She walked up to him and handed him a glass of champagne. It just won't do she thought how well could he really perform if he mopes about like this. She smiled "Oh come now, Jean Pierre, this will be just like old times, we had fun then"
"We also almost got sent to prison for life, then"
"Jean Pierre, please!" she chuckled at what she perceived as a ridiculous statement "we were young then, we were stupid! With all of our experience now, well if a hundred puppies, an army of barn animals, and london's finest just barely stopped Cruella De Vil, then Cruella De Vil and Jean Pierre will be unstoppable!" she flared her hand up in a bombastic manner, with Jean Pierre raising one eyebrow at her farcical hand gestures. Cruella added in her best fake french "Like Bonnie and the Clyded Man!"
Jean Pierre chuckled reluctantly at her mocking tone "Just like, huh? Just because I agreed does not mean I'll have to enjoy it" he said as he straightened up, his brawny exterior shadowed Cruella's small petite frame, and he spoke cautiously "Cruella, we need to be careful. We do this right, not caution to the wind like we used to. We both have too much to lose, and you've already lost some of it when you went to prison. We need to plan"
As Cruella stood in his shadow, his massive frame blocking out the light behind him, muscles flexing and sweat beading down his stone jaw,that feeling creeped back into her. That feeling of rekindlement, of desire. That word had come back into her head. Forbidden. The forbidden feeling of whatever was moving inside of her took control of her intuition, and suddenly she found her hands moving on their own against the soaked fur on Jean Pierre's chest. She looked up at him, seductively
"All this time we've been talking and you're still covered in this filth." she exclaimed "you should change, then we will celebrate our partnership in a more appropriate manner, all of this serious talk is giving me a headache, these mushy feelings are awful for the skin, darling" she said daintily. Jean Pierre realized that he was still wearing the ruined outfit from his show
"Oh yes, how rude of me, excuse me, please"
With that, Cruella, exited his trailer. They must have been in there for some time, the audience had cleared out, the models had left their outfits dangling on the clothes racks, Jean Pierre's attendants no doubt scurried away the minute they were freed from his barrage of screaming.
As Cruella looked around, she could not shake that feeling, it moved through her throat, in the pit of her stomach, and between her loins, electrifying her at the thoughts. Thoughts of what, Cruella could not figure out. She had not felt this before, not that she could remember. As she walked, her thighs rubbing together under her skirt, pulsating her womanhood with joyus lust, she wanted it to go away. She then looked again at the rack of outfits, walking closer to them. Aha! That must be the culprit! She thought. She noticed the layers of fur the models had just recently been wearing, and attributed her desiring feelings to that. It makes perfect sense Cruella thought three years with no fur, two of those being conditioned to hate it, then all the sudden I land in a pile of fur and attend a fur fashion show? No wonder I'm acting like this she assured herself that must have been the answer, as she refused to accept an alternative desire this strong for anything, or anyone, else.
As she stroked her fingers through the fur, and looked back at the trailer, she grew weak at the knees. She could not stand it anymore, something had to be done about this "distraction" as she was now inwardly referring to it as, refusing to address it as anything positive. She kicked off her high heels, and unzipped her dress, taking it off all in one neatly layered piece. She undid the pins keeping her hair in the spiked mohawk like fashion it had been in, and it reverted back to its naturally spiky and twisted devilish configuration. The cold air had barely any time to hit her naked body as she reached for her favorite fur from the show. It was the lynx baby doll coat dress, Cruella had wanted to try it since the moment she saw it. When she grabbed for it to put in on, the pleasurable sensation gave her a very guilty feeling, a feeling her younger self would have got for stealing her mother's makeup. It was wrong, but in the moment it felt oh so right. The wide circular hood of the dress coat was big enough for cruella to slip her body through the neck, fitting properly into the coat like a porcelain doll. Sliding her hands up the sleeves, she adjusted the hood to showcase her shoulders and face properly, and tightened the golden sash around her waist.
