Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, attempted
rape, attempted suicide, and sexually explicit themes. Reader's discretion
is advised.
Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Apollonia, Giselle, Checkers, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine.
Chapter 5: Glittering Lights, Incandescent Eyes
Early in the day, Apollonia and Giselle were giving the bookstore a cleaning before they opened up for business. While Giselle polished the tables, Apollonia moved things around, trying to make a change in the store's interior design.
"It's so great to be in love. Don't you agree, Giselle?"
"I wouldn't know. It has been a while since Cupid has come knocking on my door." Apollonia laughed at her. "Oh, don't be so gloomy, my little coquette. You will soon be pieced by Cupid's arrow. You know that tall, handsome young barber, the one with the dark-hair and eyes; he seems to be quite taken with you."
"Oui, I have noticed him, but I have seen him with a different woman every week while passing through the streets. I don't think it would work with us."
"But if you don't take a chance, you'll never know what you might find."
"I want to be someone's one and only. Not someone's one of many."
"I totally agree, Giselle. I'm just saying to just keep your options open." Giselle shrugged.
"Well, I suppose it could be worse. I could be married to some poor Bohemian painter or poet in Paris instead of being a single woman in Manhattan sifting through the choices of male New Yorkers."
"Speaking of New Yorkers, what do you think of David?"
"David?"
"Yes, you know. David Jacobs. Tall, dark, curly hair, blue eyes. He seems smitten with you." Giselle chuckled at Apollonia's suggestion. "Why would I even consider courting him?"
"Oh, come on, Giselle. I've known David for quite some time now. He's smart, well-mannered, and respectable. He's even rather cute if you ask me."
"Well, I suppose he is, but he is too young for my taste."
"What are you talking about? He is the same age as us."
"I want someone older." Apollonia rolled her eyes while trying to move the 36" palm plant back into place. "Darling, older is as older does. And if you wait too long, you'll die an old maid." Giselle waved her hand as if she were talking nonsense. Apollonia shook her head as she walked to open the door, inviting the future customers of Manhattan to consort in her establishment for sips of coffee and reading stories.
~
A few weeks later, Spot and Apollonia took one of their monthly trips to Coney Island for fun and thrills. Dreamland was the place to be. Games and rides of all sorts occupied the lively amusement park, which made it almost impossible to bore someone. There was something for everybody.
Carousels, slides, and various attractions were all the rage at the well- liked theme park. "Shoot-the-chutes" was a popular ride as was the Canals of Venice for lovers to enjoy themselves on a romantic ride on a gondola. Spot saw one of the gondoliers eyeing Apollonia, not realizing that she was with Spot until he laced his arms around her waist, kissing her neck while staring at the gondolier, giving him the message. He then took his eyes over to other ladies roaming the park. Spot smiled to himself, knowing that he could still give someone the death glare for looking at his woman and it take an effect. His eyes still had that power.
After the gondola ride, they strutted over to Bostock's Circus, another attraction that garnered a lot of attention. Apollonia marveled at the exotic animals that were present. Spot's favorites were the lions because they were the kings of the jungle. After the circus, they made their way to the carousel. Sitting on the same horse, they enjoyed themselves immensely as they twirled around and around on the electrical ride.
After another ride or two, the couple casually strolled around the park, catching glimpses of other couples who were clearly in love as everyone looked into the eyes of their beloved. She and Spot paced around the same way they would on Pier 21 that they nicknamed "Flirtation Wharf" since the guys from Brooklyn would flirt with the various girls that would walk by the docks.
Walking hand in hand, they passed by the Tunnel of Love. "Hey, baby. You wanna go on the ride? I hear that it's really romantic. The kinda ride that makes guys wanna do the nasty right then and there. What do you say?" Apollonia looked at him as if her were crazy.
"Don't worry, sweets," He teased her. "I'll behave - but only for as long as you want me to."
