"Pleasuring Women.. and Men 1/?"
By VinylNoMiko (vinylnomiko@hotmail.com), Half-Pint is the next chappie
Disclaimers: Us?? Own Newsies? HAH!
Warnings: SLASH, Jack/Spot, author inserts, humor, romance, fluff, OOC
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Spot sighed, walking into the building. He hated teaching seminars. He didn't understand the point of this, experience was the best teacher, but he did it anyway. Pay was good, and pimp cane cleaner was expensive. Pimping was an expensive habit, and a damn hard one too, but someone had to do it.
What would the world be without pimps? Surely not as wonderful.
Spot sighed again, picked up his bag, and pimp walked into "The Newsies School For Pleasuring Women".
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Jack groaned. He didn't see the point of this, but apparently his girlfriend did. She claimed he wasn't nearly satisfactory in the sack and needed lessons. She had conspired with one of her friends and had gotten him a scholarship to "The Newsies School For Pleasuring Women".
Jack rolled his eyes. This was lame and he was late. He ran inside, and ran into an innocent pimper nearby. "Whoa, he must be a teacher!" Jack thought, admiring the pimp cane, and pimpin jacket this guy was wearing. "Ssssorry, sir!!"
"It's okay," he replied. "I was once young, horny, and inexperienced too. My name is Spot."
"Spot Conlon?"
He grab a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Heard of me?"
"You are an awesome pimp walker, sir. My girlfriend says she slept with you because of your rockin moves."
"Mmmh, I'm amazing, I know. What's her name?"
"Vinyl."
"Ohh, her," Spot's eyes glazed a bit. "She is awfully sexay."
"Um. Thanks."
Spot stared at the wall for a minute before snapping back. "Right. Um. You have a girlfriend, then why are you here?"
"Well, she says I don't satisfy her needs.."
"A pretty thing like you?" Spot asked, walking around in circles around Jack. "You show promise. I'll take you in my advanced class. And I'll give you private lesson. Oh yes, Vinyl, I remember that ass."
Spot walked down the hall, Jack following close behind.
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"Hello sexy!" the class greeted Spot.
"G'morning you devilishly beautiful angel you. So, who's got a new pick-up line that worked?"
Everyone looked around, and a single hand was raised.
"Specs?"
"Well, I met this hot chick last night and I said: 'Hey, hot chicka, let's screw the cheesy pick up lines and screw each other.' And she said yes."
"Was it your mother?" Race called out in the back.
Specs blushed. "Yes!! Wait- No!!"
"Okay, Specs, sit down," Specs complied quickly. "Okay, boys, we have a new student today, meet Jack."
"Hey baby, wanna fuck?" Greeted the class.
"Um, thanks?" Jack sat down and Spot continued.
"Okay, I got some local girls to agree for you to woo, but unfortunately I'll have to partner Jack since I don't have a girl for him. So, ladies, come in."
Eight girls entered the room. Race immediately grabbed a girl in the back. "Darling, you look sexy as always."
Half-Pint smirked, long blond hair falling over her shoulders. "Race, we're supposed to pretend we haven't met."
"That would be like lying to my heart!" Race exclaimed putting a hand to his chest.
Half-Pint pondered. "You're getting better... how about bigger?"
A blue-haired girl scanned the boys. She paused, in thought and grabbed one she liked. "I'm Bitter."
"About what? My name is Mush."
"No, that's my name."
He grabbed her arm, "I hope I can make you happier, my bitter baby."
She sighed. "You'll suffice."
A black haired girl watched the ceiling as a sobbing Skitterey pleaded with her. "Three.. take me back!!"
"For the time being. Romance me enough and I might take you back."
Spot shook his head. Skitterey should be in an easier class. These girls were eating him alive.
Dutchy stared at his silver haired angel. He gulped. "Are those space pants.. cause, cause, your ass is out of this world!"
Chel, his angel, smirked. "I know it is."
Once all the guys had found a girl, Spot resumed teaching.
"We did lines yesterday, so today is going to be how to dance with someone. Okay, first, put your hands around their waist, and slide them down a bit and rest them right above the ass," Spot said, Jack following his instructions. "Make eye contact." Spot and Jack made eye contact. "Lean in, brush noses, and gently kiss his/her lips." Jack followed Spot's instructions, and Spot found himself caught up in the moment, like a stupid girl. Spot shook his head, convincing himself it was just good acting on his part.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" yelled a bitchy voice from the doorway.
