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The Exotic Velvet	By : Shotahunter1851 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 6181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The exotic Velvet
Chapter eight: Laying the cards
Thunderstruck in the far distance as the rain picked up during the cold night. Amity Park soon found itself besieged by an unannounced rainstorm; small rivers formed around next to the street walk as the very few pedestrians made their way home. Windows rattled and the wind howled like a werewolf. None of that mattered to Tristan who sat quietly in the dark, repulsed by the images of Jazz, yet unable to look away from them.
“Please, God, don’t tell me this is true.” He’d been betrayed before by someone who had been his confidence. The images on the phone told him it was likely he was going to experience it yet again. He didn’t trust the little bastard, but the images of Jazz having sex with various men at the hotel were impossible to ignore. There were numerous videos as well, but Tristan couldn’t bring himself to look at them.
The men in the photos blurred together, though he noticed the general pattern: most were nerds and geeks, similar to himself. Some were dressed in a white button shirt with thick glasses and plain freckled faces, their hairstyles alluring to the idea that they had an argument with their hairstylist. Tristan slammed his fist into his bed, wishing he’d wrapped his hands around Tom’s neck when he had the chance. How could Jazz have done this to him, after snarling whenever he so much as said hello to another girl?
“Maybe this isn’t what it looks like.” He did his very best to ignore Jazz’s lewd expressions, but the pain wasn’t for naught as he noticed there were hardly any handsome or at least passable men in the photos, they all followed the same patron, nerdy for lack of a better word. Since going out with Jazz, he’d intensified his self-improvement program, having lost a belt notch in the past month.
Surely not the kind of men that could seduce a well season stripper that often deals with all sorts of men, must less one with so intelligent such as Jazz who wouldn’t fall for simple fancy nor be impressed by an extravagant sports car, that was for Paulina Sanchez who the redhead had an ongoing feud. The idea of the redhead turning tricks came across his mind, as much as it hurt, it was the only explanation as to why she was seeing such men, Tristan didn’t strike her as the kind who would do so, but was she so desperate for money? Amity Park University might have been a state school, but tuition was still close to 20,000 a year.
What sort of game had she been playing with him? Had she seen him as a mere meal ticket? Tristan remembered after the first couple of visits, she didn’t take any money from him, save for the club’s cut. “She could have told me… not gonna judge her…”- Tristan whispered feeling sick that he was led on. He’d have been all right with their arrangement being physical, had she been honest about it, but Jazz behaved as a girlfriend around him.
“Or Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong!” He’d heard the story all too often from his father, sleazeballs luring naïve girls into prostitution, posing first as lovestruck men willing to do anything for them, later on, claiming to have terrible debts with very dangerous people, and before the girl knew it, had been forced or blackmailed into working as a prostitute, either on the street or club.
If he had to guess who was responsible, it’d be the club owner. They possessed their sleazy reputation for a reason. The club owner- Vlad, he thought the name was- wouldn’t be the first pimp to have a legal business as a front. The man had plenty of opportunities to force the redhead into turning tricks. Naturally, Jazz would have refused as she was hired to dance and not sleep around with the customers, but he wouldn’t have needed to use physical force. Blackmailing her, and threatening to expose her actions to her family and school, would be more than enough to keep her under control. Amity wasn’t as dangerous as areas like Chicago or Detroit, but still possessed its share of crime and random psychopaths.
“If this is true, what can I do about it?” Tristan wasn’t Danny Phantom, who could fight an army of gangsters. He had some training, courtesy of his father, but knew he couldn’t handle hardened criminals. He stared out the windows, trembling and wondering what to do.
His heart burned at the thought of his Jazz being mistreated and blackmailed into performing tricks with the customers. Vlad had been under investigation in the past, from what he remembered, but nothing was ever pinned on him. In the last real conversation, he’d had with his father a few weeks before, he’d mentioned a murder at the Candy House strip club two years prior. One of the strippers had been shot in her vehicle, two bullets going through the back of her head.
According to the police, the culprit was a jealous boyfriend who couldn’t stand seeing his girl dancing naked on stage leading to the shooting after she refused to quit. She’d had numerous arrests for prostitution and some wondered whether Vlad acted as her pimp. Tristan recalled Jazz mentioning her younger brother being a police officer and wondered if Jazz was in that situation too, surely, Danny would certainly barge in with an army, ready to tear the man apart. Victim or not, Jazz’s life would be ruined. People would judge her no matter where she went or if she was a victim in all of these, in the public eye, she would be nothing more than a dirty, lowly hooker. Women could be especially cruel, considering that she was paid. Sex workers were all too often seen as less than human.
He typed a message: “Jazz, can we please talk? It’s important.” Tristan considered mentioning more details but didn’t want anyone tracking him. “Or maybe I’m just deluding myself and she’s sleeping around?” He wasn’t sure which possibility was worse.