"Oh, you!" Apollonia swatted at his arm and laughed, trying to push him away. Spot kept teasing her, running back and forth trying to escape her capture as she ran after him with her long skirt that she had to hold up to keep from tripping on. Once she caught up to him, he tightened his hold momentarily, looked very deeply and very seriously into her eyes, but didn't say anything. Apollonia sobered and relaxed in his arms, softly smiling up at him. Something unspoken passed between them, something that they both felt all the way to the core of their souls. Spot was the first to break the spell. He chuckled softly, winked at her, and hugged her. They swiftly moved through the crowd, off to the roller coaster for more excitement and thrills to fill the night.
~
The night was typical of a well-visited tavern. People of various backgrounds settled the day by drinking a few spirits before heading back home. Jack was among the customers at one of his favorite hangouts, where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life. He stood at the bar drinking his whiskey and kept to himself. With every gulp he was slowly, but surely becoming intoxicated. Scanning the crowd he saw a number of men and women cavorting about, releasing themselves to the night's ambiance. Jack was no exception. He stood by as his eyes roved the many faces of the bar. Joking and frolicking, the many regulars kept the place from being boring as they conversed, loosened up, and sang a few songs off-key. He then set his sights on an attractive young woman who looked like she was enjoying herself to the fullest. He walked over to her, hoping to attain her company. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." Said the pretty acquaintance. As he took a seat next to her, she received his presence happily. He smiled at her as she took a sip of her drink.
"My, what pretty eyes you have. I bet that your girlfriend loves looking into them." She said flirtatiously.
"Yeah, she does. That is when her eyes aren't rollin' in the back of her head from all the banging I'm doing to her." She giggled at his spicy comment. "You shouldn't say things like that. I might want to hump you right here in front of everybody and I wouldn't want to start a fight between you two love birds."
"Don't worry about that, 'cause I don't have a girlfriend to begin with." She then moved closer to her newfound companion while he gulped down more of his alcoholic beverage, admiring her cleavage.
"So, I haven't seen you around here before."
"You just haven't been looking hard enough, handsome." He slyly smiled at her. She was like most of the other women of her profession that he'd been with. A good-looking woman with a youthful body and eyes that shown distant gay traces of a life that may have been privileged. She licked her lips after swallowing the scotch that she was consuming. She was getting quite tipsy when she put her hands on his leg and started feeling her way up to his crotch. Jack, who normally would have told a woman to stop doing such behavior in the presence of others and to wait until they went someplace private, happily accepted her overt act in the open. She then took Jack's hand and began sucking on his middle finger. "I chose this one because it's the biggest." Jack liked how forward she was with him, mainly because they were out in public acting rather raunchy.
He took his finger away and began drinking again. He took notice of the couple sitting right beside her. A man of obviously affluent means was involved in heavy petting with a woman who delighted in his advances.
"Whatta ya say we blow this joint and you come over to my place? We can start a party of our own."
"It'll cost you a few dollars." Jack whipped out some bills and she turned to her friend.
"Martha, I will be gone for a while. Just keep a drink on handy for me when I get back, okay?" Her friend acknowledged her request before going back to her business of selling herself to the nice-looking banker with whom she hoped would pay for the services Jack would soon pay for.
Quickly, she grabbed Jack's hand and sprinted out of the bar. Together they walked down the street, with Jack holding her up with his arm since she almost seemed to be struggling to stand. In passing, Jack spotted his foes, Oscar and Morris, as they were trying to bargain with a woman who would not go lower than her going rate for sex. Jack's date could not contain herself much longer as she stared kissing his neck as they walked. She giggled and provoked him the whole time until they reached his apartment. In they went for a night of bawdy activities.
~
The night's fun-filled activities were beginning to take its toll on Spot and Apollonia. They decided to take a breather in the midst of it all before going on any more rides and such. They sat in a fairly secluded area on the outskirts of the park, admiring the view of the recreation area. The bright lights were beautiful and colorful at nighttime. The stars in the sky seemed to be drowned out by the decorative creations of the amusement park.
