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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 9, where Alejandro is introduced and the first part of the heist goes down! Thanks again to Knute for creating the character of Ian (There will be a little more revealed about him when Phase Three of the heist happens) and SkorpionQueen012 for re-inspiring me to add about Chris boasting to Duncan about Courtney. I will be revealing my "Nights in White Satin" playlist at some point. I recently heard the new Eminem song "Survival" featuring Liz Rodrigues on SNL. It's the theme to the newest Call of Duty game, but I think it would work perfectly for this story as well! If anybody has any other song suggestions, let me know!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN OR WE OWN IT. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, 2 CHAINS AND WIZ KALIFA, AND FAST AND FURIOUS SIX, 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 Nine: Phase One/The Shill
The Tainted Kitty, 6:00PM, Saturday, December 6th
It was a quiet evening at the strip club. No rowdy customers, no arguments, no drama, but who knew what the night held in store? Courtney sat at her vanity, painting her nails a pretty coral color, it looked stunning with her skin tone. She didn't even notice Heather walking in.
"Hello, everyone!" She was rather chipper.
"Girl, where have you been? We haven't seen you since Thursday night!" LeShawna asked, always the busybody.
"Oh, I took a day to myself. I earned it." Translation: She was sleeping off her latest coke bender.
"You can't not show up when you don't feel like it." Dakota said.
"Yeah, Chris was really mad, Heather. I'd change my attitude if I were you, or you might get fired." Lindsay chimed in.
Heather shot her a glare that could have been shooting daggers instead. "I'd get a new brain if I were you, because the one you have now is making you an airhead!" That certainly shut her up. Heather grabbed an outfit from the rack. "Besides, I was too distracted after I took home your Sons of Anarchy wannabe, Dakota." She grinned sinfully, she knew it would piss her off, but Dakota simply shrugged.
"That's ok. Like I said, I'd find somebody better, and I did! His name is Sam. He's not the hottest guy, but he's cute in a nerdy kind of way. He's a total video game addict, that almost goes hand in hand with my texting obsession! I haven't told you the best part yet: He's crazy about me!" Dakota walked around to Heather, leaning in. "I hope you had fu-un." She spoke in a sing song fashion, which clearly annoyed Heather. She thought Dakota would be pissed off, she didn't know that it was Courtney who was disturbed by the news.
"You slept with Duncan?" She asked, painting the top coat on her nails. Heather beamed.
"Yep. It was almost too easy, he gave in to my every command. It wasn't worth it, because he was the worst lay of my life." Courtney had no clue if Heather was telling the truth or not, she did leave shortly after Duncan was thrown out. She was a little hurt but it didn't matter. They were both assholes, they belonged together, but what if he wasn't? "You're not jealous, are you?"
"Huh?" Courtney was brought back to the real world. She scoffed. "Hell no! He's a barbaric jackass, who I have absolutely no interest in. Like I said, I hope you didn't catch something."
Heather laughed. "Don't worry, I didn't. He could barely get it up. I don't waste my time with limp dicks." She walked out and into the bathroom. Courtney assumed their hookup was a little predictable, but was Duncan really bad in bed? He didn't look like he'd be, not that she would know, or ever find out. If only she knew how things had really gone down…
The Smoking Gun, 11:00PM
The Smoking Gun wasn't too crowded for a Saturday night. It was a huge space, connected to The Tainted Kitty, but it's décor was in red. Red velvet walls, burgundy chairs and lamps, the whole place was dimly lit. Sometimes, Chris had the girls alternate between there and The Tainted Kitty. He loved it, it saved him from having double the staff and double the pay.
Geoff sat in one of the plush chairs, nervously tapping his leg, waiting for Alejandro. He knew they only had one shot to do this. Tyler was such a klutz, would he be able to pull it off? If he didn't, he'd have a guaranteed ass beating from Duncan if not Jo and Eva. Chris wouldn't want to ruin his manicure. Geoff forced a smile on his face when he saw Alejandro walk in with his body guards. Alejandro Barboza was definitely a man that most people did a double take over. 5"11, with dark olive skin and olive green eyes, light chestnut hair in a shaggy cut almost to his shoulders, and a body that was toned and muscled to perfection. He wore a white tank top underneath a red shirt and grey jeans with black boots. His body guards, on the other hand, looked like they belonged on the side of the road than protecting an international kingpin. One was a redhead that wore a grubby tank top and jeans with combat boots. The other one was a shorter stocky guy that looked semi-well built and wore tan cargo pants with a white shirt and black vest with the hoodie up, hiding his ombre white to green tipped hair. There was a third male, who looked more to fit the bodyguard profile, but he stayed in the back of the club.