A response came a few minutes later: “Of course, handsome. Meet in the usual place?” Half a dozen heart and smirk emojis decorated the end of her sentence.
Tristan steeled himself, running a hand down his face. He didn’t want to face either possibility, but if she was in trouble, he couldn’t turn his back as others would. He grabbed his keys from the desk, taking care not to wake his father. Not that it was necessary, the man on a steady diet of sleeping pills since the death of his twin.
(XXXXX)
The distinctive sounds of stiletto high heels echoed throughout the shopping mall the following evening as Nicole followed her dear friend while panting into a gaming shop, she couldn’t understand how the redhead was able to walk using such torturous footwear immediately after spending a morning at the gym, still walking gracefully even with a small sports bag hanging on her side while catching the eye of more than one horny teen who dropped their comic book upon laying eyes over her voluptuous body, skinny jeans that showed her curvy figure and a black top that hugs her large breasts.
Nicole watched at her reflection on a display window that kept several busty elves figurines safe and saw her worn-out sneakers, beige knee-length skirt, and a baggy shirt, surely, not nearly as impressive as what her bestie was wearing despite being casual but considering they were just recently at the gym meant that she didn’t need a flashy outfit. Nevertheless, felt out of place when walking side by side with such a monument of a woman, much to Nicole’s shame, she even started following the baseless diets found on the internet to increase her bust size even if it was by just a millimeter, her butt and legs was something that she could improve with hard work at the gym and a protein diet, but breasts size was something that increases naturally during puberty.
“How did you even get these”- Nicole asked poking at the redhead’s breasts which she had fondled countless times.
“Don’t know, they just kinda grew but don’t think these are easy to have. They’re heavy as hell and finding clothes that fit is even harder.”- Jazz complained as she passed her fingers over the many comic books until coming across her favorite Crash Nebula. And before she began working at the strip club, she resented how much attention they gave her, men drooling over her body, some older than her father asking for a date, or even sex.
“Don’t eat in front of the hungry.”- Nicole retorted as she places a hand over the redhead’s shoulder.
The nerdy girl had to admit that it felt recomforting to know that despite Jazz’s extravagant nightlife and work line, she was still the same nerdy bookworm she met at Casper high school, still reading comics and collecting figurines every once in a while. Her head turn over to a group of zit ridden teens who pretended to read a Japanese manga while in reality were ogling at her bestie. Nicole gently rubbed the redhead’s ass while commenting on the sexy elf figurine. she smiled upon seeing the teens dropping their reading material. She knew they would be talking about this moment for years to come. Even the cashier felt intimidated by the redhead’s beauty as he rang her comics up.
It was a few minutes later that Jazz smiles warmly at a female clerk while handing over her bag as Nicole did the same so they could enter a clothes store, Jazz had been longing for a new outfit due to her upcoming date with Tristan. There was a time that neither of them would give a rat’s ass over being fashionable or knowing what was “in,” instead spending time at the library or a comic book shop playing fantasy cards, and yet, now known to heart the names of the most popular clothes and makeup brands, knew what was in “season” and how to combine items such as purses with skirts which previously never made sense to either of them.
“Which one looks better?”- Jazz asked holding two outfits.
On her left hand was a black skin tight open back cocktail dress with a large cleavage clearly meant to show the girl’s natural assets, a little too short for comfort in Nicole’s opinion as she didn’t see herself ever wearing something so daring, on the right hand was another more yet more casual white summer dress that reaches down to the knees giving a more innocent appearance, both were excellent options as they accentuated Jazz’s natural beauty. Nicole looked at both dresses not really wanting to decide as they were meant for Jazz’s male “friend,” Tristan, she heard the name often but had never laid eyes over the man, though it was easy to imagine him as the nerdy sort.
“The white one, no doubt in my mind.”- Nicole offered her sincere opinion. She didn’t want this Tristan individual parading Jazz like some sort of prize wherever it was they were going. No doubt he was just another fat pile of crap seeing her best friend and lover as nothing more than a hole to stick it inside.
It was then that Jasmine walked into the changing room after leaving the black cocktail dress, though, considered an option for a later time. Just as the door close and Nicole sat down on a nearby chair was that she heard a couple of young girls commenting among each other if the redhead was a model of some sort, perhaps even working for Phantom Fashion Elite, one of the most prominent fashion designer companies, yet Nicole didn’t smile as the teens walked up to her asking if she was Jazz’s personal assistant or chaperone of some kind.
She understood men saw beautiful women as some prize to get or trophy to show off, just a piece of meat, but it disgusted her furthermore to know that even women couldn’t fathom the idea of a plain-looking female being friends with someone as beautiful and charismatic as Jazz, she just had to be the “personal assistant” or the gofer, never the friend, much less the lover. Nicole wanted to knock some common sense on these rude bitches, and remind them that life wasn’t a teen comedy movie, yet Nicole sunk to their level and simply dismissed them with a few kind words.