This was the first time Cruella had tried on a fur since she had been released from jail, only laying in her different fur pieces before leaving to come to the fashion show. The sensation between her legs amplified as she ran her fingers through the overly fluffy lynx, hugging her own body with the coat dress wrapped around it. She tilted her head, and laughed like a schoolgirl, moaning and giggling with glee. Mirror mirror on the wall echoed through her head who's the fairest of them all? With her body practically shaking with pleasure, Cruella responded , "You are".
As she began to calm herself down enough for rational thought, she again looked back at the trailer Jean Pierre was changing in. She had an overwhelming urge to go to the nearest mirror by the changing stations, and make sure she was looking absolutely stunning. Cruella always did this, but this time it wasn't for herself, it was for Jean Pierre. Cruella had argued to herself that the fur was causing these immense feelings in her, this stirring lust. She thought to herself poor Jean Pierre is still not entirely convinced this endeavor is in his best interest she fixed her hair, and then took hold of her breast, straightening them and lifting them up, displaying the tops of them through the open hood of the coat dress let us go and convince him
As Cruella thought that, she heard the trailer door open. She turned on a heel, arms still wrapped around herself, the fur of the skirt spiraling around her, showcasing her like a queen. Jean Pierre has simple changed into a nice pair of pants, and a leopard printed jacket, with a simple white t shirt underneath. He stood there, awestruck at Cruella's hasty transformation. She took advantage of his bewildered, and raised an eyebrow seductively "Now Jean Pierre, don't go and start thinking any impure thoughts about a fair lady such as myself" she mocked, walking seductively in his direction "I simply enjoyed the showcase this evening, and wanted to acquire these outfits, free of charge of course, on the goodwill of our new partnership" she smiled cunningly, pressing her body up to his, hand on his pec, her fur clad breast smothered into his lower chest, nipples erect and rubbing against the satin interior.
"Well Miss De Vil, I believe that we at Monsieur Le Pelt would be happy to give you pieces form our showcase tonight, in the name of goodwill of course" He too smilled, cunningly, not one to be out charmed.
"Perfect" She turned around quickly, taking Jean Pierre's hand in her own, beginning to lead him "Come now, Jean Pierre, Let's see if I still know my way around a catwalk".
"What about your little man outside? In the Car?"
Cruella had forgotten Alonzo even existed in this moment. "Why Jean Pierre, did you want to go and keep him company", as Jean Pierre's eyes darted back and forth, following Cruella's rear as it swing back and forth in her walk, he quickly decided he did not.
As she lead him, she could not help but feel a mix of right and wrong. She never let any feeling control her inhibition like this, it is as if she were drunk, dazed on some pheromone in the air. This did not stop her from sitting Jean Pierre down at the end of the catwalk, and walking to the back of the stage. As she walked, she noticed the updraft tickle her womanhood, and smiled. Cruella would not like naughty, she thought it was juvenile, but right now she could not think of a more suiting word. She knew in her head this was wrong, she felt like she was cheating on fur in some way. I'm not sleeping with the man she justified in her head Im merely taking advantage of an unforeseen distraction to further my hold on him. As if I would ever let a man conquer me. Even so, she still made sure she could work it as well as she used to.
Cruella turned on the fog machine that cacaded the stage, and turned on the background music, "Le Freak" by Chic started blasting through the speakers, the song which accompanied all the models as they had worked there way down the stage earlier that night. Cruella walked through the stage opening that was connected to the backroom dressing area, and began to make her way down the catwalk.
As she strutted her hips, marching boldly to an audience of one, the bright lights hit her, and soon enveloped her vision. More memories began to flow into her head, and soon she was transported back to a night very similar to this, with the only thing in the room remaining the same being the frenchman at the end of the stage
February 17th, 1988, Chinese Year of the Dragon Fashion Show, Beijing
Cruella strutted down the catwalk, the flashing of cameras and the noise of the crowd and music all blending with each other into the familiar concoction she had grown used to in her years as a model. The red tube dress she had on made it more difficult for her to walk in stride, and the stiletto heels didn't help either, but the large red overcoat covered up the slightly awkward walking, among other things Cruella was hiding.