"Alejandro!" Geoff shouted, as he stood up to greet him.
"Geoff, never a dull moment." They greeted each other with a firm handshake. "You remember my bodyguards, Scott and Ian." The two men nodded to Geoff.
"I do, why don't we take a seat, order up some brandies and Cubans?"
"Perfect, I need it after the week I've had." The two sat while the body guards went to the bar. Duncan watched the whole scene from Chris' office, which, like the strip club, also had a one way glass window. They had hidden an ear piece in Geoff's cowboy hat, which provided them with the whole conversation.
"Ok, he just got here, we have to wait for the signal." Duncan turned to Chris, who was going over paperwork.
"Yep. Take as long as you need." This guy was a mooch, Duncan hated mooches.
"Of course, as long as you don't get off your ass and make a contribution, Your Royal Doucheness."
Chris looked over at Duncan. "Ha ha. Very funny. Did we go back to middle school to grab that one liner?" He got up in Duncan's face. "I have made a contribution, numskull. Without me, there'd be no heist. You're going to be $20 million richer because of me, The Royal Doucheness, so you better start showing me respect."
Duncan wanted nothing more than to haul off a sucker punch on him. "You'll have to earn it. You'd have no heist without me, remember that. We're going to get nowhere being at each other's throats. Let's drop this all and focus on the big picture, because if Tyler blows this, we're all majestically fucked."
"You got it, way to keep your eye on the prize. I like it." Chris walked back to his desk. Duncan looked out the window and rearranged the ear piece in order to pick up everything clearly.
"So, what's new and exciting, bro?" Geoff was hoping this wouldn't take much longer. He had plans with Bridgette later in the night, but he was nervous about things going smoothly.
After Alejandro was done oggling Katie's shapely legs, he answered Geoff. "Nothing much, jet setting the world, making investments, managing my businesses. I have something going on all around the world. Hotels in South America, clothing boutiques in Europe and Asia, restaurants in Australia, even a hospital in Africa and an eco friendly fur based clothing line in Antarctica, not to mention my nightclubs in North America."
While Alejandro was boasting, Duncan couldn't believe his ears. He turned back to Chris. "Diamonds? This guy has a freaking empire that's only growing larger! We could have done global heists in all of these spots, it'd be more money than we'd even know what to do with, and all you care about is diamonds?!"
Chris looked over. "Of course I've thought about it, Duncan. Where's the fun in that? It'd be almost too easy. These are black diamonds, incredibly rare and making a comeback, gotta strike while the iron is hot." He supposed a valid point had been made…
"Wow, dude! That's freaking awesome! You're a genius!"
Alejandro laughed. "I am, but I still can't get one thing done."
Geoff gave a quizzical look. "Oh, what's that?" He already knew what it was, but had to act clueless.
"I inherited this diamond mine in Brazil from a distant uncle. $80 million worth."
"HOLY SHIT!" Geoff shouted, which caused everybody in the club to look over at them. Alejandro gave him a glare. "Sorry." He squeaked out. Alejandro continued like the little outburst had never even occurred.
"Back to what I was saying. $80 million in black diamonds. I shut down the mine, but I have the rocks. Black diamonds aren't a gem you can find in any jewelry store, they're only sold by exclusive jewelers. I've been contacted by some of the top brands, but none of them want to buy for asking price. Harry Winston only offered $30 million, the closet was DeBeers with $50 million. They're the most prestigious diamond traders, you'd think they'd pay top dollar for black diamonds. I'm stubborn, like the bull around my neck." He pulled at his gold necklace that had a bull head as the pendant. "There's no way I'm going a dollar below. I'm a man who gets what I want, no exceptions. It's what I've become accustomed to, and it's how I'll continue to be until the day I die."
"Alright, that's our cue." Duncan sent a group text to Geoff and Tyler. Geoff glanced down at his phone. NOW. Alejandro was distracted by Katie bringing him another brandy, Geoff hid his phone before he could catch on.
"I don't blame you, I'd want the full monty! Best of luck, to you!" He raised his glass, clinking it with Alejandro's.
"What? Are you serious?! NO! WAY! NO FREAKING WAY!"
Everybody once again turned around to see a guy in jeans and a sports coat in the middle of the room, shouting on his phone. "25% more than original cost?! I'M A RICH MAN! WOO-HOO!"