“How do I look?”- Jazz asked moments after the girls left.
“As always, you look stunning.”- Nicole replied lifting the redhead’s chin, there was some comfort in seeing the teenagers blushing at this sight.
Jazz gave out a devilish smile as she took Nicole by the hand and guided her to the lingerie section, the girl sighed as she knew this is how the date would eventually end for her best friend and lover, in bed with Tristan. What Jazz felt for him was clearly different than the others, though Nicole did her best not to think about it. She both feared her friend was being used for sex and feared Jazz would abandon her.
“Is too much… or too little?”- the redhead asked as she walked out of the changing room.
Nicole bit her lower lip as she saw her bestie wearing a rather sexy black lingerie set consisting of a garter, stockings, and even silk gloves with a collar, most important was the G-string thong that made the girl’s heart skip a beat. Despite being advertised as sleepwear nothing in the set was meant for such activity, Nicole couldn’t see herself having a good night’s rest with the silk collar and glove, she was aware that the thong was in fact comfortable, it was then that Jazz noticed a couple of boys poorly hidden behind a clothes rack ogling at her, she didn’t mind but tried to wave them off as the staff could have some issues with them spying on the clients.
“Are you okay?” Jazz inquired, seeing Nicole look away.
“I... sometimes, I wish I looked the way you do.” Most of Nicole was pleased not to get an abundance of male attention, but standing next to her best friend, a beauty lighting up the entire room, she felt insignificant in comparison.
“You look beautiful, I promise.” Jazz pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and kissing her neck. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, okay?” She pulled away, holding Nicole’s hands in hers. “Besides. . . I love staring at you.”
“My god! Can’t you behave?! There are kids around.” Their moment was interrupted by a female standoffish voice, “This isn’t some whorehouse.” The unknown woman added.
Jazz turned around and before her stood a woman pointing an accusatory finger, at first glance and being overly generous weighed more than the both of them combined, her short brownish hair allure to the idea of the woman having angered her stylist who takes revenge by ruining her haircut, it took great effort not burst out laughing at the ridiculous attempt at applying makeup that made her look more like a clown than in fashion.
“Excuse me, we’re having a private moment.” Jazz tried to defuse the situation.
Much to the redhead’s dismay quickly recognized the woman and the two boys who quickly moved out of the clothes rack and to either side of their large mother making Jazz realize this was the same woman who’d harassed her on the beach, Jazz mentally groaned as she could almost prevision the upcoming argument. Her kind was always the same, delusional and believing they always were right in everything despite the entire world telling them otherwise.
“Wow, you look amazing!” The older boy spoke up looking at Jazz in her lingerie. “Can I see your boobs again?” the kid asked with bemusement in his voice.
“How could you be such a whore, corrupting my sons like this?” the wild woman shrieked as if Jazz had forced her son to utter such words. “And you, girl, you’re enabling this sort of bullshit!” she said looking at Nicole as if a murder had been committed.
“Why are you dragging me into this, fatso?” Nicole spat.
“Fatso?” The woman’s face turned an impressive shade of purple. “Do you know who I am? My husband is the head surgeon at Amity Hospital! I’m on the Board of Directors!” the woman continued as if her titles gave the right over everything.
“You have my most sincere apologies,” Nicole spoke in a falsely-sweet voice, holding her hands together. “I didn’t know you carried such a heavy burden.” She mocked.
The woman lost her ability to form tangible thoughts and words, even her sons appeared embarrassed to be in her presence. The fat woman finally managed to continue her verbal onslaught as her sons tried to talk her out, the youngest effortlessly pulling his mother’s squishy arm. A trio of workers, two males and one female quickly made their way towards after hearing the commotion and being told by a few customers about the heated argument.
“Relax, please. What are you talking about?”- one of the male staff members asked in a calm manner to avoid making the wild woman even more berserk, yet stood between her and Jazz. She hyperventilated, Jazz and Nicole unable to make out what she screamed, rolls of fat on her body jiggling. An evil grin grew on the redhead’s lips.
“These two perverts were spying on me while I change clothes!”- Jazz said faking tears in her eyes,
There was a hint of guilt for having to throw the ball over the two boys who turned pale as a sheet upon being called out, but in hindsight, they were at fault for trying to spy on her in the first place, Nicole quickly back her best friend by reminding the staff about the cameras overviewing the changing room and of course, the clothes rack, it didn’t take more than a few second for one of the male workers to radio his boss and ask him to review the last few minutes of footage.
