Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, sexual
harassment, attempted rape, and sexually explicit themes. Reader's
discretion is advised.
Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, Spark and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 5 - Revelations
"Extra! Extra! Lady of the evening found dead in an alley near the Central Business District! Suspects unknown!"
The lad quickly sold several copies of his papers until he was down to a mere five papers left in his hand. The men and women who promptly purchased a newspaper began reading about the terrible onslaught of a horrific murder.
"My, God!" One man said as he skimmed the article about the poor, unfortunate woman who was slain so viciously.
"It says that she was stabbed multiple times in the chest and stomach, and the most damage has been done in the region below her waste. Between her legs to be exact."
The men and women present groaned at the mention of the tortuous harm inflicted on the victim. "My, God. He took away her livelihood."
"Whoever it was that did this is a sick individual." Said another man.
"And to think that this maniac is still walking the streets. What are we to do now?" A well-to-do woman asked.
The crowd continued to discuss the matter, the women in particular, worrying about the welfare of their own safety and that of their fellow daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, female cousins and girl friends.
All of the ruckus occurred outside of a modest apartment building. Daylight had shown through the window of an apartment that had an amount of vibrations working its presence. Moans and groans could be heard with the addition of heavy breathing at the activity that was occurring within the room. Spark was about to get release just as Race was reaching his peak. He closed his eyes and grunted as he discharged his juices within her.
Spark smiled as she looked up at her new lover. Race hadn't had this much fun in the bedroom for quite a while now. He was getting tired of satisfying himself and felt that he needed a woman. Thank God for Spark! She entered his life at a time when he was beginning to get lonely.
The two had such an incredible connection that they knew that they were right for each other. The chemistry between them was strong and evident in their first meeting and carried over into the bedroom. Spark wasn't a "fast" woman, but she wasn't innocent, either. She was a challenge and Race liked a challenge.
Spark and Race laid in bed conversing with one another as they felt on each other's person. Spark teased him about his height while pinching his nipples. He returned the favor by sucking on her neck, leaving a purplish bruise. He smiled, knowing that he had marked his "territory".
"Do you do that to all of your girlfriends?"
"Not all of them. Just the ones that please me." He said, grinning wickedly.
"What about your last girlfriend? Didn't she come back pleading for you to take her back into your arms?"
"Hell no! She was looking for a sponsor. I was looking for a good time."
The two began laughing up a storm as Spark ran her hands along his lean muscles. Though still short, Race managed to acquire muscles throughout the years. He gathered that was one of the reasons why women were more eager to be with him. At one point, he couldn't even buy a date. Now, he's got more women running to him than he can shake a stick at. Now he knew how Spot and Jack felt.
"Boy, oh boy. If Jack could only see me now."
"Jack? Jack Kelly?"
"Yeah, he's one of me best friends."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot that you two used to be newsies together."
"And he was quite da ladies' man back then. Dat's before Brett took him off da market."
Spark snickered at his remark. She began placing light butterfly kisses on his neck and along his collarbone. Race ran his fingers through her hair and sniffed her tresses. He knew that he had enjoyed himself, but he was curious and wanted to know if she had enjoyed herself. He decided to probe her with a few questions.
"Why do women fake orgasms?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, I mean what's da deal. 'Cause men can't satisfy you or something?"
"Well, you don't wanna hurt his feelings, now."
Race just shook his head. "Here's a word of advice. Don't do dat ta da man and don't do dat ta yourself 'cause you're making a lotta guys feel like studs when they're duds. He's never gonna please ya."
Spark raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? And when did you become such an expert?"
"Hey, I'm Italian. Making love and singing opera is what we do best." He smugly grinned.
"Well, don't worry. If I'm faking, you'll know." She said right before pulling him into a passionate kiss.
~
All was well at the Kelly residence on this clear and pleasant evening. They had a scrumptious dinner and dined on a fantastic dessert. Brett cooked the kids' favorite treat of peach cobbler. They devoured it within minutes. Jack was rather talkative throughout dinner as Brett listened carefully. One of the things that kept a marriage together was excellent communication. Brett always believed that.
Afterwards, Jack sat in the parlor reading a story to both Brent and Madeline. Each sitting on one of his powerful thighs, the children kept their eyes on the pictures of the illustrated storybook from which Jack read. Jack loved these moments of quality time with his children. It also gave Brett some time to relax and be with her own thoughts.
In the kitchen, Brett washed the dishes quietly while occasionally asking Meade if he needed any help with his math homework. Meade was quite intelligent and a very good student. He was also somewhat self-reliant when it came to his studies and whenever he encountered difficulty, he would seek assistance from his mother when he became agitated. She kept quiet most of the time, keeping herself occupied as much as possible. For the past few days, Brett's behavior had changed somewhat. Jack never really noticed that she was a bit edgy the night he thought she came back from Sweets' house.