Duncan smirked as he watched Tyler carry on, jumping up and pumping his fists in the air. "He's really selling it, let's hope he doesn't slip up."
"Who knew that being dumped would be the best thing that ever happened to me?! Thanks, Jane. I'll pick it up at the end of the week. Night!" Tyler hung up his phone. Alejandro looked over.
"Wow, he was clearly excited about something. Is he a regular?" Just like Duncan predicted.
"Nope, never seen him before in my life."
Alejandro smiled. "We should ask him to join us. Hey!" he whistled, Tyler turned around and he waved him over. "I see you have a reason to celebrate this evening. Would you like to join us?"
"Sure!" Tyler replied without hesitating.
Duncan nodded, watching Alejandro introduce himself and Geoff to Tyler as they shook hands. "Good work, Tyler. Keep it going."
"What might you be celebrating tonight, my new friend?" Alejandro asked, lighting up another cigar.
"Well, I was coming here to drown my sorrows, I just got dumped by my fiancé."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He feigned sympathy, all he wanted this pinhead to do was get to the point of how he "hit the jackpot."
"Yeah, I was totally bummed, especially when I sold her ring. That phone call I got was from the jeweler's assistant, he sold it for 25% over what I originally paid for! This guy is a genius!"
Alejandro's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "Nice! Way to go, man! Cheers!" Geoff slapped Tyler on the back and they all clinked their glasses, downing their drinks.
"Wow, that's quite a deal. How did you come into contact with this jeweler? I may have some diamonds for him to sell." If he could sell for over-asking price, Alejandro would have it made.
"I don't know about that. I was referred to him by Chris McLean, he owns the club that my ex-fiancé danced at. He felt so bad since she dumped me in front of everybody at the club that he made sure Brady Benson bumped me up to the top of the list!"
"There's a wait list?"
"Yeah, a guy that can make sales like he can is someone that people want to get their hands on. It's a five year wait, by appointment only, but if you know the right person, you're in." Alejandro had found his cash cow, he could finally get rid of those damn diamonds.
"Well, why don't you ask this Chris to set up a meeting? I'm sure he'd be willing to do you another favor." They could all hear the anxiousness in his tone. Duncan grinned, watching it all and Tyler playing dumb, like he had been instructed.
"I don't know. He's really selective and Chris also has a crazy busy schedule, he'd only be able to discuss this over the phone. I lucked out because I had already met him thanks to my ex-girl."
Alejandro sighed, clearly frustrated. As much as he wanted to cause a scene by grabbing this guy by the throat and demanding a meeting, he couldn't. He'd come across a extraordinary opportunity, and he wasn't going to let his irritation get in the way of it. "I suppose that will do. Pass along my number and I'll work out the rest. After all, I am Alejandro Barboza, I've gotten by on persuasions for the most part." He started laughing, Geoff and Tyler reluctantly followed.
"Alright, he took the bait. He's in." Chris said, taking off the earpiece.
Duncan turned around, taking off his earpiece. "Yeah, but we're still in the beginning stages. This phone call has to go smoothly also, or he may walk."
Chris snorted. "I doubt that. Did you hear the apprehension in his voice? He's dying for this."
He had to agree on that, but Duncan knew that people like Alejandro had a tendency to become fickle due to their own arrogance. "You have a point. By the way, do you provide Ketamine in addition to your coke supply?"
Chris looked up at Duncan, utterly confused. "What are you talking about? What the fuck is Ketamine?"
Maybe he didn't give it to her. "It's a legal anesthetic that can also act as date rape drug. Your "Candy Cane Lane" Heather slipped it in my drink and tried to dry fuck me the other night against my will practically." Chris started laughing. "What the fuck is so funny?"
He composed himself. "Nothing, you're saying you were raped? That my Heather drugged you." His ignorance really got on Duncan's nerves.
"More or less, she did rape me. Guys can get raped, too, and not just by other guys."
"Sorry that happened, but I didn't give it to her. I'll have a talk with her."
Duncan scoffed. "Yeah, because your talks go over so well. I'll take it in my own hands." Chris probably didn't do anything more than call them "bad girls" and send them on their way. If only he knew how things had really gone down that first night with Courtney…
"I'd advise against it, but be careful whatever you do. I can't have bruised dancers, champ. Word spreads, and I've got a reputation to uphold. Before I forget, I told Courtney that you were the one that prevented her from getting fired." Duncan's rage over Heather was slightly suppressed over the mention of Courtney's name.