Naturally, the obese woman was offended by what she called baseless accusations done by a mere hooker, once again reminding everyone around who her husband is and her position on the board, yet it matters very little to the staff and the clients who were watching the interchange, more interested in seeing a fat woman with poor fashion sense arguing with a beautiful woman dressed in sexy lingerie, quite the sight. No one could believe that the woman refused to accept the truth even after being shown footage via a PDA of the kids sneaking towards the changing and even snapping a picture before diving into the clothes rack, calling them liars, and to have made up the video. A conspiracy.
“All right, you two boys are staying here while we call the cops,” the female employee snapped.
The obese woman roared upon seeing the staff lady dragging both of the kids out by their ears and heading to the manager’s office mainly just to scare them as they would most likely get a slap on the wrists and sent home. The two male coworkers were forced to drag their mother out once she was out of breath preventing her from taking any physical action toward anyone. Jazz was personally amazed she had that sort of lung capacity.
“God, I can’t believe we ran into her again,” Nicole and Jazz giggled once it was over, the two holding hands. “And I love seeing you in that outfit.”
(XXXXX)
Nicole bit down on her lips as the soft melodies of music reverberated within her ears drawing out the traffic just outside their motel room on the second floor, the girl looked at the window from her chair making sure it was shut and the curtains were drawn giving absolute privacy, that is if the local legends of motel owners putting hidden cameras weren’t true. Nicole recalled the first time that she had ventured into the motel with Jazz, she had flipped all she could get her hands on looking for cameras that didn’t exist much to the redhead’s amusement, though, Jazz had to admit to having felt like that once, and perhaps even recently, like a pair of eyes watching her every move.
The bathroom room slowly opened as Jazz came out swaying her hips side to side allowing for the only light coming from a night lamp placed on the floor to shine over her curvy figure, showing the red lingerie set, her high heels made no sounds over the carpeted floors yet made sure to cat walked over to her nerdy friend who couldn’t get tired of seeing the redhead, her beautiful figure almost sculpted by the dream god Nocturne himself.
Jazz brushed her large and heavy breasts over Nicole’s face letting her feel the warmth as the girl help herself to the redhead’s prominent butt, fingers running up and down the curvy mounts that to a blind man would feel like a mountain. Jazz gave a naughty smile as she felt Nicole pricking her anus with a middle finger while biting down on her nipple not caring that the redhead rested all her bodyweight over her lap. Even though talking about weight among women was not only taboo, it was borderline illegal yet Nicole playfully commented if she had put on an extra pound.
“My tits just got bigger”- Jazz teased while holding her massive lumps.
“Aren’t you the greedy one”- Nicole shot back feeling a bit jealous.
The two then up and stood kissing passionately while fondling each other’s privates, pieces of clothes fell on the ground one after another until both laid naked over the bed. Despite Jazz being taller and slightly more muscular, she liked being on the bottom, to be touched and kiss rather than taking a more active role. Nicole gently placed her crotch straight onto the redhead’s face who looked at the wet vagina like a hungry dog, all sense of modesty had long vanished.
Sixty-nine was their most preferred position as both could pleasure each other at equal measures, though, Jazz was a fast learner and could make Nicole orgasm much sooner forcing the girl to speed up her movement while trying to control her climax, the redhead moaned loudly as her best friend bite down on her clitoris finally bringing climax. The two then started to kiss one another not being bothered by the cunt juice that drenched their mouths.
Their tongues wrestled with one another as if trying to gain control, to dominate each other. Jazz returned the initial gesture by shoving her long figure up her best friend’s rear making her yelp, her moans had to be the cutest Jazz had ever heard, aside from Youngblood. The redhead lay on the bed with her legs spread wide apart as Nicole shoved two fingers while licking the clitoris, she knew her best friend had used her backdoor as well hence shoving a finger into Jazz’s anus. Nicole recalled a few times that Jazz told her about doing anal which kindly surprised her, as she had never imagined it was possible outside a porn movie, it was then a prideful expression came upon her face as she made her friend cum, there was no more fuel left in her tank.
“How does it feel to have sex with a man?”- Nicole genuinely asked falling on her back over the mattress. “The thing is that I’ve had some… wet dreams… you know with celebrities… and stuff… with the Phantom…”- Nicole trailed off.
Jazz couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of her friend and lover having romantic feelings toward the town superhero, there were plenty of teenagers who got really wet just by thinking about the lone hero that hunted down criminals across town, not even Nicole was impervious to his charm. Jazz was almost tempted to tell her about having pop Taylor’s cherry, but considered it in poor taste, as it would unavoidably lead to an argument.
“Hard to explain, you feel him going inside of you, pushing your inners to the sides while making you feel incredibly good”- Jazz said in a dreamy voice. “I guess that depends on the person. Some feel it too much while others don’t feel much at all”- the redhead continued.
