Walk Away from the Son
Parker Sister Saga continues - Season 2 of SoA
Chapter 13-Back to Good
By BG and Reaper
XXX Three Wise Men (plus a dumbass & a crazy bastard) XXX
"Eastbound and down, loaded up and truckin'..." Bodie Hogan sang as he crammed his duffel bag into the truck and slammed the door.
"We're going WEST, dipshit." Stanley 'Motor' Johnson, pointed out to his friend.
"Oh...yeah, you are absolutely right." Bodie nodded and grinned. He cleared his throat and started singing again. "WESTbound and down, loaded up and truckin'. We gonna do what they say can't be done. We gotta long way to go and a short time to get there. We're WEST bound, just watch ole Motor run!"
Motor ran his hand over his face. This was going to be a long damn trip. He glanced over at his other travel companion. "What time you tell Dumbass to be here?"
Trace Cope rolled his eyes. "Knowing we wanted to be on the road in 'bout 15 minutes, I told him to be here an hour ago, that should be him rollin' down the street right now, just like clockwork."
Onto the lot roared Nolan Dumasse on his beloved 2005 Harley V-Rod. He slowed her down to a crawl and rode her right up the ramp and into the utility trailer that was hooked up to the Ford pick-up. He secured her next to the three other bikes already loaded inside.
BB Parker walked out of the 'Bama club house with Travis 'TNT' Toomey. "You sure you're up for this trip, old man?"
"I reckon we'll see, won't we? But y'all know better than to plant this boy anywhere but in Alabama clay."
"That question was rhetorical, Trav, cause you know five set out, five sure as shit better return in one piece and still drawin' breath."
Nolan walked out of the trailer and stared at his traveling companions. "Well...I'm here. We can get this show on the road now."
XXX Hello, T..R..O..U..BLE XXX
All hopes David Hale had for an uneventful Friday went out the window with an early morning call from his older brother. Every conversation with Jacob reminded him of one of those Magic-Eye books; in order to figure out the puzzle you had to look past the pageantry and study the details hidden within THE BIG PICTURE. So when Jacob announced that he had to leave town for a few days, was actually rushing out the door as they spoke and not to worry unless he didn't return, David was sure there was a lot NOT being said. He sighed into his cell phone as he walked across the parking lot at Charming PD, "How long should I wait until I get concerned?"
His brother's reply was drown out by the sound of approaching motorcycles. He watched as three unfamiliar motorcycles lead the way down the street. He noted the cut on each of the riders and turned in time to see the Reaper hanging on their backs. The top rocker proclaiming them SONS OF ANARCHY, was a given... the bottom rocker, however caused him some worry. Behind them traveled two pick-up trucks, each towing a utility trailer.
He dropped his gaze on the vanity plate adorning the first pick up, six dark-blue letters spelling out a phrase that caused his brow to furrow. SOA ~ SOB. And if that wasn't bad enough, the words Sweet Home ALABAMA made up the frame-work of the 12x6 inch metal equivalent of a Rebel Yell .The second pick up also sported a vanity plate, the same unfortunate framework but this one bore the phrase RUF-N-REDY. David Hale hoped like hell that this group would pull illegal U-turns and head straight back out of Charming. A contingent of Alabama SONS arriving in Charming could only mean one thing-Trouble...with a Capital T and that rhymed with P and that sure as shit stood for Parker.
XXX The Path to Porn XXX
Luann stared over the rim of her coffee cup, "Ya know, THAT question will follow me until the day there's nothing left of me but a pile of flesh, bones and silicone. What do you think they assume is the answer?"
Vix shrugged, "I think that most people's go-to answer for any behavior they can't understand, be it robbin' a bank, hackin' into computers, being a no-holds-barred, bat assed crazy party girl, or deciding to have sex with strangers on camera for a living is they assume you had a fucked up childhood."
"BINGO. And you know how the saying goes about assuming things." Luann replied with a smirk before taking a sip of her steaming beverage. "The real truth is never simple and as for the path that leads to porn, usually starts out with a some teenager wanting to be a model. Modeling, HA! Sooner or later the sentence, Could you undress now? is a steadfast of every job interview. Next step, girl starts stripping cause if you're gonna wind up naked, you might as well make good Bank, right? Then girl goes into Nude Modeling, that's when you don't even kid yourself anymore, all it really is is a combination of the two prior steps. Then it's onto Soft-Core girl on girl movies and finally she progresses into Hard-Core and you're so jaded it don't really matter anyway. You're there for the money... the fucking is just a means to that end."
Vix stared at the half-eaten bagel in front of her. She shook her head, resigned, "You know I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. My prior attempt at easing mine and Jaci's financial burdens was met with a bit of resistance."
Luann nodded. "I heard..Face it sweetie, that plan was so far out in left field it probably orbited Pluto a few times while THIS is a completely legitimate job offer."