At the end of the Runway sat Jean Pierre, a young name in the poaching industry, and incredibly skilled for his age. He looked on with stone face as Cruella made her way down the catwalk. When she reached the end she looked down at him, and the two exchanged a knowing glance, before she turned around and headed back towards the far end of the catwalk. As she turned around she could see two policemen approaching Jean Pierre, but these were no ordinary policemen. From the standard black suits they wore, to the earpieces tucked away in their right ears, and even the way they walked with a authoritative manor, Cruella could tell who they were. The two men were agents of the IEPA, or the International Environmental Protection Agency, and they must be here to ask Jean Pierre a few questions
It had been just a couple years since Jean Pierre and Cruella had met. Cruella was a very popular model in the UK at the time, and she was not one to shy away from fur like most models would to avoid controversy. As a matter of fact, she would almost always work exclusively in it. The public knew this much, what they didn't know was how much Cruella really loved her furs, so much so that any sense of conservation or ethics most people would have were shunned by Cruella. Simply to put, if she wanted to wear it, she would. Eventually word spread of Cruella's true nature, thankfully for her not to the public, but to Europe's underbelly of Poachers and Thieves, of which Jean Pierre had been hailed as one of the most talented, being so young and already making several international zoo and sanctuary raids for prized pelts. Jean Pierre and Cruella met through a mutual acquaintance one day, and hit it off as much as you'd expect a fur model and a poacher to. They met several more times before thinking of something new. Poachers were not designers, they were the grunts of the industry who fulfilled the designers dirty and illegal needs, but Jean Pierre was different, and Cruella saw this. Jean Pierre could imagine, and design pieces to use, not just mindlessly collect pelts for his masters. They discussed Jean Pierre starting a business of his own, a front for their illegal operations. Jean would continue to poach, making illegal outfits, selling them on the fur black market, while he and Cruella both designed legal pieces to feature at shows. This way he would seem less suspicious, and it worked. A team formed and for the last few months they've been working on this job, and tonight was one of the most crucial nights of the plan. The sight of the IEPA agents reminded Cruella that even though they have lost a lot of heat on themselves, having the reputation as the most successful european poacher doesn't go away overnight.
As Cruella made her way behind stage, she sighed with relief and took off her heels, her performance being done for the night. She went to go remove the jacket, but caught herself, remembering what she had on under, and instead made her way for Jean Pierre's trailer. She walked past some other models who were all laughing and getting changed, some still performing being in a rush to get their next piece on. Many looked on to Cruella with admiration, who by this point in her life as a model had been used to the looks. Cruella rounded a corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Inches away from her face were the two IEPA agents who'd she'd seen just minutes earlier by the stage. Clever idiots Cruella thought I bet they thought I'd think they'd be questioning Jean, not me. Regardless of this sudden surprise, Cruella remained composed, and looked at the two agents.
"Yes? What do you want?" she said, getting to the point
"Miss De Vil. My name is Agent Stark, this is Agent Tyrell, we are from the IAEP, can we speak with you?"
"Well I've tried telling you group of twits 'no' before, but that never seems to work, so ask away!" Cruella said, annoyed at the formality.
Agent Tyrell replied "Miss De Vil, last week we received reports of a theft at the Las Chinchillas National Reserve in Peru. Over 1100 extremely rare albino Chinchillas were reported missing, as well as 600 extremely rare blue haired far as we know, no other populations of this type exist on Earth"
"Oh how dreadful" Cruella said with a fake expression of anguish, one she knew the agents picked up on "What's even more dreadful is how you for some reason decided to interrupt me during my work to tell me something i'll no doubt read on the morning newspaper!" the two agents looked at eachother, unamused at her lack of caring.
Agent Stark picked up "Ma'am, we have reason to believe that you and your known accomplice Jean Pierre Le Pelt were heavily involved in this theft. We questioned him yesterday and he refused to say anything."