“Hey, have you ever been double penetrated?”- Nicole asked completely out of the blue in a rather casual manner that seemed slightly disturbing.
“No… it’s always with one guy. Every so often, though, I’m tempted to do a threesome.”- Jazz replied rolling on her side while winking at her bestie.
“What sort of threesome do you have in mind?” Nicole nibbled on Jazz’s bottom lip. “I… I don’t usually look at men that way, but every once in a while. . . I think about doing it.” She hated the way so many men looked at her lover, treating her as a piece of meat. Yet a small part of her was jealous, given she’d rarely received any male attention. However, what she refused to do is have her first time with a man be some disgusting pig who saw her as something to get off with.
“Knew you had that hidden naughty side.” Jazz flipped them over, pinning Nicole to the bed. She’d bought a few sex toys but wasn’t sure if her friend was ready for that yet. “Don’t worry: if I ever have a threesome, I promise not to leave you out.”
She considered bringing the topic up to Tristan, imagining the way he’d light up at experiencing a universal male fantasy. He’d learned how to touch a woman and cared about his lover’s pleasure, something Nicole would need to be comfortable. She wanted Nicole to experience all kinds of pleasures rather than settling with one, most girls with similar upbringing grew to regret not trying different things mainly due to family pressures to marrying young and popping babies out, as if that were their only true value, ironically, it was other women who enforced this belief.
“Come on, let’s get ourselves cleaned up. Got to look respectable to the outside world.” Jazz climbed off the bed and led them into the shower.
(XXXXX)
Jazz looked herself over a final time, waiting for Tristan at their usual motel. She’d already come during her dalliance with Nicole, but while her friend was enthusiastic, she didn’t have the ability to keep up with her. She made sure her push-up bra was in place, already wet in anticipation. Several minutes later, she recognized Tristan’s vehicle driving in. The “Pig Pen” had only a few rooms vacant, but few people ever asked questions at that place. Jazz jumped out of her vehicle, waiting impatiently for Tristan to climb out of his vehicle. The moment he did, Jazz jumped into his arms, leaving kisses all over his mouth and face. She wasn’t working as much at the club as she had been, between her personal life and studying for finals, but still had plenty of funds. She held Tristan with all his strength, thinking of how he felt inside her, beautiful blue eyes gazing above her.
“What’s going on, Jazz?” Tristan’s eyes darted around, lacking the enthusiasm she’d expected. “Are you okay?”
“You’re here, so why wouldn’t I be?” Jazz smirked. “I’ve already got a room for the entire night, brought my books so I can study while you’re recovering… though I won’t be doing too much studying.”
Tristan shielded her body with his own, Jazz not understanding any of his behavior. He muttered something she couldn’t make out, face contorted in fear. He took several deep breaths, leaning against his car, which was in far poorer condition than her own.
“Jazz, I… your ex-boyfriend contacted me.” A concerned gaze looked over her body.
“What the fuck did he want?” Jazz’s hands balled into fists. It was bad enough he’d arrived at the club and smacked her; now he tried to threaten Tristan.
“He showed me something, something I wasn’t aware of before.” Jazz noted the fear in his face, mixed with anger. She glanced down, seeing no hint of his usual arousal. Tristan pulled out a cell phone, messing with the screen while doing everything in his power to look away. “Best if I just show you.”
Jazz yanked the cell phone out of his hand, seeing hundreds of photos and dozens of videos in its databank. Pictures of her nude body, standing or lying next to one of the men she’d taken to the hotel in the past. She recognized Daniel, Sydney, and a couple of others, gripping the phone hard enough to form cracks in the screen. That piece of shit even recorded her! How long had Tom been doing this?! I swear to God, I’ll make him pay for this! She didn’t have the same knowledge of the law that Danny had, but this was stalking and harassment, at the very least. She was going to wrap her hands around his throat, shove her foot up his ass, before having him dragged straight to jail! How could she ever have had feelings for that prick?
“Look, Jazz… I’m not someone who really knows how to protect others, but my dad’s was the chief of police, and still has a lot of connections.” Tristan brushed her hair aside. “We can go to him and they can shut down that bastard’s entire operation. You won’t have to perform for them again.” The man offered getting agitated by the second.
“What are you talking about?”- the redhead asked bewildered.
“I’ve heard a few stories in my time, women forced or blackmailed into prostitution. It’s got to be a nightmare for you, but I promise, it’s over now. You’ll be okay.” Tristan held her in a desperate grip, tears forming in his eyes.
“He thinks I’m being forced into this?”- Jazz thought. Even after seeing concrete proof, Tristan didn’t want to believe she’d been sleeping around on him. Part of her considered going along with it, knowing his heart would shatter if the truth was discovered. He’d hate her for it, and she’d deserve it all.