Resting peacefully, Apollonia sat with her back up against Spot's chest, feeling herself heave up and down as Spot's breathing moved both of their bodies together in unison. Apollonia played with the long-stemmed rose with the tips of her fingers as she reveled in the softness of its petals. Spot looked out at the tremendous spectacle that was Coney Island, a place where lovers go to have fun. Enjoying the moment, Spot sniffed her hair, inhaling the feminine scent of her perfume and the red rose adorning her dark, glossy tresses.
"I'm having so much fun. This place is like a wonderland."
"Your body is a wonderland. I love you, Apollonia." He said huskily, kissing her shoulder.
"I love you, too, Spot." She then turned around to face him, intending to sit in his lap. Spot then scooted forward and adjusted her legs until she straddled his lap. Spot then looked deep into the eyes of his lady love, knowing that these were the moments that many people cherish and wish to relive all the days of their lives. She pulled back to say something.
"I've never known someone before who loves the way you do. All my dreams somehow came true with you." Apollonia said.
"And I've never wanted someone more than or as much as I wanted you. My love will last forever with you." Spot relayed.
Apollonia pulled back again, meaning to say something, but her eyes were caught instead by his male beauty. Locks of his hair fell onto his forehead; their dripping brown color played off the bright blue of his eyes, as blue as the sky or the sea. Apollonia knew she could drown more easily in his eyes than she could in the Atlantic Ocean.
She took the initiative and drew his mouth to hers, needing to feel his tongue in her mouth. She made little noises as she kissed him deeply, matching the movement of her tongue to her hips. Spot gave low growl in his throat and tore his lips away to lift her slightly as he trailed biting kisses down her neck and chest. Apollonia was relishing in the feel of his lips on her body. His mouth drenched her in his loving moisture. With her head knocked back, lips parted, she looked and felt like many of the women in the romance novels she read. She ran her hands through his hair as he kept kissing and caressing her body. They continued like that until they laid down together, with Apollonia on her back, and Spot on his side, looking down at her. Not far were couples making out on the grass as they were, without a care in the world. His eyes told her that he loved her, and her expression conveyed the same message.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Apollonia, Giselle, Checkers, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine.
Chapter 5: Glittering Lights, Incandescent Eyes
Early in the day, Apollonia and Giselle were giving the bookstore a cleaning before they opened up for business. While Giselle polished the tables, Apollonia moved things around, trying to make a change in the store's interior design.
"It's so great to be in love. Don't you agree, Giselle?"
"I wouldn't know. It has been a while since Cupid has come knocking on my door." Apollonia laughed at her. "Oh, don't be so gloomy, my little coquette. You will soon be pieced by Cupid's arrow. You know that tall, handsome young barber, the one with the dark-hair and eyes; he seems to be quite taken with you."
"Oui, I have noticed him, but I have seen him with a different woman every week while passing through the streets. I don't think it would work with us."
"But if you don't take a chance, you'll never know what you might find."
"I want to be someone's one and only. Not someone's one of many."
"I totally agree, Giselle. I'm just saying to just keep your options open." Giselle shrugged.
"Well, I suppose it could be worse. I could be married to some poor Bohemian painter or poet in Paris instead of being a single woman in Manhattan sifting through the choices of male New Yorkers."
"Speaking of New Yorkers, what do you think of David?"
"David?"
"Yes, you know. David Jacobs. Tall, dark, curly hair, blue eyes. He seems smitten with you." Giselle chuckled at Apollonia's suggestion. "Why would I even consider courting him?"
"Oh, come on, Giselle. I've known David for quite some time now. He's smart, well-mannered, and respectable. He's even rather cute if you ask me."
"Well, I suppose he is, but he is too young for my taste."
"What are you talking about? He is the same age as us."
"I want someone older." Apollonia rolled her eyes while trying to move the 36" palm plant back into place. "Darling, older is as older does. And if you wait too long, you'll die an old maid." Giselle waved her hand as if she were talking nonsense. Apollonia shook her head as she walked to open the door, inviting the future customers of Manhattan to consort in her establishment for sips of coffee and reading stories.
