DISCALIMER: No, my dear, none of these characters belong to me except for
Salsa, Clue, and Phoenix. So puh-lease do not sue me because I am trying to
save money to buy a Camino. Woo hoo!
A.N.: Warning, there is smut in here, hence the rating. If you're going to be offended, then don't read! But for those of you who won't, ENJOY!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
Clue woke up the next morning thinking about the infamous Spot Conlon. She could hardly sleep last night when thoughts of him invaded her mind. She could not stop thinking about how courteous he had been to her, not to mention how handsome he was. That Phoenix girl shoah is lucky, she said in her mind. I wonder what kinda goil she is. Maybe if I'se was just as outgoin as she is, I'd have a boyfriend too. Then something hit her. Spot had requested her presence; was that not enough to assume that perhaps he and Phoenix were not going out? After all, why would he ask in front of his girlfriend?
She grinned childishly and jumped out of bed with an excited hope. Maybe she did have a chance with the Brooklyn leader! She thought about what she should wear to the strike party that would be starting in a few hours. She did not own any revealing clothing, not that she intended on wearing something that would deem her a 'sleep-around'. She simply wanted a change in her innocent look for once. She was tired of how the newsies kidded around with her as if she were their kid sister. In only a day of being with them, she had received five comments about how she was like the younger sibling they had never had.
She shook her head disapprovingly. That would not do at all! She wanted to be like Salsa, the kind of girl that made guys drool. Salsa is goigeous though. I'se only been told that I'se cute wid me freckles and all. But Salsa, she's like a model er sumthin. Clue threw her small collection of clothes upon her bed by which to examine each outfit. She decided she would wear a short grey skirt that use to drop to her ankles until summer came and she was driven to tear away everything from the knee down in the heat, and a light red blouse made of gentle material.
Her hair was always loose and in her face, so for tonight, she decided she would wear it in a tight bun with curly ringlets caressing her face. She grinned again. It was going to be a party to remember for the rest of her life.
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Salsa had heard about the strike party and thought it a stupid thing to celebrate but a good way to celebrate it. She was not a newsie during the time of the strike and so did not understand how much the working boys of New York had gone through in order to get their voices heard, and frankly, she did not care. As long as she did not need to deal with any of it, she was fine. On the other hand, parties were always at the top of her favorites lists. She absolutely loved social events. It allowed her to flaunt herself about in much too tight clothing that always drew the boys to her.
She estimated that at least ten guys would come up to her tonight and practically beg her for a date. Of course, she would only accept one or two of those requests, the rest she would deny sweetly with a hope for a later engagement, which she would never bother to make. She combed her hair and thought about Spot. He wants me bad.real bad. But I'se aint one tah make things so easy fer the men. If they wants me, they's gots tah prove it, and show how they'll treat me if I'se was their goil.
She caressed her face with her hand and laughed. Imagine if Spot was totally embarrassed in front of all of Brooklyn, wait, all of New York! That might be more fun than having him wrapped around my finger! Salsa's smile was replaced by a devious grin. If she could ruin Spot's reputation somehow, he would be so ashamed to show his face anywhere. He would lose all his power out of depression. Oh, this is going to be great!
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Clue was strolling to Tibby's early that morning to check on reservations Jack had made a week in advance. She was not dressed in her party attire yet, but her hair was pulled back away from her face and she had light makeup on. She was only a minute away from the restaurant when someone pulled her roughly into an alley and pushed her into a wall. She was about to scream when her violator made himself known. It was Spot!
She blushed fiercely and tried not to look directly into his intense eyes for fear that he would know about all of her feelings for him in an instant.
"Heya Clue, how's it rollin? I'se saw youse walkin this way and I wanted tah talk tah ya. Sorry if I'se scared ya."
"Oh, it's okay. It's rollin pretty nice, thank ya. I'se getting ready fer the party and all. Maybe we'se can talk more there?" She looked up at him hopefully, expecting utter rejection. She assumed the only girls Spot hung out with were the pretty, popular ones who were loud and pushy. But instead, the Brooklyn leader surprised her with his reply.