“Tristan, I…” Jazz hated every word, but however tempting it was, couldn’t keep the deception. “You really are so sweet, you know?” She wiped her own eyes, her lover falling far deeper for her than she realized. He’d never seen her as a mere sexual partner, even at the beginning. “I’m so sorry, but… you’ve got all this wrong. I… I wasn’t being pressured to do this. Quite the opposite; Vlad would have fired me if he learned of this.” She babbled out everything all at once, tears streaming down her face, praying Tristan wouldn’t hate her for this.
Tristan took a step back, his previous concern morphing into fury. On some level, he’d known the truth. He merely didn’t want to confront it. “I never meant a damn thing to you, did it?” His voice turned to ice, moving several feet away from Jazz.
“Of course, you did!” Jazz pleaded, not bothering to wipe away her tears this time. “I’m always thinking about you when you’re not there, wanting to be in your arms or....”
“Seems I’m not the only one you found comfort in.” He flashed the cell phone to her, turning on one of the videos. She cringed at the sound of her moaning, making out Sydney taking her from behind. “Was this some sort of game all along, did you play with my emotions?” Tristan added feeling his soul ripped out.
“It’s nothing like that…” How could she make him understand? He’d just been a decent client at first, but even then, she often looked for him at the club, her mood improving just at the sight of him.
“I have. . . twenty-one videos telling me otherwise.” Tristan’s eyes narrowed. “I am nothing, and was nothing, so far as you’re concerned, else you wouldn’t have strung me along. So, who came up with this prank? Your friends must have wanted a good laugh, took some sap’s virginity, and made him think he was actually important…”
“Tristan, please, how could you think this? You’re the only one I’m interested in now.” She didn’t mention Nicole. “Why…”
“IT’S MY LIFE’S EXPERIENCE!” All throughout his life, every girl and woman who ever claimed to have feelings for him, strung him on. All for a good joke, a laugh, or dumping him when someone hotter came along, as his former best friend had. There Jazz was, being friendly, loving his company, developing feelings for him. . . or so he’d thought. “For some God-forsaken reason, I convinced myself you were different, that we had something here. That maybe, just maybe, a woman could actually love me. Hmm, should have known better. Not like I don’t have plenty of examples.”
Jazz shrunk away from the anger and self-loathing in his voice. She’d known it was wrong, but it hadn’t stopped her from doing it. “I’m sorry, Tristan… things got a little out of control.”
“Oh, I’m sure they did.” His voice turned even colder, something Jazz hadn’t considered possible. “Well, the joke’s on me, ha ha. Go ahead, have a good laugh with your friends about someone who was stupid enough to think any woman could like him. Here.” Tristan tossed Jazz Tom’s phone. “Enjoy the mementos too. You won’t be hearing from me again.” He marched off, head sunk in defeat and depression.

“What the hell have I done?” Jazz retreated to her car and cried, the heartbreak in Tristan’s voice shattering her soul.

(XXXXX)
The sound of music boomed across the club as laser lights appeared and disappeared all around, several women danced over the stage their figures slightly blurred due to the large plums of cigarette smoke coming from many tables around. It was at backstage that Jazz sat down in front of her beauty mirror, trying to ignore the cigar smoke that combine with the fragrance of both cheap and expensive perfumes, she was already used to it but was never interested in smoking herself.
“Heard your boyfriend dumped you, Jazz.” Paulina wore a falsely-sympathetic face, but her eyes were gleeful. The other dances were already on stage or giving dances, leaving the two of them alone. “So he finally found out you were sleeping around?”
“Go away, Paulina.” Jazz sat in her chair, not wanting to deal with the outside world. The last few nights, she’d made less than half of what she normally did, unable to muster up the same enthusiasm.
“How sad, him discovering the whore you really are.” Paulina crossed her arms, standing right in front of Jazz. “And here you said you were too smart and too kind to ever do anything like that. My, I didn’t think you had it in you. Was it fun, seeing the way he was crushed? Admit it, part of you enjoyed the power you had over him.”
Jazz swore she wouldn’t cry, not in front of Paulina. She wouldn’t give the Latina that satisfaction. “Like you’re one to talk.”
“Vlad must be proud of his darling niece.” Pauling continued to push. “Oh, yes, I know all about him being your parents’ best friend. How would your family react to learning you’re a whore? Still can’t believe that loser became a detective. Who’d you have to sleep with to make that happen?” Hands on her hips, she laughed as loud as she could, the cruel sound of her voice drowned out by the music outside.
Jazz thumped her fingers on the table, eyes tightly closed, struggling to keep tears out of her eyes. “This is truly all you have, isn’t it?” She spat, getting to her feet. “You’ve got nothing else to do because tearing others down is the only way you have to feel big.” Her strength grew as she spoke. “Yeah, you’re pretty, guys want you, but so what? You’ve got nothing else, Paulina, no other source of value.”
