Merry Christmas! I hope you all enjoy this last chapter of Little Miss Harlot. Thank you so much to everyone for taking the time to read this story. It's been a long ride, but I'm glad this story is coming to a close. Perhaps in the new year, I could extend this story, but who knows?
In any case, Merry Christmas and happy new year!
Days and weeks has passed on, and all became normal once more in the Amity Park. None of the denizens had any recollections of the events leading up to Homecoming, or even remember having Cordelia as their classmates, and as a result Paulina and Dash were elected homecoming royalty. As for Danny and Sam, the two haven't spoken to one another since the aftermath of the fight with Cordelia. No matter how hard Sam fought with her parents, her parents refused to listen to her side of the story and whisked her off to Paris, much to her changrin. And Danny wanted nothing more than to forget and move on, and so he buried himself crime fighting and school.
The autumn breeze dropped to a bone chilling temperature, and the red and orange leaves started to flutter off their branches and down to the ground, signaling the approach of the snowy wintery season. Danny sat outside the house with the steps staring into his cup of hot chocolate and watched the marshmallows bob up and down like buoys out in the vast ocean. The door opened and Jazz stepped outside with a phone in her hand. "Danny? Sam wants to talk to you," she said in a whisper.
Danny glances over his shoulder and turns back to his cup of hot chocolate, gently sloshing it around. "Tell her I'm not here," Danny responded.
"Danny, she really wants to talk to you. Just give her five minutes," Jazz presses on.
Danny huffs and takes a sip of the hot beverage before standing up and taking the phone from her hand, shooing her away. He huffed and stared up at the sky before bringing the phone to his ear and taking a seat back on the steps. "Hello?"
"Hi, Danny," Sam spoke up. "How've you been?"
"Okay, I guess. Busy as usual with fighting and school. Midterms is coming up soon, so I just been really hammering down," he answered nonchalantly. "And you? How's the new school?"
"Oh my god, it's worse than I imagine. It's like being around a million Paulina Sanchezes. Not to mention we have to take ballet as an extracurricular or we get an immediate F, and we have designated teatime! Can you believe that? It's so disgusting," Sam groaned. "I'd rather be with you and Tucker fighting off ghosts."
"Right," Danny coughs. It was silent between the two, and neither knew what to say to the other. Even with the two being in two different parts of the world, the tension hung heavily in the air between them, to the point were it became suffocating. "Well, you must be busy over there, so I'm just gonna let you go and-"
"So we're not going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Sam cut him off.
"Sam, I don't want to talk about it," Danny said.
"Well, I do! There's a lot of things that need to be said, Danny. We can't just ignore it," Sam interjected, then sighed. "Look, I know things haven't been the best between us for the past couple of months, and I know that crimefighting is a full time job, but I felt like my own boyfriend is dating his job more than me. And I'm no angel, either. I have abused your status for my own causes, and that wasn't right, and I apologize for that. And I'm extremely sorry for the whole Dash situation. I don't know what I was thinking, and I acted rashly and impulsively. It was a stupid mistake, and I will never forgive myself for as long as I live."
Danny nodded and took another sip from the mug. "I appreciate that, and I'm sorry too. You were right about a lot of things that day in the hallway, about me not prioritizing you more and not taking you out on dates and all that. You didn't deserve that."
"Danny, I love you, with every fiber of my body, I love you. I don't want to lose you to some harlot slut. Do you… do you think we can try again?" Sam tentatively asked.
Danny stayed quiet as he finished his now warm hot chocolate and set the mug down next to him. He hasn't really found time to think about getting back together with Sam. It was never really a thought that crossed his mind. Danny knows despite everything that went down these past few weeks he still cared about Sam and wanted her in his life, but the more he thought about Sam, the more the video of her and Dash played in front of his eyes. It haunted him, taunted him, to the point where he gets sick and throws up. Since he saw that video, he couldn't even look at Sam the same way anymore. "I think it's best if we just go our separate ways, Sam," he finally answered.
"Danny, are you serious? You're joking right?" Sam scoffs.
"How do I know you're not going to sleep with Tucker next, or Kwon Johnny 13? How do I know you're not going to find comfort in another guy instead of coming to me and telling me how you truly feel?" Danny went on.
"It wasn't my fault, Danny! Cora casted her spell on Dash and-"
"Fuck Cora! I don't give a fuck about her right now! What I give a fuck about is the fact that instead of pushing him away and leaving, you decided to get drunk and let him impale your pussy! That's what I give a fuck about! You can look at it however you want, but the fact of the matter is you cheated on me. Point blank period," Danny spat out. "So no, I don't want to get back together with you. Our relationship died the second you let Dash snowball is cum inside of you!"