Once Meade had finished his homework, he kissed Brett and proceeded to go to bed, but not before taking his bath. Jack had already made Madeline and Brent bathe right before their storytelling time.
"That was a great story, daddy. Tell us another one."
"Sorry, Madeline." Jack chuckled. "It's time to go to bed."
"But tomorrow is Saturday. We don't have school on Saturday, daddy."
"I know, but don't you wanna go to Coney Island? Don't you wanna see Aunt Dewey and Uncle Spot and all of their kids? How about Uncle Mush and Aunt Sprite and their children? If you wanna have fun tomorrow, you've gotta be a good little girl and get some sleep."
Brent quickly jumped off of Jack's lap and ran to his room with Madeline following suit. Jack giggled to himself at their brisk flee. Stretching his arms, he found himself becoming drowsy. It was Friday and Jack's day had been quite hectic. Shielding the day's events from his mind, he walked upstairs to the master bedroom.
He looked in on Brett who was already sleeping. Apparently, her day was quite eventful as well. They usually had one of their heart-to-heart talks before retiring. With her braided ponytail, interlaced with a ribbon, she looked like a teenage girl instead of an adult woman, wife, and mother. Jack looked fondly at his spouse as she lay in a dreamless slumber. As Jack slid in beside her, he began to rub her sides gently. He lowered his head beside hers and gently blew into her ear. Kissing her warm cheek, he softly whispered, "I love you."
Tears began to trickle from beneath her closed, dark eyes. Although she was very happy to have such a loving husband, she felt horrible about her situation. She lied to him about her comings and goings of the days before and he had no knowledge of her ex-fiancé's reappearance. Thankfully Jack did not know. She did not want any trouble. She made up her mind that she was not going to become Braden's sex toy. Her body belonged to Jack Kelly. No other man would ever touch her without her permission. She had always taken her marriage vows seriously as did Jack. Staring into the darkness and feeling his powerful chest against her back, Brett let all of her demons go as she relished in the feeling of Jack's arm draped across her waist the soft sounds of Jack's breathing lull her to sleep.
~
Jack was had waited patiently in the Dodson's Photography while the clerk retrieved his photo. Earlier in the month Jack and Brett brought their kids in to take pictures of them to add to their collection. Family portraits became a yearly pastime as the family unit grew. He pulled out a large walled which contained one of his wedding pictures and the first picture of him, Brett, and Meade when he was a newborn. He looked on fondly at the photograph as he remembered the day they took the picture. Meade slept much of the time so his eyes were closed. Jack and Brett smiled lovingly into the camera as only a couple hopelessly in love would.
"Here are your portraits, sir."
The clerk immediately broke Jack's concentration as he was off in fantasyland dreaming. He handed the clerk the money for the portraits and thanked him. The clerk gave an appreciative nod and proceeded to the cash register.
Jack exited the store quickly. He wanted to meet up with his co-workers at a night for drinks and playing poker one of their houses and he promised himself that he wouldn't be late. Brett stayed home and tended to the children and had no problem with Jack having a night out with the boys.
Checking his watch, he steadily moved his pace faster to get to his destination. Without warning, he bumped into another passer-by.
"Oomph! My God, I'm sorry! I didn't see ya comin'."
"That's okay. I should've seen you coming."
As the two men exchanged apologies, Jack looked down and noticed that his pictures had scattered on the sidewalk. Both men knelt down to retrieve them quickly.
"Thanks!"
"Don't mention it." The dark-haired fellow said handing Jack two pictures, one of them being the wedding photo.
"That's a lush-looking dame you've got there. You're a very lucky man." He said, staring intently at the woman in the picture.
"I certainly think so." Jack replied.
"She looks rather sweet and tender."
Jack noticed that the man kept looking closely at the photograph, as if he were concentrating on something. In a break of thought, the man quickly gave Jack the photo with a sullen look on his face.
"Is dere something bothering ya?
"No, sir. It's just that your wife reminds me of someone I once loved and lost."
Jack expression became sympathetic. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that."
The man looked intently at Jack, as if he were trying to place Jack's face into his memory. "Women. They make such splendid companions, do they not?"
"Well, mine certainly does."
"Indeed. Well, I'd better let you go about your business, sir. Good day." The stranger said. Jack nodded and headed on his way to meet his friends. He walked down the street happy as a lark ready to engage in the typical male activities that he and his friends usually did in each other's company.