~
A few weeks later, Spot and Apollonia took one of their monthly trips to Coney Island for fun and thrills. Dreamland was the place to be. Games and rides of all sorts occupied the lively amusement park, which made it almost impossible to bore someone. There was something for everybody.
Carousels, slides, and various attractions were all the rage at the well- liked theme park. "Shoot-the-chutes" was a popular ride as was the Canals of Venice for lovers to enjoy themselves on a romantic ride on a gondola. Spot saw one of the gondoliers eyeing Apollonia, not realizing that she was with Spot until he laced his arms around her waist, kissing her neck while staring at the gondolier, giving him the message. He then took his eyes over to other ladies roaming the park. Spot smiled to himself, knowing that he could still give someone the death glare for looking at his woman and it take an effect. His eyes still had that power.
After the gondola ride, they strutted over to Bostock's Circus, another attraction that garnered a lot of attention. Apollonia marveled at the exotic animals that were present. Spot's favorites were the lions because they were the kings of the jungle. After the circus, they made their way to the carousel. Sitting on the same horse, they enjoyed themselves immensely as they twirled around and around on the electrical ride.
After another ride or two, the couple casually strolled around the park, catching glimpses of other couples who were clearly in love as everyone looked into the eyes of their beloved. She and Spot paced around the same way they would on Pier 21 that they nicknamed "Flirtation Wharf" since the guys from Brooklyn would flirt with the various girls that would walk by the docks.
Walking hand in hand, they passed by the Tunnel of Love. "Hey, baby. You wanna go on the ride? I hear that it's really romantic. The kinda ride that makes guys wanna do the nasty right then and there. What do you say?" Apollonia looked at him as if her were crazy.
"Don't worry, sweets," He teased her. "I'll behave - but only for as long as you want me to."
"Oh, you!" Apollonia swatted at his arm and laughed, trying to push him away. Spot kept teasing her, running back and forth trying to escape her capture as she ran after him with her long skirt that she had to hold up to keep from tripping on. Once she caught up to him, he tightened his hold momentarily, looked very deeply and very seriously into her eyes, but didn't say anything. Apollonia sobered and relaxed in his arms, softly smiling up at him. Something unspoken passed between them, something that they both felt all the way to the core of their souls. Spot was the first to break the spell. He chuckled softly, winked at her, and hugged her. They swiftly moved through the crowd, off to the roller coaster for more excitement and thrills to fill the night.
~
The night was typical of a well-visited tavern. People of various backgrounds settled the day by drinking a few spirits before heading back home. Jack was among the customers at one of his favorite hangouts, where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life. He stood at the bar drinking his whiskey and kept to himself. With every gulp he was slowly, but surely becoming intoxicated. Scanning the crowd he saw a number of men and women cavorting about, releasing themselves to the night's ambiance. Jack was no exception. He stood by as his eyes roved the many faces of the bar. Joking and frolicking, the many regulars kept the place from being boring as they conversed, loosened up, and sang a few songs off-key. He then set his sights on an attractive young woman who looked like she was enjoying herself to the fullest. He walked over to her, hoping to attain her company. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." Said the pretty acquaintance. As he took a seat next to her, she received his presence happily. He smiled at her as she took a sip of her drink.
"My, what pretty eyes you have. I bet that your girlfriend loves looking into them." She said flirtatiously.
"Yeah, she does. That is when her eyes aren't rollin' in the back of her head from all the banging I'm doing to her." She giggled at his spicy comment. "You shouldn't say things like that. I might want to hump you right here in front of everybody and I wouldn't want to start a fight between you two love birds."
"Don't worry about that, 'cause I don't have a girlfriend to begin with." She then moved closer to her newfound companion while he gulped down more of his alcoholic beverage, admiring her cleavage.
"So, I haven't seen you around here before."