Cruella's eyebrows widened, Jean Pierre mentioned nothing about this. Furious, she replied "Really? Last week a bunch of filthy rats got taken in some mountains, so you decide to fly halfway around the world to China to question two honest working fashion designers because you are too stupid to keep track of all the beast you want to protect" she raises her hand to dismiss them "Go, now, or I shall inform my lawyer and you will both be sued into bankruptcy"
Agent Stark and Agent Tyrell looked at eachother, then back at Cruella "We'll be in touch, Miss De Vil"
They both turned and walked way, and Cruella let out a long sigh and relaxed her posture. By this point in her life, the young Cruella hadn't grown as thick of skin as she would a decade from now, and encounters with the police still frightened her. She quickly made her way to Jean Pierre's trailer, in a line of other small backstage trailers for the other Designers. She opened the door and promptly slammed it behind her, pressing her back against it, shielding herself from anyone else outside. She saw Jean Pierre standing their, gripping a folder filled with documents closely.
"They questioned you, what did they say?"
Cruella made her way over to Jean Pierre "Oh just the usual drivel, they know what they know and can't prove what they cant" she then looked directly at him, pointing a finger at his face "And the next time you get pulled in for questioning and don't tell me, I will remove your manhood understand?"
"Oh, that, that was nothing, nothing at all" Jean Pierre looked at Cruella. He was very cunning, but after a few years of being with Cruella so much, he couldn't con her. "Okay so it was some slight questioning about the Chinchillas, I didn't want to make you worried before tonight. If we got caught, well we'd both be in prison right now! They searched my office, the hotel, everything! But what did they find? About as much as they ever do!" Jean Pierre smilled "Come now, my Inspiration, we are fine, perfectly fine"
"Don't call me that, Frenchman" Cruella said with a sneer at Jean Pierre's pet name.
"Alright, the buyer will be at this address in one half hour, we have to go now" Jean Pierre said, showing Cruella one of the documents in his folder "you still have them, no?" he asked her
"Of course I have them, Jean Pierre, I have both on right now! Let's hurry so so we can get paid!" she said with a smile, taking Jean Pierre's arm in hers leaving the trailer. Jean pierre left one of his attendants in charge as they made their way to his car.
Half an hour later they arrived at the address. A very dimly lit warehouse in a slummy part of Beijing. Cruella hated filth, blood she could handle, but not filth she was hesitant to even step out of the car. Jean Pierre stepped out and breathed in the polluted air "Ah, the Chinese are today's masters of innovation, no regulations stopping them from producing, yeah?" he asked Cruella, as she made her way around the car over to him, the heels she just put on in the car sloshing in the mud, the ends of the red dress getting soaked in brown water
"A street cleaner wouldn't hurt" she said disgusted
They both made their way to a warehouse marked with a number 4, and noticing the light on the outside of the door on, they stepped in. At the other end of the small warehouse, about 20 feet away, stand to large men, about as large as Jean Pierre, in grey suits. Between them sit an older man at a desk, with a blue suit on, and glasses, documents and other papers spread about the desk
Jean Pierre and Cruella made there way to the man at the desk, as Jean Pierre spoke "Ah, Mr. Zheng, how fortunate it is that we are able to meet for a deal once again, I hope you were given less trouble than we, yes?"
The man, Mr. Zheng, remained seated, and replied "Good Evening Mr. Le Pelt. We were given no trouble, and I hope whatever trouble you had did not follow you here" Zheng turns looks at Cruella "And Miss De Vil, my you look absolutely stunning, as you always do"
Cruella responds with friendly tone "Now Mr. Zheng, flattery will not alter our prices. Even our favorite customers have to pay in full"
Mr. Zheng laughs "Of course, of course. Well, let me see what exactly I will be paying for tonight"
With this, Jean Pierre steps behind Cruella and removes the long red overcoat she was wearing during the show. Cruella spreads her arms up and reveals she is wearing, hidden with her the entire night, two coats, both waist length, one a bright white, and the other a mix of blue and black, both unmistakably Chinchilla.
Cruella looks over at Jean Pierre "if the perverts would have frisked me like they used to, then they would have found exactly what they were looking for"
"Yes, but a swift kick in the crotch certainly stopped them from doing that again, didn't it?" they both smile at each other.
Jean Pierre removes the Blue haired Chinchilla coat from Cruella's shoulders, leaving the bright white albino haired coat wrapped around her, as she models it for the prospective buyer.