"Juice says Pluto isn't a planet anymore."
"Really? Since when?"
Vix shrugged, "Speaking of Juice, I'm not sure he'd be amused with me workin' at Cara Cara. And there is the matter of a certain actress that I'm sure I shouldn't be let within 10 feet of."
"What if I promise you won't have to work with Tiffany?"
"These negotiations are unfair because you know I need the money. I won't see that kinda green workin' in a chop shop hair cuttery down at the mall. BUT, I know that you're stretched a bit over a barrel, too." Vix eyed Luann. "You know the salon was Rachel's means of income, too. So I offer you this...you put us BOTH to work and you got a deal."
"I'll have to re-work those figures if I have to budget for both of you..."Luann warned.
"Do what you gotta do. Get me the new offer before Monday." Vix rolled her eyes, "I can only placate my sister for so long. Promised her my ass would be at the Lodi Mall fillin' out applications beginning next week."
"Sure thing, sugar." Luann said as she took a sip of coffee and watched the young lady take a healthy bite of bagel. "Ya know Juice has been doing wonders to my online business. Net revenue has almost doubled. How are things goin'... you two back to good?"
"Nice segway." Vix said with amusement, "Juice and me are good, Lu. We had a big ol' Come to Jesus discussion and then things went in a whole 'nother biblical direction."
"Oooh, sexual healing... it's not just a song, ya know" Luann quipped.
Vix closed her eyes and pictured in her mind every detail of their healing. She shifted in her seat, needs and desires stirring in her all over again. She tried to downplay the grin that accompanied the mental replay...
"I miss you, Vix"
"I'm right here." She shot him a questioning look.
He gave her a totally endearing, lopsided smile. "You're too far away."
"Define too far."
"Not in constant contact with some part of my body."
Now it was her turn to unleash a quirky grin, "Ah... and I bet there's a specific part of your body you're wanting to be .. um, constantly contacted."
"Sure." He laughed. "But at the moment I'm not that picky." He snagged her hips and yanked her tight against him. With her straddling his lap she flung her hands out to brace the wall behind his head, right before her breasts hit his chest. Taking her face in his hands, he crushed his mouth to hers.
She'd felt like she'd been drugged, intoxicated by the taste of him. Suddenly she couldn't get enough...her finger tips twitched to touch him, to run her hands all over him but the overload of sensation created by his mouth on hers, his tongue sliding along hers, was all she could focus on at the moment. He wove his fingers through her spiky hair. His kiss was deep yet slow, almost lazy, and it was at complete odds with the ravenous hunger now clawing through him, to have her, all of her.
She'd felt his cock surge to rock hard proportions as she began to moving her hips. Internally, she'd felt the exquisite torture of clenching muscles, racing pulse, tightening nipples. He was driving her to a fever pitch. His body was rigid and taunt against hers and yet his fingers, his lips, his tongue were all gentle and smooth and deliberate. He slid his mouth from hers and then took her bottom lip and sucked it. A groan escaped from deep in his throat and while cupping her jaw he lightly thumbed the sides of her neck.
Her breasts ached for those fingers to be brushing against them, for his mouth to be sucking and nipping. Suddenly her mind registered his arms dropping to encircle her waist and she felt him lift her up as he surged to stand. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist as his momentum carried them forward across his living room, aiming for the space between two of the decorative screen wall partitions that lead to his bedroom. His aim was off and her spine came up against the wall. Her knees began to wobble when he stood her on the ground.
He slid his hands down her body, moving his body down along hers at the same time. She gasped and arched against him as his hands cupped her breasts. His thumbs ran in a circular motion over her nipples. The sensation even through her clothes, dampened her panties and caused her breath to get caught in her throat.
She heard a ragged edge to his own breath as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He nudged the bottom of her tee-shirt up with the tip of his nose and began tracing his tongue around her naval. He dipped the tip of his tongue inside her belly button at the same time as his thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples, eliciting a guttural grown from her.
He gripped her hips, pinning her back against the wall as he tugged the button of her jeans open with his teeth. His thumbs pressed against her hipbones as he again used his teeth to yank down her zippered fly. He pressed his lips against the skin he'd just exposed. He pulled back and stared up at her. "Lose the shirt" he said and she complied, tugging her t-shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor next to where she stood. She smiled down at him playfully. He nodded at her again, "That too." Reaching behind herself, she unhooked her bra and a second later it joined her shirt on the floor next to her feet.
Pressing soft kisses against her belly, he reached up and caressed her now bare breasts. She felt him dip his tongue along the edge of her panties and she shuddered as pleasure ripped through her. A long, low groan came out of her and she whimpered when his hands left her breasts and started tugging her jeans down. She lifted her legs one by one, kicking out of her jeans and panties. She now stood completely exposed to him... for the first time in a long time...