"Of coise! I'd love tah hang wid youse!" He reached out to run the back of his hand across her soft cheek, watching her hesitate all the while. "Yer a real cutie, ya know that? I bets youse gots all the guys chasin after ya back in Manhattan."
Clue blushed. "Actually, the opposite's true. Everyone treats me like I'se their sistah." She bit her bottom lip as Spot took a step closer towards her. What was he doing? They barely knew each other!
"That's a shame," he said softly, leaning in closer to her. And without a warning or even a request, he pressed his lips against her hard and began to kiss her as if they had been going out for months. He felt Clue resist but kept giving into the kiss, hoping she would relax eventually, but she did not.
"Stop it!" She cried out, pushing him back. "I like ya, Spot, but youse aint gotta be so.I dunno. I mean, I'se don't wanna rush into sumthin." She was so embarrassed by this point that she began to cry. Why didn't she just go along with the kiss? It's all that Spot wanted! She leaned against the wall and cried all the more. She could never be the kind of girl Spot would have fun with. "I'se sorry but I gotta be on me way." She ran off to Tibby's, leaving Spot behind to look after her with a smirk.
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Spot walked into his room an hour later, wanting to get a quick rest before the big event began in New York, but upon closing the door behind him, a pillow soared across from his bed into his face. He jumped back, drawing his cane and looked wildly about for whoever had done such a thing. His eyes fell on Phoenix. She walked towards him with a clear expression of anger on her face.
"Ya cheatin bastard!" She screamed. "I saw youse all over that Manhattan goil this morning! I can't believe ya actually is goin fer that loser! What about us, Conlon? I thought we'se had sumthin special. Or is I'se just another goil fer youse tah practice yer crap on?"
"Phoenix, calm down! I'se aint cheatin on anyone! I don't remember ever askin youse out er vice versa. I thought we'se were just friends." He crossed the room to hold her in his arms but she backed away and threw another object at him; this one was her slingshot.
"Friends? Friends!?" She screamed again and kicked the bedpost beside her with rage. "Youse sayin that sleepin together means we'se just friends? What kinda bull is that? All that crap we do is just friendly crap? I'se don't thinks so, Conlon! I'se aint no whore, I aint heah tah pleasure youse and get some in return."
Spot took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. What was Phoenix's problem lately? She never used to act so possessive. It was her idea to have this little friends with benefits relationship in the first place. What had changed since then? Maybe she was afraid that if Spot got a girl, she would not be able to have her fun with him.
"Listen, Phoenix. Just gimme a chance tah figure some things out, all right?"
She walked up to him and pouted. "In the meantime, youse aint getting any."
"Wait, What? Why not?!" He grabbed her arm and stared into her eyes.
"Well, if youse can't make up yer mind so easily, maybe youse don't appreciate what I'se can do." She pushed him away from her and grabbed the handle of his door, but he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her up, and carried her to his bed where he dropped her onto the mattress and smirked.
"Ya know I appreciate what youse do tah me very much, sweety."
"Prove it," she said, rolling her eyes as if she did not care whether he proved it or not.
He assumed she did and began unbuttoning his shirt as he straddled her. He could tell she was growing impatient and so pulled the shirt off quickly after sliding his suspenders off. Damn, I'se gots tah dress in crap that's more easier tah take off. Once he was done, he leaned in to kiss Phoenix long and hard, making sure to throw his tongue into the action so that he could get a moan out of the girl. He gradually let his mouth venture across her face to her ear where he whispered naughty things he wanted to do to her before he licked the frame of her ear and made her giggle.
He sat back up and was about to undo her shirt when she suddenly grabbed his shoulders and rolled so that she was on top.
"Ya know," she said, "I wish I'se had gotten the name Cowgoil. I'se use tah live in Texas and I could ride those horses really well. If ya want, I'se can ride ya the same way."
Spot looked at her with wide eyes. "Bring it on, sweety."
