen years old at the time and had recently buzzed his hair, and it was before her mother started drinking. Her mother still looked youthful, her brown eyes were luminous and her blonde hair was wrapped up in a bun. They all sat in the living room next to a huge white frosted Christmas tree that was adorned in twinkle lights and ornaments in colors of silver, gold, blue, red, and green, with brightly colored packages underneath it. Her dad and Brick drag in a beautifully wrapped box for her. She opens it to find a pink and white bike with a huge silver and blue bow around the front of it. "A bike!" she exclaimed as she jumped up and down.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Daddy loves you so much." he says.
"And I love you too, Daddy. Forever and ever!" she says as she jumps into his arms and hugs him. He hugs her back tightly, stroking her hair and kissing her on the head. It was a much happier time for them, before they lost it all…
The next memory is of a bunch of men dressed in all black and breaking into their house, breaking and throwing things. Brick tried to defend the family, but he was knocked out. The masked men grabbed Courtney's father. She called out to him and tried to run into his arms, but her mother grabbed her, holding her back.
"Tell them to stay back or they'll have to watch us kill you." One of the men says, shoving a gun to the temple of her dad's head.
"Please, don't do this in front of them, anything but that." he pleads.
"Make it quick and get it over with, now." The other man kicks him in the ribs. Her mother screeches. Her father spits out blood before looking at his young daughter, her eyes are wide and full of tears.
"Courtney, you have to stay here with Mommy and Brick. Daddy will try to come back really soon, Princess. I promise." She watches her father, it's the first and only time she's seen him cry.
"Daddy, don't go! Please, Daddy!" She couldn't lose her father.
"I love you, Princess. Be strong and look after your brother and mom." Those were his final words before the men dragged him.
"DAAAAA-DDDDDYYYY!" She cried out. Her mother hugged her tightly, they sobbed together.
The flashbacks have ended. Courtney was hyperventilating and full on crying now. Oreo watched her from the doorway with a sad expression on his face, as she hysterically bawled until her body gave way to exhaustion and slipped off into a peaceful sleep.
What happened to Courtney's father and who does Duncan keep talking to? More will be revealed in the next few chapters, so stay tuned! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, NO FLAMES!
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