Once again I don't own the film or anything to do with it- excuse me while
I have a little cry - ok here is chapter 2 and thanks to Novalea for being
my very first reviewer!
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A Hard Man To Predict
Her room is small and dark, like all the rooms here except Scarlet's. The sounds of drunken laughter and bar brawls and the occasional scream filter up from below and from the street outside. Torch light shines in from under the thin, filthy curtains. The bed is hard and creaks alarmingly in time to the rhythm of their movement.
It was worth the effort, Jack thought to himself as he feels her shiver under him with the excitement of his touch. Scarlet knows him well, knows how to please him but she is tough and brittle. Maggie is smooth, pliable and, as he had discovered minutes earlier, unplucked, just as Scarlet had promised.
Her eyes aren't hollow like other whores he's been with, they sparkle with real pleasure. Rather than the fake cries of the others, her cries are real. Has he ever felt this good with a woman he's paid for? No, he thinks not.
She is growing in confidence as they go on. Their eyes lock, and he feels as if he can see straight into her soul. A mischievous glint glimmers in their depths for a moment, and she squeezes him between her legs, hard. He shouts with the pleasure of it and the release as he spills himself into her. He feels her legs tighten around him at the same moment, as they come together.
He rolls off her, and they lie panting side by side with the ecstasy of it.
'Jack.' she begins, but hasn't the breath to finish the sentence.
'Yes, love?'
'Jack, you know that was the first'-
He stops her by rolling onto his side and putting a finger to her lips.
'I know, love. We all 'ave to start somewhere.'
'Where did you start?'
'With Scarlet. So we've come full circle you might say.'
She laughs. She has a beautiful laugh, he thinks. As beautiful as the rest of her- his gave sweeps down her tired body, full of admiration. Jack feels even more now that she belongs to him. He doesn't want anyone else to have her, at least, not while he's in Tortuga.
'Maggie, I'd like to see you again, if that's alright with you.' What am I saying? He thinks to himself. What should she care, as long as she gets the money?
She smiles a little. 'Sure Captain, whatever you like.'
'But do you want to?' What a question to ask! Maybe, he justifies it to himself, maybe it's because she's so young.
'Sure' she says again.
So young, he thinks. Such a shame. In a few years her beauty will be gone and she'll be needing all that makeup. There is silence for what seems like an age while Jack thinks through the comforting idea in his head.
'I'll tell you what I'll do, Maggie,' Jack says as he reaches a decision. 'I'll take you for the whole of this week, and you're not to let another man lay a hand on you, savvy?'
She shakes her head. 'Scarlet would never allow it - she says her girls aren't allowed to be exclusive.'
Jack laughs. 'I'm sure I can talk her round somehow. But,' he says, rolling back onto her, as the sight of her body laid out for him has piques his interest again, 'I paid for you for the whole night. I don't 'ave to go until dawn, so I think I'll be staying to get my money's worth.'
Maggie giggles, and finds that she likes this man enough to even let him kiss her, although she knows she's not supposed to.
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'No way!'
'But why not?'
'Because any girl under my roof is on the understanding that the most she can be bought for is one night and one night only. Not for two nights even, and certainly not for a whole week!'
'I thought it might come to this Scarlet. I 'ad 'oped that we were good enough friends for you to just accept the five gold pieces a night for 'er, but evidently not.' He reaches into his coat, and pulls out the same clinking bag she saw the night before.
'There are fifty in 'ere Scarlet. Fifty. Now, can I take Maggie for the whole week?'
Scarlet is no fool, Jack knows. When it comes to a choice between principles or money, he knows which she'll take. She snatches the bag off the table, and stashes it away in her pocket.
'Only up until Saturday.' Jack grins. 'We 'ave an accord.'
*** Well here we go, chapter 2! Please review again, you know you want to. Or else..um...or else...ok I don't have an or else. Hm. Must come up with one.
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A Hard Man To Predict
Her room is small and dark, like all the rooms here except Scarlet's. The sounds of drunken laughter and bar brawls and the occasional scream filter up from below and from the street outside. Torch light shines in from under the thin, filthy curtains. The bed is hard and creaks alarmingly in time to the rhythm of their movement.
It was worth the effort, Jack thought to himself as he feels her shiver under him with the excitement of his touch. Scarlet knows him well, knows how to please him but she is tough and brittle. Maggie is smooth, pliable and, as he had discovered minutes earlier, unplucked, just as Scarlet had promised.
Her eyes aren't hollow like other whores he's been with, they sparkle with real pleasure. Rather than the fake cries of the others, her cries are real. Has he ever felt this good with a woman he's paid for? No, he thinks not.
She is growing in confidence as they go on. Their eyes lock, and he feels as if he can see straight into her soul. A mischievous glint glimmers in their depths for a moment, and she squeezes him between her legs, hard. He shouts with the pleasure of it and the release as he spills himself into her. He feels her legs tighten around him at the same moment, as they come together.
He rolls off her, and they lie panting side by side with the ecstasy of it.
'Jack.' she begins, but hasn't the breath to finish the sentence.
'Yes, love?'
'Jack, you know that was the first'-
He stops her by rolling onto his side and putting a finger to her lips.
'I know, love. We all 'ave to start somewhere.'
'Where did you start?'
'With Scarlet. So we've come full circle you might say.'
She laughs. She has a beautiful laugh, he thinks. As beautiful as the rest of her- his gave sweeps down her tired body, full of admiration. Jack feels even more now that she belongs to him. He doesn't want anyone else to have her, at least, not while he's in Tortuga.
'Maggie, I'd like to see you again, if that's alright with you.' What am I saying? He thinks to himself. What should she care, as long as she gets the money?
She smiles a little. 'Sure Captain, whatever you like.'
'But do you want to?' What a question to ask! Maybe, he justifies it to himself, maybe it's because she's so young.
'Sure' she says again.
So young, he thinks. Such a shame. In a few years her beauty will be gone and she'll be needing all that makeup. There is silence for what seems like an age while Jack thinks through the comforting idea in his head.
'I'll tell you what I'll do, Maggie,' Jack says as he reaches a decision. 'I'll take you for the whole of this week, and you're not to let another man lay a hand on you, savvy?'
She shakes her head. 'Scarlet would never allow it - she says her girls aren't allowed to be exclusive.'
Jack laughs. 'I'm sure I can talk her round somehow. But,' he says, rolling back onto her, as the sight of her body laid out for him has piques his interest again, 'I paid for you for the whole night. I don't 'ave to go until dawn, so I think I'll be staying to get my money's worth.'
Maggie giggles, and finds that she likes this man enough to even let him kiss her, although she knows she's not supposed to.
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'No way!'
'But why not?'
'Because any girl under my roof is on the understanding that the most she can be bought for is one night and one night only. Not for two nights even, and certainly not for a whole week!'
'I thought it might come to this Scarlet. I 'ad 'oped that we were good enough friends for you to just accept the five gold pieces a night for 'er, but evidently not.' He reaches into his coat, and pulls out the same clinking bag she saw the night before.
'There are fifty in 'ere Scarlet. Fifty. Now, can I take Maggie for the whole week?'
Scarlet is no fool, Jack knows. When it comes to a choice between principles or money, he knows which she'll take. She snatches the bag off the table, and stashes it away in her pocket.
'Only up until Saturday.' Jack grins. 'We 'ave an accord.'
*** Well here we go, chapter 2! Please review again, you know you want to. Or else..um...or else...ok I don't have an or else. Hm. Must come up with one.