"All right, let's kick up the pace." She did away with his pants and hers in record time and the rodeo carried on for quite a while.
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A.N.: Warning, there is smut in here, hence the rating. If you're going to be offended, then don't read! But for those of you who won't, ENJOY!
Sugar and Spice and A Little Bit of Vice
Clue woke up the next morning thinking about the infamous Spot Conlon. She could hardly sleep last night when thoughts of him invaded her mind. She could not stop thinking about how courteous he had been to her, not to mention how handsome he was. That Phoenix girl shoah is lucky, she said in her mind. I wonder what kinda goil she is. Maybe if I'se was just as outgoin as she is, I'd have a boyfriend too. Then something hit her. Spot had requested her presence; was that not enough to assume that perhaps he and Phoenix were not going out? After all, why would he ask in front of his girlfriend?
She grinned childishly and jumped out of bed with an excited hope. Maybe she did have a chance with the Brooklyn leader! She thought about what she should wear to the strike party that would be starting in a few hours. She did not own any revealing clothing, not that she intended on wearing something that would deem her a 'sleep-around'. She simply wanted a change in her innocent look for once. She was tired of how the newsies kidded around with her as if she were their kid sister. In only a day of being with them, she had received five comments about how she was like the younger sibling they had never had.
She shook her head disapprovingly. That would not do at all! She wanted to be like Salsa, the kind of girl that made guys drool. Salsa is goigeous though. I'se only been told that I'se cute wid me freckles and all. But Salsa, she's like a model er sumthin. Clue threw her small collection of clothes upon her bed by which to examine each outfit. She decided she would wear a short grey skirt that use to drop to her ankles until summer came and she was driven to tear away everything from the knee down in the heat, and a light red blouse made of gentle material.
Her hair was always loose and in her face, so for tonight, she decided she would wear it in a tight bun with curly ringlets caressing her face. She grinned again. It was going to be a party to remember for the rest of her life.
* * * * *
Salsa had heard about the strike party and thought it a stupid thing to celebrate but a good way to celebrate it. She was not a newsie during the time of the strike and so did not understand how much the working boys of New York had gone through in order to get their voices heard, and frankly, she did not care. As long as she did not need to deal with any of it, she was fine. On the other hand, parties were always at the top of her favorites lists. She absolutely loved social events. It allowed her to flaunt herself about in much too tight clothing that always drew the boys to her.
She estimated that at least ten guys would come up to her tonight and practically beg her for a date. Of course, she would only accept one or two of those requests, the rest she would deny sweetly with a hope for a later engagement, which she would never bother to make. She combed her hair and thought about Spot. He wants me bad.real bad. But I'se aint one tah make things so easy fer the men. If they wants me, they's gots tah prove it, and show how they'll treat me if I'se was their goil.
She caressed her face with her hand and laughed. Imagine if Spot was totally embarrassed in front of all of Brooklyn, wait, all of New York! That might be more fun than having him wrapped around my finger! Salsa's smile was replaced by a devious grin. If she could ruin Spot's reputation somehow, he would be so ashamed to show his face anywhere. He would lose all his power out of depression. Oh, this is going to be great!
* * * * *
Clue was strolling to Tibby's early that morning to check on reservations Jack had made a week in advance. She was not dressed in her party attire yet, but her hair was pulled back away from her face and she had light makeup on. She was only a minute away from the restaurant when someone pulled her roughly into an alley and pushed her into a wall. She was about to scream when her violator made himself known. It was Spot!
She blushed fiercely and tried not to look directly into his intense eyes for fear that he would know about all of her feelings for him in an instant.
"Heya Clue, how's it rollin? I'se saw youse walkin this way and I wanted tah talk tah ya. Sorry if I'se scared ya."
"Oh, it's okay. It's rollin pretty nice, thank ya. I'se getting ready fer the party and all. Maybe we'se can talk more there?" She looked up at him hopefully, expecting utter rejection. She assumed the only girls Spot hung out with were the pretty, popular ones who were loud and pushy. But instead, the Brooklyn leader surprised her with his reply.