"Really? What'd she say?" He was trying to hide it, but Chris knew that he had it bad for her, formerly his Courtney. Once he was divorced, he'd get her back and finally have the normal family life he'd been dreaming of. If that ever happened…
"Not much, I told her to find a way to thank you some how. You should go over there, I know for a fact that she gets off at 1:30. Besides, it's Racer Night!"
"Racer Night, huh? You and your themes. Alright, I'll go." Duncan was about to leave when Chris decided to spill the beans. He smiled to himself before speaking.
"Oh, FYI, Courtney and I go a long way back, I've known her since she was a kid. She used to be my mistress until my wife got out of jail on attempted robbery."
Duncan started busting up laughing. "WHAT?! YOU and Courtney?!"
Chris frowned. "Yes, me and Courtney. How else would I know that she's an incredibly mind blowing fuck? I taught her everything I know and them some." What an investment that had been. The four years he was with Courtney were his happiest, he wished that Blainely never came back, or at least had the decency to grant him the divorce he wanted. Neither one of them were happy, they hadn't had sex in two years. At least with Courtney, Chris was getting laid twice a day if not more.
Duncan kept laughing. "Yeah, mmhmm, and I fucked that hot chick on The Walking Dead. Just because it's a fantasy doesn't mean I walk around saying it's true. But, you should continue telling yourself whatever you need to hear to keep you sane. I'll see you in a week to make that phone call, we gotta let Alejandro sweat it out." Duncan walked out of the office, having pissed Chris off.
"YOU MOTHER-" but Duncan had slammed the door before he could hear the rest.
The Tainted Kitty, 11:45 pm
Chris hadn't been kidding about Racer Night. The room was temporarily decorated in checkered flag patterns, the girls were doing a group routine to 2 Chains and Wiz Kalifa's "We Own It" from Fast & Furious 6. They all wore pink and black racer uniforms that were cut as shorts, with either a halter top or long sleeved top, and of course had the unanimous checkered flag pattern. Duncan walked in as the chorus started, checking Courtney out. She really knew how to shake her tail feather, snatching up the bills thrown by the hungry horndogs. His concentration on the Hispanic beauty broke when he saw her. Heather. She was getting a lot of attention, too, but not as many bills as Courtney. She's gonna get it. As much as he hated to leave, Duncan had business to take care off. He took one last glance at Courtney and slipped out the back door.
A few minutes later…
"That was The Tainted Kitty Barbettes! You certainly owned it the moment and whenever you shake it, you fine-ass honeys. SHA-BAM!" Lighting's voice echoed throughout the club as the girls exited the stage. Heather was on her way back until she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and an arm wrap around her waist. She gasped into the hand as she was yanked off to the side. Since she was the last one off the stage, nobody saw it. Heather was surprised to see Duncan, who had a vengeful look in his eyes as he slammed her against the wall. She tried to scream against his hand and bite it, but he only pressed it against her mouth harder.
"Make a sound and I'll chop off all your pretty long hair." He threatened, twirling a stand of it in his fingers before violently tugging. She let out a pained squeal, but nodded. He had to have known what she did. "Listen, you fucking whore. You're going to pay for what you did. I knew that Rusty Nail had an unusual taste to it and now I know why, but I wanna hear the words come out of your mouth. Talk." He removed his hand from her mouth.
She glared, she didn't care what she did. "Yeah, I slipped some Ketamine in your drink. What's the big deal? You had a good time, it's still all over the roof of my car!"
"I don't care. What's your problem? You're a hot chick, you shouldn't have a problem getting guys without drugging them." She pushed him off of her, but he still kept her arms pinned down to her sides.
"I never do, but I knew you weren't going to budge. You were practically coming in your pants over that stupid little "Ice Chickie". You're fighting a losing battle with that bitch."
Wrong choice of words, Duncan slammed her back against the wall. "She is not a bitch, don't say that about her again. I'll spare you this time, your bruises will be painful enough. Remember, karma will come back and bite you in the ass for what you did, you disgusting vindictive tramp." Duncan released her and walked off.
Heather folded her arms across her chest. "Ha! You're not my first victim, sweetheart! I've done it before, I'll do it again, and I'll never get caught!" She sauntered off into the dressing room.
WOW, WHAT A BITCH! KARMA WILL BE COMING BACK FOR HEATHER LATER ON IN THE STORY. AS PROMISED, CHAPTER TEN: ATTEMPT AND CONFESSIONS, WILL BE POSTED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! NO FLAMES!
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