“This is pathetic, Jazz, the way you’re crying over some…” Paulina muttered.
“More than once, all I’ve wanted to do is smack that pretty face of yours.” Jazz’s eyes dried, allowing her to open them. “But why should I? You’re not worth the energy. This is all you have, Paulina, something for men to get their rocks off. We’re not teenagers anymore, but you cling to your status as Queen Bee because it’s all you’ve got.” A vicious smirk crossed her face. “You have nothing. You are nothing. You did nothing, thinking all you had to do was smile, bat your eyelashes, and you’d have everything handed to you.”
Paulina stepped away, an act that gave her great pleasure. After her heartbreak and the constant torment Paulina put her through, Jazz didn’t bother holding back. “You think the men you perform sex acts for give a damn about you? You wouldn’t be here if you had any better options, and you know it. It’s all downhill from here, sweetheart. Other girls. . . they’ll move on, start careers, start families. You? You could have made friends here, but you decided to tear us down instead because that’s all you’ve ever known. You’ll remain here, an empty, pathetic shell, showing off your body, performing sex acts, until you become a shriveled, used-up, diseased shell that no one’s ever going to want or love.
“So, laugh if you want, say whatever you like to me, go back to your customers. I have a brain; I have friends that genuinely care for me. Where’s Star? Or Dash? Or anyone?” Paulina turned away, lip quivering. “Have a pleasant night, Paulina.” The Latina ran out of the stage in tears, arm spread across her face.
Jazz wore a brief smirk before her misery returned. She needed a break before dancing again. Every time she went out there, she looked for Tristan, hoping against hope she’d see him. She’d sent dozens of texts, begging for forgiveness, but never got a response. He hadn’t blocked her, though, so maybe that was something.
She put on her makeup, having to redo it thanks to her constant crying. “Hey, you all right, babe?” Nikki caught her attention with a small smile, looking the younger woman over. “You’re on stage next, you know.”
“I’m...” Jazz wanted to say “fine” but after days of alternating between crying her eyes out, burying her sorrows in trysts with Nicole, and studying for finals in her spare time, she no longer possessed the strength to do it. “Am I like Paulina?” Jazz asked, glancing out the curtains.
“I saw her run out of the building and for once, she didn’t bring a man with her,” Nikki commented. “I’ve never seen her turn down any opportunity to show off what she has.” She chuckled. “What did you say to her, anyway?”
“Nothing that isn’t true about me.” Jazz buried her face in her hands, makeup be damned.
“Why would you ever think that?” Nikki sat down, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “I promise, you’re nothing like that bitch, so don’t ever think otherwise.”
Jazz had done everything possible to convince herself of it, but Tristan’s furious, heartbroken expression never left her mind. Paulina slept around with her clients and as much as she’d mocked the Latina for it, she’d ended up doing the same thing. “I lied to him.”
“What are you talking about?” Nikki pulled her closer.
“I told you what was going on, but there were a few things I left out. You know I met with Tristan whenever I had time, but. . . I didn’t tell him he wasn’t the only one. I was jealous when he so much as spoke to another girl while I slept with several others. A few days ago, he found out and... doesn’t want to speak to me anymore.” So much for being too smart to fall into that lifestyle.
“I’ll be blunt with you, Jazz: you were a real bitch doing that,” Nikki confirmed her fears. A couple of the other girls looked in their direction, but nobody said anything. Apart from Paulina, they did what they could to support one another. “But the fact you’re crying your eyes out tells me you’re nothing like Paulina!” Nikki scoffed. “You think she’s ever felt guilt for anything?”
“It didn’t stop me.” Jazz wiped her tears away, smearing the makeup around her face. Let the clients see; she doubted many of them cared, long as she performed for them.
“Paulina’s empty inside, and we both know it. Remember that time when a bunch of schoolboys sneaked in and she danced for them until you called security and had kicked out.”- Nikki recalled with amusement as the Latina made a scene for ruining her best sale. “You went to school with her, right?” Nikki said.
“Yeah.” She’d once diagnosed Paulina with Narcissistic Personality Disorder from her psychology textbooks. Jazz wasn’t a professional yet, but doubted she was far off the mark. “Hasn’t changed a bit since then.”
“Well, being Queen Bee in high school was all she had. Her beauty’s artificial and I’ve seen her drunk more times than I care to remember. Much as I can’t stand her, I pity the girl once in a while. It’s downhill for her and even she knows it. But you’re working hard every day, pursuing your dreams, and gaining your independence. I promise you’re nothing like her.” Nikki kissed her cheek.
“That’s what I told her, you know. That she has nothing and can’t bear to look at herself.” Under other circumstances, she’d have felt guilty for tearing into someone like that. But Paulina had pushed too far, too often, rubbing salt in her wounds at every opportunity.