Jean Pierre speaks, "Mr. Zheng, you are no novice when it comes to the illegal fur trade, so I will get right to the point. We have 9 albino coats already made, along with 5 blue haired coats. We have more chinchillas we are keeping for breeding, and you can expect more product from us in the near future, I assure you. These are the rarest pieces we have ever made, and thus the price goes up. We are asking $500,000 a piece for the albino, and an even $1,000,000 for the blue haired. Once purchased, these will be shipped to you within a week, and you will be free to sell to whatever rich russian trophy wife comes to buy her illegal coats from you. And believe me, , they will pay much more than what I am charging you now" Cruella raised her eyebrow and the mention of 9 coats. She could have sworn they made an even 10. Regardless, she did not want to correct her partner in front of a customer, and instead put her hands on her hips, showcasing the fur rather nicely.
looks up at Cruella, then at Jean Pierre. After a moment he answers "Alright, Mr. Le Pelt, you have a deal"
After much formal discussion, where the pick ups will be, what bills to use for the cash drop, and absolutely nothing written down to avoid evidence, the deal was made and Cruella and Jean Pierre were back in their hotel suite, enjoying two glasses of wine.
"$9.5 million , Jean Pierre!" Cruella said, in total disbelief "That's something most in our profession only dream of. Imagine what those sewer rat poachers back in Europe will be thinking when they hear their old friend Jean Pierre just made close to $10 million!"
"Yes, my inspiration, we most certainly are going into legend". He smiles, sipping his wine as Cruella draws the shades to the room. She looks back at him with a puzzled look, and questions him
"Jean Pierre, now I just said about $10 million, not exactly. We definitely had 10 albino Chinchillas, I remember that much exactly. Do not tell me one was lost Jean Pierre, you know how dangerous that could be!" She starts to get nervous
"Well, maybe it is lost, you should look around for it" Jean Pierre says in a slightly drunken stupor, laughing as he does. Cruella looks at him, squinting her eyes in annoyance. He continues "No, No, really, look over that way for it maybe it is out running away, maybe I didn't kill them before I sewed them together"
Cruella impatiently turns on a heel and looks around "Jean Pierre, this is not funny, I swear to god if that coat is gone, you will be finding somone new to work with so help me-" Just as she is about to finish, she feels a warm envelope her shoulders. Her skin comes into contact with the same furry sensation that was wrapped around her under the long red overcoat all night. She turns her head to look into a little vanity mirror in the living room of the Suite, and see draped around her shoulders the tenth albino chinchilla coat, and Jean Pierre pressed up against her.
He speaks "Now, my inspiration, will you hush" he says as he slowly moves his hand down the front of her body, over her breast and slowly in a v pattern to the tops of her thighs. Cruella leans her head back, her spikey black and white hair brushing against Jean Pierre's face. She quickly stops him.
"Jean Pierre, I have a surprise for you as well. But this time, you have to turn around" she says, moving his groping hands away.
Jean Pierre, more buzzed and less cunning than normal, does so without question. As he does, Cruella backs away from him slowly. After several seconds, and hearing clattering on the floor, Cruella speaks.
"Alright Jean Pierre, turn around"
As Jean Pierre turns around, he sees standing about five feet away from him Cruella, with nothing more in her hands than just a minute ago, as a matter of fact, she had a lot less. Her half raven half white hair messily splayed around with, spiking in all different directions, complimenting the bright white albino coat that barely covered her perky and erect bare breast, stopping mid waist to leave the rest of her naked body totally exposed to be looked upon by Jean Pierre. She covered her left hand with the coat sleeve, and slowly massaged her breast, biting her lip as she did.
With one look they both knew what they wanted. Cruella quickly darted at Jean Pierre, like a lioness looking for the kill, and leapt up on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. Being so petite compared to him, Jean Pierre was easily able to pick her up and hold her, carrying her to the bedroom of the Suite as they both kissed passionately, beginning to fondle each other as Jean Pierre kicked the door to the bedroom closed, and as Cruella began to moan loudly.