As he departed, the dark-haired man pulled out a cigarette and lit it up right before throwing his match to the ground and extinguishing the flame. Turning on his heel, he managed to attract the attention of a young newsie from who he purchased a paper and walked to his immediate destination.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, Spark and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 5 - Revelations
"Extra! Extra! Lady of the evening found dead in an alley near the Central Business District! Suspects unknown!"
The lad quickly sold several copies of his papers until he was down to a mere five papers left in his hand. The men and women who promptly purchased a newspaper began reading about the terrible onslaught of a horrific murder.
"My, God!" One man said as he skimmed the article about the poor, unfortunate woman who was slain so viciously.
"It says that she was stabbed multiple times in the chest and stomach, and the most damage has been done in the region below her waste. Between her legs to be exact."
The men and women present groaned at the mention of the tortuous harm inflicted on the victim. "My, God. He took away her livelihood."
"Whoever it was that did this is a sick individual." Said another man.
"And to think that this maniac is still walking the streets. What are we to do now?" A well-to-do woman asked.
The crowd continued to discuss the matter, the women in particular, worrying about the welfare of their own safety and that of their fellow daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, female cousins and girl friends.
All of the ruckus occurred outside of a modest apartment building. Daylight had shown through the window of an apartment that had an amount of vibrations working its presence. Moans and groans could be heard with the addition of heavy breathing at the activity that was occurring within the room. Spark was about to get release just as Race was reaching his peak. He closed his eyes and grunted as he discharged his juices within her.
Spark smiled as she looked up at her new lover. Race hadn't had this much fun in the bedroom for quite a while now. He was getting tired of satisfying himself and felt that he needed a woman. Thank God for Spark! She entered his life at a time when he was beginning to get lonely.
The two had such an incredible connection that they knew that they were right for each other. The chemistry between them was strong and evident in their first meeting and carried over into the bedroom. Spark wasn't a "fast" woman, but she wasn't innocent, either. She was a challenge and Race liked a challenge.
Spark and Race laid in bed conversing with one another as they felt on each other's person. Spark teased him about his height while pinching his nipples. He returned the favor by sucking on her neck, leaving a purplish bruise. He smiled, knowing that he had marked his "territory".
"Do you do that to all of your girlfriends?"
"Not all of them. Just the ones that please me." He said, grinning wickedly.
"What about your last girlfriend? Didn't she come back pleading for you to take her back into your arms?"
"Hell no! She was looking for a sponsor. I was looking for a good time."
The two began laughing up a storm as Spark ran her hands along his lean muscles. Though still short, Race managed to acquire muscles throughout the years. He gathered that was one of the reasons why women were more eager to be with him. At one point, he couldn't even buy a date. Now, he's got more women running to him than he can shake a stick at. Now he knew how Spot and Jack felt.
"Boy, oh boy. If Jack could only see me now."
"Jack? Jack Kelly?"
"Yeah, he's one of me best friends."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot that you two used to be newsies together."
"And he was quite da ladies' man back then. Dat's before Brett took him off da market."
Spark snickered at his remark. She began placing light butterfly kisses on his neck and along his collarbone. Race ran his fingers through her hair and sniffed her tresses. He knew that he had enjoyed himself, but he was curious and wanted to know if she had enjoyed herself. He decided to probe her with a few questions.
"Why do women fake orgasms?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, I mean what's da deal. 'Cause men can't satisfy you or something?"
"Well, you don't wanna hurt his feelings, now."
Race just shook his head. "Here's a word of advice. Don't do dat ta da man and don't do dat ta yourself 'cause you're making a lotta guys feel like studs when they're duds. He's never gonna please ya."
Spark raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? And when did you become such an expert?"
"Hey, I'm Italian. Making love and singing opera is what we do best." He smugly grinned.
"Well, don't worry. If I'm faking, you'll know." She said right before pulling him into a passionate kiss.
~
All was well at the Kelly residence on this clear and pleasant evening. They had a scrumptious dinner and dined on a fantastic dessert. Brett cooked the kids' favorite treat of peach cobbler. They devoured it within minutes. Jack was rather talkative throughout dinner as Brett listened carefully. One of the things that kept a marriage together was excellent communication. Brett always believed that.
Afterwards, Jack sat in the parlor reading a story to both Brent and Madeline. Each sitting on one of his powerful thighs, the children kept their eyes on the pictures of the illustrated storybook from which Jack read. Jack loved these moments of quality time with his children. It also gave Brett some time to relax and be with her own thoughts.
In the kitchen, Brett washed the dishes quietly while occasionally asking Meade if he needed any help with his math homework. Meade was quite intelligent and a very good student. He was also somewhat self-reliant when it came to his studies and whenever he encountered difficulty, he would seek assistance from his mother when he became agitated. She kept quiet most of the time, keeping herself occupied as much as possible. For the past few days, Brett's behavior had changed somewhat. Jack never really noticed that she was a bit edgy the night he thought she came back from Sweets' house.