“I’ve never seen her so upset.” Nikki massaged one of Jazz’s shoulders. “That’s not something you need to feel guilty about, though. Now she knows what it’s like being on the receiving end.”
Jazz fell silent for a couple of minutes, taking in her words. “You’re the only person I’ve been able to talk to about this.” Her parents would be disappointed, Danny would be threatening to beat Tristan to a pulp, Nicole saw him as competition, and Barbie was too busy with finals to think about anything else.
“Don’t those psychology books go into detail about how bottling things up only leads to more pain in the long run?” Nikki held her close, waving off Renaldo who peeked in to wonder what was keeping Jazz.
“Yeah.” Jazz smiled in spite of herself. “Easier to say when it’s not you.”
“Look, Jazz, maybe you should take the night off. This job can wear on you and you need a day or two to get it together. Don’t worry, I’ll speak to Vlad.”
“I’ve learned better than to argue with you. But don’t worry, I’ll ask Vlad myself.” Jazz playfully rolled her eyes, getting to her feet. Her heart remained heavy but less so than before speaking to Nikki. “Have fun with all the sick perverts drooling over your body.” Jazz winked.
“What would I do with myself if I wasn’t pandering to the male gaze?” Nikki patted her butt affectionately. “Besides, with you gone, I won’t have any other dancers showing me up.”
“I’ll be right back to show you up in a few days, so best enjoy it.” It amazed her how a single conversation helped her far more than crying and consulting her psychology textbooks.
Jazz knocked on her uncle’s office door who welcomed her with a bright smile though diverted his eyes as he despite all the time the redhead was working in his club wasn’t used to seeing her in a G-string with a pair of nipple plasters, it was cute in a matter of speaking and made Jazz feel at ease knowing that her uncle wasn’t a sick pervert. She got herself dressed and walked out the back door. It was technically the emergency exit, but she had a hard time caring about getting in any trouble. Wasn’t as if she hadn’t done more than enough to get fired already, should Vlad find out about her activities.
How things spiraled out of control so quickly, she didn’t know. It had been a simple plan: work as a dancer for a semester or two, pay her way through school, and perhaps learn a bit more about human behavior over the course of her job. Nikki had warned her on the first day what would happen, but she considered herself too intelligent to ever get sucked into something so crazy. Jazz climbed into her car, wiping the makeup off her face. She looked up at the cameras in the parking lot, knowing Vlad was aware of her departure. She was technically an “independent contractor”, not an employee. Her conversation with Nikki had helped, but she still couldn’t muster up the energy to be around anyone else right now.
When had she started falling for Tristan? After a few dances? Perhaps from the moment, their eyes met, even. Jazz had always scoffed at “love at first sight” scenarios, but it was the best way she possessed to describe what had happened. Not that it stopped her from enjoying the company of other men. While the money had been part of it, there was a certain thrill in seeing men enjoy her body, burying themselves inside her while she moaned underneath them. After Tom, she hadn’t realized how amazing sex could truly be.
Jazz droves home in silence, almost forgetting to turn on her headlights. Few were on the road or streets and those who were kept to themselves, spending as much time under the streetlights as they could. She ran two red lights, her thoughts too preoccupied with the events of the last couple of months. Nicole, Daniel, Sydney, Youngblood, Tristan… she’d had more sex in the past two months than over a period of years. She headed back to the home in silence, even though the neighborhood was safe, Danny had cautioned her, due to a couple of recent cases of sexual assault he’d been assigned to. He hadn’t wanted to go into any more detail. Jazz kept a wary eye on her surroundings, given Dash had already attacked her at the house. Tom might have been out there as well, though she didn’t fear him.
“I see him again, I’ll wrap my hands around his neck!” the girl mentally yelled.
Her ex-boyfriend had been recording her for weeks because he couldn’t get over the fact, that she ended the relationship and ruined what she had because he couldn’t see her happy. Looking back, Jazz wasn’t sure whether it could be called happiness or merely letting all her long-repressed inhibitions. That he’d recorded her didn’t take away from the fact she’d lied to Tristan about her lifestyle, she knew that she didn’t need to justify herself, but it wasn’t exactly fair to keep him in the dark all things considered. Jazz headed into her house without a word. Despite the darkness, she had no trouble finding the couch, knowing the location of everything by heart.
She began typing a message: “Tristan, please, I’m really sorry about everything. Can we meet up so I can talk to you in person? If you don’t want to see me anymore, just tell me. Being left in limbo is tearing me apart.” Jazz added three tear emoticons to the end of the text before sending it. Assuming she ever heard back, she’d have to find some way to make things up to him. Jazz crawled into bed, finals less than two weeks away, but she’d barely studied the last few days. Maybe things would be better tomorrow.
To be continued.
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