-End Part One-
By VinylNoMiko (vinylnomiko@hotmail.com), Half-Pint is the next chappie
Disclaimers: Us?? Own Newsies? HAH!
Warnings: SLASH, Jack/Spot, author inserts, humor, romance, fluff, OOC
----
Spot sighed, walking into the building. He hated teaching seminars. He didn't understand the point of this, experience was the best teacher, but he did it anyway. Pay was good, and pimp cane cleaner was expensive. Pimping was an expensive habit, and a damn hard one too, but someone had to do it.
What would the world be without pimps? Surely not as wonderful.
Spot sighed again, picked up his bag, and pimp walked into "The Newsies School For Pleasuring Women".
---
Jack groaned. He didn't see the point of this, but apparently his girlfriend did. She claimed he wasn't nearly satisfactory in the sack and needed lessons. She had conspired with one of her friends and had gotten him a scholarship to "The Newsies School For Pleasuring Women".
Jack rolled his eyes. This was lame and he was late. He ran inside, and ran into an innocent pimper nearby. "Whoa, he must be a teacher!" Jack thought, admiring the pimp cane, and pimpin jacket this guy was wearing. "Ssssorry, sir!!"
"It's okay," he replied. "I was once young, horny, and inexperienced too. My name is Spot."
"Spot Conlon?"
He grab a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Heard of me?"
"You are an awesome pimp walker, sir. My girlfriend says she slept with you because of your rockin moves."
"Mmmh, I'm amazing, I know. What's her name?"
"Vinyl."
"Ohh, her," Spot's eyes glazed a bit. "She is awfully sexay."
"Um. Thanks."
Spot stared at the wall for a minute before snapping back. "Right. Um. You have a girlfriend, then why are you here?"
"Well, she says I don't satisfy her needs.."
"A pretty thing like you?" Spot asked, walking around in circles around Jack. "You show promise. I'll take you in my advanced class. And I'll give you private lesson. Oh yes, Vinyl, I remember that ass."
Spot walked down the hall, Jack following close behind.
----
"Hello sexy!" the class greeted Spot.
"G'morning you devilishly beautiful angel you. So, who's got a new pick-up line that worked?"
Everyone looked around, and a single hand was raised.
"Specs?"
"Well, I met this hot chick last night and I said: 'Hey, hot chicka, let's screw the cheesy pick up lines and screw each other.' And she said yes."
"Was it your mother?" Race called out in the back.
Specs blushed. "Yes!! Wait- No!!"
"Okay, Specs, sit down," Specs complied quickly. "Okay, boys, we have a new student today, meet Jack."
"Hey baby, wanna fuck?" Greeted the class.
"Um, thanks?" Jack sat down and Spot continued.
"Okay, I got some local girls to agree for you to woo, but unfortunately I'll have to partner Jack since I don't have a girl for him. So, ladies, come in."
Eight girls entered the room. Race immediately grabbed a girl in the back. "Darling, you look sexy as always."
Half-Pint smirked, long blond hair falling over her shoulders. "Race, we're supposed to pretend we haven't met."
"That would be like lying to my heart!" Race exclaimed putting a hand to his chest.
Half-Pint pondered. "You're getting better... how about bigger?"
A blue-haired girl scanned the boys. She paused, in thought and grabbed one she liked. "I'm Bitter."
"About what? My name is Mush."
"No, that's my name."
He grabbed her arm, "I hope I can make you happier, my bitter baby."
She sighed. "You'll suffice."
A black haired girl watched the ceiling as a sobbing Skitterey pleaded with her. "Three.. take me back!!"
"For the time being. Romance me enough and I might take you back."
Spot shook his head. Skitterey should be in an easier class. These girls were eating him alive.
Dutchy stared at his silver haired angel. He gulped. "Are those space pants.. cause, cause, your ass is out of this world!"
Chel, his angel, smirked. "I know it is."
Once all the guys had found a girl, Spot resumed teaching.
"We did lines yesterday, so today is going to be how to dance with someone. Okay, first, put your hands around their waist, and slide them down a bit and rest them right above the ass," Spot said, Jack following his instructions. "Make eye contact." Spot and Jack made eye contact. "Lean in, brush noses, and gently kiss his/her lips." Jack followed Spot's instructions, and Spot found himself caught up in the moment, like a stupid girl. Spot shook his head, convincing himself it was just good acting on his part.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" yelled a bitchy voice from the doorway.
-End Part One-