"You just haven't been looking hard enough, handsome." He slyly smiled at her. She was like most of the other women of her profession that he'd been with. A good-looking woman with a youthful body and eyes that shown distant gay traces of a life that may have been privileged. She licked her lips after swallowing the scotch that she was consuming. She was getting quite tipsy when she put her hands on his leg and started feeling her way up to his crotch. Jack, who normally would have told a woman to stop doing such behavior in the presence of others and to wait until they went someplace private, happily accepted her overt act in the open. She then took Jack's hand and began sucking on his middle finger. "I chose this one because it's the biggest." Jack liked how forward she was with him, mainly because they were out in public acting rather raunchy.
He took his finger away and began drinking again. He took notice of the couple sitting right beside her. A man of obviously affluent means was involved in heavy petting with a woman who delighted in his advances.
"Whatta ya say we blow this joint and you come over to my place? We can start a party of our own."
"It'll cost you a few dollars." Jack whipped out some bills and she turned to her friend.
"Martha, I will be gone for a while. Just keep a drink on handy for me when I get back, okay?" Her friend acknowledged her request before going back to her business of selling herself to the nice-looking banker with whom she hoped would pay for the services Jack would soon pay for.
Quickly, she grabbed Jack's hand and sprinted out of the bar. Together they walked down the street, with Jack holding her up with his arm since she almost seemed to be struggling to stand. In passing, Jack spotted his foes, Oscar and Morris, as they were trying to bargain with a woman who would not go lower than her going rate for sex. Jack's date could not contain herself much longer as she stared kissing his neck as they walked. She giggled and provoked him the whole time until they reached his apartment. In they went for a night of bawdy activities.
~
The night's fun-filled activities were beginning to take its toll on Spot and Apollonia. They decided to take a breather in the midst of it all before going on any more rides and such. They sat in a fairly secluded area on the outskirts of the park, admiring the view of the recreation area. The bright lights were beautiful and colorful at nighttime. The stars in the sky seemed to be drowned out by the decorative creations of the amusement park.
Resting peacefully, Apollonia sat with her back up against Spot's chest, feeling herself heave up and down as Spot's breathing moved both of their bodies together in unison. Apollonia played with the long-stemmed rose with the tips of her fingers as she reveled in the softness of its petals. Spot looked out at the tremendous spectacle that was Coney Island, a place where lovers go to have fun. Enjoying the moment, Spot sniffed her hair, inhaling the feminine scent of her perfume and the red rose adorning her dark, glossy tresses.
"I'm having so much fun. This place is like a wonderland."
"Your body is a wonderland. I love you, Apollonia." He said huskily, kissing her shoulder.
"I love you, too, Spot." She then turned around to face him, intending to sit in his lap. Spot then scooted forward and adjusted her legs until she straddled his lap. Spot then looked deep into the eyes of his lady love, knowing that these were the moments that many people cherish and wish to relive all the days of their lives. She pulled back to say something.
"I've never known someone before who loves the way you do. All my dreams somehow came true with you." Apollonia said.
"And I've never wanted someone more than or as much as I wanted you. My love will last forever with you." Spot relayed.
Apollonia pulled back again, meaning to say something, but her eyes were caught instead by his male beauty. Locks of his hair fell onto his forehead; their dripping brown color played off the bright blue of his eyes, as blue as the sky or the sea. Apollonia knew she could drown more easily in his eyes than she could in the Atlantic Ocean.
She took the initiative and drew his mouth to hers, needing to feel his tongue in her mouth. She made little noises as she kissed him deeply, matching the movement of her tongue to her hips. Spot gave low growl in his throat and tore his lips away to lift her slightly as he trailed biting kisses down her neck and chest. Apollonia was relishing in the feel of his lips on her body. His mouth drenched her in his loving moisture. With her head knocked back, lips parted, she looked and felt like many of the women in the romance novels she read. She ran her hands through his hair as he kept kissing and caressing her body. They continued like that until they laid down together, with Apollonia on her back, and Spot on his side, looking down at her. Not far were couples making out on the grass as they were, without a care in the world. His eyes told her that he loved her, and her expression conveyed the same message.