"Of coise! I'd love tah hang wid youse!" He reached out to run the back of his hand across her soft cheek, watching her hesitate all the while. "Yer a real cutie, ya know that? I bets youse gots all the guys chasin after ya back in Manhattan."
Clue blushed. "Actually, the opposite's true. Everyone treats me like I'se their sistah." She bit her bottom lip as Spot took a step closer towards her. What was he doing? They barely knew each other!
"That's a shame," he said softly, leaning in closer to her. And without a warning or even a request, he pressed his lips against her hard and began to kiss her as if they had been going out for months. He felt Clue resist but kept giving into the kiss, hoping she would relax eventually, but she did not.
"Stop it!" She cried out, pushing him back. "I like ya, Spot, but youse aint gotta be so.I dunno. I mean, I'se don't wanna rush into sumthin." She was so embarrassed by this point that she began to cry. Why didn't she just go along with the kiss? It's all that Spot wanted! She leaned against the wall and cried all the more. She could never be the kind of girl Spot would have fun with. "I'se sorry but I gotta be on me way." She ran off to Tibby's, leaving Spot behind to look after her with a smirk.
* * * * *
Spot walked into his room an hour later, wanting to get a quick rest before the big event began in New York, but upon closing the door behind him, a pillow soared across from his bed into his face. He jumped back, drawing his cane and looked wildly about for whoever had done such a thing. His eyes fell on Phoenix. She walked towards him with a clear expression of anger on her face.
"Ya cheatin bastard!" She screamed. "I saw youse all over that Manhattan goil this morning! I can't believe ya actually is goin fer that loser! What about us, Conlon? I thought we'se had sumthin special. Or is I'se just another goil fer youse tah practice yer crap on?"
"Phoenix, calm down! I'se aint cheatin on anyone! I don't remember ever askin youse out er vice versa. I thought we'se were just friends." He crossed the room to hold her in his arms but she backed away and threw another object at him; this one was her slingshot.
"Friends? Friends!?" She screamed again and kicked the bedpost beside her with rage. "Youse sayin that sleepin together means we'se just friends? What kinda bull is that? All that crap we do is just friendly crap? I'se don't thinks so, Conlon! I'se aint no whore, I aint heah tah pleasure youse and get some in return."
Spot took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. What was Phoenix's problem lately? She never used to act so possessive. It was her idea to have this little friends with benefits relationship in the first place. What had changed since then? Maybe she was afraid that if Spot got a girl, she would not be able to have her fun with him.
"Listen, Phoenix. Just gimme a chance tah figure some things out, all right?"
She walked up to him and pouted. "In the meantime, youse aint getting any."
"Wait, What? Why not?!" He grabbed her arm and stared into her eyes.
"Well, if youse can't make up yer mind so easily, maybe youse don't appreciate what I'se can do." She pushed him away from her and grabbed the handle of his door, but he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her up, and carried her to his bed where he dropped her onto the mattress and smirked.
"Ya know I appreciate what youse do tah me very much, sweety."
"Prove it," she said, rolling her eyes as if she did not care whether he proved it or not.
He assumed she did and began unbuttoning his shirt as he straddled her. He could tell she was growing impatient and so pulled the shirt off quickly after sliding his suspenders off. Damn, I'se gots tah dress in crap that's more easier tah take off. Once he was done, he leaned in to kiss Phoenix long and hard, making sure to throw his tongue into the action so that he could get a moan out of the girl. He gradually let his mouth venture across her face to her ear where he whispered naughty things he wanted to do to her before he licked the frame of her ear and made her giggle.
He sat back up and was about to undo her shirt when she suddenly grabbed his shoulders and rolled so that she was on top.
"Ya know," she said, "I wish I'se had gotten the name Cowgoil. I'se use tah live in Texas and I could ride those horses really well. If ya want, I'se can ride ya the same way."
Spot looked at her with wide eyes. "Bring it on, sweety."
"All right, let's kick up the pace." She did away with his pants and hers in record time and the rodeo carried on for quite a while.
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