Once Meade had finished his homework, he kissed Brett and proceeded to go to bed, but not before taking his bath. Jack had already made Madeline and Brent bathe right before their storytelling time.
"That was a great story, daddy. Tell us another one."
"Sorry, Madeline." Jack chuckled. "It's time to go to bed."
"But tomorrow is Saturday. We don't have school on Saturday, daddy."
"I know, but don't you wanna go to Coney Island? Don't you wanna see Aunt Dewey and Uncle Spot and all of their kids? How about Uncle Mush and Aunt Sprite and their children? If you wanna have fun tomorrow, you've gotta be a good little girl and get some sleep."
Brent quickly jumped off of Jack's lap and ran to his room with Madeline following suit. Jack giggled to himself at their brisk flee. Stretching his arms, he found himself becoming drowsy. It was Friday and Jack's day had been quite hectic. Shielding the day's events from his mind, he walked upstairs to the master bedroom.
He looked in on Brett who was already sleeping. Apparently, her day was quite eventful as well. They usually had one of their heart-to-heart talks before retiring. With her braided ponytail, interlaced with a ribbon, she looked like a teenage girl instead of an adult woman, wife, and mother. Jack looked fondly at his spouse as she lay in a dreamless slumber. As Jack slid in beside her, he began to rub her sides gently. He lowered his head beside hers and gently blew into her ear. Kissing her warm cheek, he softly whispered, "I love you."
Tears began to trickle from beneath her closed, dark eyes. Although she was very happy to have such a loving husband, she felt horrible about her situation. She lied to him about her comings and goings of the days before and he had no knowledge of her ex-fiancé's reappearance. Thankfully Jack did not know. She did not want any trouble. She made up her mind that she was not going to become Braden's sex toy. Her body belonged to Jack Kelly. No other man would ever touch her without her permission. She had always taken her marriage vows seriously as did Jack. Staring into the darkness and feeling his powerful chest against her back, Brett let all of her demons go as she relished in the feeling of Jack's arm draped across her waist the soft sounds of Jack's breathing lull her to sleep.
~
Jack was had waited patiently in the Dodson's Photography while the clerk retrieved his photo. Earlier in the month Jack and Brett brought their kids in to take pictures of them to add to their collection. Family portraits became a yearly pastime as the family unit grew. He pulled out a large walled which contained one of his wedding pictures and the first picture of him, Brett, and Meade when he was a newborn. He looked on fondly at the photograph as he remembered the day they took the picture. Meade slept much of the time so his eyes were closed. Jack and Brett smiled lovingly into the camera as only a couple hopelessly in love would.
"Here are your portraits, sir."
The clerk immediately broke Jack's concentration as he was off in fantasyland dreaming. He handed the clerk the money for the portraits and thanked him. The clerk gave an appreciative nod and proceeded to the cash register.
Jack exited the store quickly. He wanted to meet up with his co-workers at a night for drinks and playing poker one of their houses and he promised himself that he wouldn't be late. Brett stayed home and tended to the children and had no problem with Jack having a night out with the boys.
Checking his watch, he steadily moved his pace faster to get to his destination. Without warning, he bumped into another passer-by.
"Oomph! My God, I'm sorry! I didn't see ya comin'."
"That's okay. I should've seen you coming."
As the two men exchanged apologies, Jack looked down and noticed that his pictures had scattered on the sidewalk. Both men knelt down to retrieve them quickly.
"Thanks!"
"Don't mention it." The dark-haired fellow said handing Jack two pictures, one of them being the wedding photo.
"That's a lush-looking dame you've got there. You're a very lucky man." He said, staring intently at the woman in the picture.
"I certainly think so." Jack replied.
"She looks rather sweet and tender."
Jack noticed that the man kept looking closely at the photograph, as if he were concentrating on something. In a break of thought, the man quickly gave Jack the photo with a sullen look on his face.
"Is dere something bothering ya?
"No, sir. It's just that your wife reminds me of someone I once loved and lost."
Jack expression became sympathetic. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that."
The man looked intently at Jack, as if he were trying to place Jack's face into his memory. "Women. They make such splendid companions, do they not?"
"Well, mine certainly does."
"Indeed. Well, I'd better let you go about your business, sir. Good day." The stranger said. Jack nodded and headed on his way to meet his friends. He walked down the street happy as a lark ready to engage in the typical male activities that he and his friends usually did in each other's company.
As he departed, the dark-haired man pulled out a cigarette and lit it up right before throwing his match to the ground and extinguishing the flame. Turning on his heel, he managed to attract the attention of a young newsie from who he purchased a paper and walked to his immediate destination.