"You know what Danny? Fuck you! I was calling to try and patch things up, but if that's how you feel, then forget it! Enjoy fucking that trifling little ghost slut, Fenton!" Sam snapped.
"Trust me, I will! Just like how you had the time of your life with Dash, I'm gonna enjoy every second slurping up my cum out of her tight, warm pussy!" Danny retorted back.
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Danny abruptly hung up and shoved the phone into his pocket, grabbing his empty mug and stomping back into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. With the Jack Frost breeze nipping at his nose, Danny failed to notice the blue ghost sense slithering out from between his lips and into the air. Hovering above the Fenton residence was Warden Walker, Tallulah, and Cordelia, who spotted the black and white striped uniform and handcuffs shackled around her wrists. Tallulah turns to Cordelia and smirks at her with an eyebrow raised. "So tell me, Eloise, did you sleep with Danny Phantom?" Tallulah asked teasingly.
Her cheeks turned red and quickly averts her gaze away up at the sky. "This isn't a conversation I want to have in front of your father, Tallie," Cordelia hisses at her.
"Just tell me later, Ellie, and don't miss any details about-"
"Tallulah."
Tallulah stops and turns to her father, who stared at her with a stern gaze. She pursed her lips together and stiffened to attention as he directs his attention to Cordelia. "I see you failed to capture the punk. Might I ask why?" Walker questioned.
Cordelia opened her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it and sighed. "I won't lie to you and give you some excuse, but the truth is that I simply got too careless. Rather than thinking about the mission, I let my feelings and my past get the best of me. That is, what I believe, what led to my downfall," Cordelia confessed. "Though, and excuse my abrasiveness, I never did promise you that I would deliver Danny Phantom to you. I promised you that I would make Danny Phantom one ally weaker, and I fulfilled that promised."
"That you did, Miss Margaux," Walker hummed. "I will admit that your tactics were a bit unorthodox, however, not only you manage to turn the whole town against him, but you found a way to make Danny Phantom submit to you, even if it was for a moment. To come up with such a calculating masterplan, and to subtract one if his most trusted allies out of the equation. Well, color me impressed."
"You are?" Cordelia asked with a growing smiling on her face.
"You are?" Tallulah repeated.
Walker walked over to Cordelia and stood in front of her with a smile on his face. Because of how tall he was, Cordelia had no choice but to crane her neck back in order to look up at him. "I should have you arrested, Miss Margaux. After all, you and your friends did drain the energy of more than three-fourths of my men, not to mention the multiple counts of public indecency, battery and felony assault charges-"
"In my defense, Bullet grabbed my hair for no reason, and I didn't appreciate it, so I acted out of self defense," Cordelia retaliated.
"Eloise, Bullet is so badly injured it would a millennium for him to regain some meat in his bones. Why, he's so injured, he's all laid up at Death's door with a bow tied around him. For that alone, you're looking at a minimum of ten thousand five hundred years. However, after observing you in action, I'm willing to acquit you of all charges, under the conditions that you work for me and alongside Tallulah," Walker continued. "Think of it as a type of parole."
"Hmmm, tempting offer. Do I at least get to keep my crown from Homecoming? I know it's against the rules to be in possession of human made contraband," Cordelia inquired.
Walker sighed and fished out a key ring from his pocket and unclasped the handcuffs around her wrist. 'So long as it doesn't enter the Ghost Zone, I'll overlook the rules just this one time," Walker replied.
Cordelia squealed and tackled Walker with a hug and peppered his face with kisses, before flying off into the air and waving at the two. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise you won't regret this, Warden! I'll be the best bee cop you've ever seen!" she giggled.
"And where do you think you're going off to?" Tallulah questioned her.
"Home! I gotta make sure my pussy is all prepped and clean for my Homecoming King! Toodles!" And with that, Cordelia blows a kiss and flies off, her ecstatic laughter echoing in the air. Tallulah stares after her friend and looks over to her father, who wipes off his face with his sleeve.
"Not to question your authority, Daddy, but are you sure hiring her is a good idea?" Tallulah asked.
"Despite her… nymphomaniac behavior, Cordelia is a very intelligent young woman. She could be of great use to us," Walker assured his daughter. "I just hope she doesn't sleep with any more of our men."
Tallulah smiled and laced her fingers with Walker's as they stared off into the sky, a quiet silence blanketed over the duo.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, princess?"
"What exactly does a tight, warm pussy mean?"
"… Tallulah, please don't ever ask me a question like that again, sweetheart."