As he slid his hands around the back of her legs and his lips brushed against her thigh her inner muscles clenched so tight in anticipation of what he was about to do that it caused her physical pain. She had to fight the urge to keep from grabbing his head and shoving him where she needed him most. Her patience was rewarded when he nuzzled her thighs apart and gripped her hips harder and he dipped his tongue exactly where she was dying for it. She let herself go as he slid his tongue against her, flicked and swirled it against her clit. Her hips began to rock and she heard herself alternate between moaning and swearing. She was lucid enough to pick up on the fact that each time she'd cuss, he'd groan against her.. He continued to taunt her with his tongue until she was panting hard and suddenly gasped and twitched hard.
Her legs went loose and he bore the sudden brunt of her weight as he eased them both to the floor., where he held her as she shuddered and gasped and giggled. In the next minute she was tearing at him, shoving her tongue in his mouth... enjoying the taste of herself on his tongue. She dragged his shirt over his head and raked her fingers down his chest, pausing to tweak each of his nipples. She moved her fingers across his abdomen until she found herself ripping open his belt buckle and jeans. He lifted up as she tore them down just as she was about to return the oral favor, he stunned her by pulling her body up the length of his, bringing her face to face with him. Reaching out he caressed her cheek. "Not now... there's something I want more, something WE NEED more, Vix."
She leaned down and kissed him softly as she reached between them and took him in her hand. Shifting her hips slightly she guided him into her and sunk down on him. Too overwhelmed by the deep physical connection, she felt herself unable to move. She wasn't even aware of the tears pouring from her eyes until she felt him pull away slightly. She opened her eyes at the move and saw his look of concern. She couldn't formulate words so she tried to express with her eyes that she wanted this.. needed it really but was so overwhelmed she could hardly breathe. She knew he understood when he cradled her and rolled them both, bringing himself on top.
"Shh shh shh shh shh." He murmured lovingly against her ear as he slowly began to move inside her. He brought his lips to her face and kissed her tear stained cheek, licking away her salty tears. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved in echo of his rhythm . She was not the only one upon whom the emotional edge of their re-unification fuck took it's toll. It wasn't long before he was moaning and cursing, as she had a short time before. She felt a shift in the intensity of his thrusts, heard his breaths come in short choppy pants. "Aw! Ffff—uuu-cccc—kkk, meeeee." He moaned as his body jerked and spasmed inside her. She was still trembling when he finally withdrew from her. They both laid on the floor, staring at his ceiling. "I've missed you, Vix"
She replied with a sniffle, "I've missed you too, Jean."
"Vix"
"Hmmm."
"VIX!"
"Hmmm?"
"VIX!" Luann called for the third time with a highly amused grin on her face.
Vix jumped slightly, completely busted, to quote that old song, having day dreams about night things in the middle of the, well morning. "What?" She managed to respond.
Luann smiled, knowingly. "So you and Juice are good then?"
Vix just nodded and took another bite of her bagel.
XXX The Redneck Calvary Arrives XXX
X Greetings & Salutations X
"What the fuck is this?" Clay asked as he watched Motor and the other men step out of the trucks that had just rolled into the TM lot along with a few bikes.
Jax smirked as he stood beside his step father. "Looks like the Redneck Calvary has arrived."
Clay turned his head to stare at his step son. "Did you do this?"
"Nope."
"Call the Parkers, get them here and make it non-specific. I want to SEE their reactions to this little arrival. I wanna see if they made this request before I call BB and inquire what the fuck part of let Charming handle shit didn't translate to Southern-speak."
Jax nodded and pulled out his cell phone. He didn't really give a shit who had called the Bama crew, he was happy to see them. Things had been going downhill in Charming lately, he welcomed having a few more brothers around.
Tig walked out of the office and strolled over to where Clay and Jax were watching the newcomers. He feigned surprise and asked, "What's going on? Holy shit...that's Motor."
"Yeah...looks like our Southern brothers have decided to pay us a visit." Clay deadpanned and then asked his SAA. "Know anything about that?" Before Tig could respond the Bama crew came walking over and the greetings began. Clay plastered a huge fake grin on his face and went to shaking hands with the visitors. He was shocked to see TNT; the once President of the Bama crew had pretty much become a recluse in the 15 years since his horrible wreck. For Travis to come down off the mountain, this trip had to be a big deal.
The other SAMCRO guys came milling out of the garage and joined in on the greetings which quickly became a flurry of handshakes, hugs, smiles, and back slaps. Motor and another guy came walking over to Tig.
A lean guy with a bald head grinned and extended his hand to Tig. "Bodie Hogan...no relation."
Tig frowned as he shook the guy's hand, "Relation to who?"
Bodie widened his eyes as if to say you're kidding me and then clarified, "The HULK...Hulk Hogan?
I get that all the time cause of the shared last name."
Motor looked at Tig and shook his head in annoyrance. "He does NOT."
Tig just stared at Bodie with a half smile of amusement on his face thinking, Crazy bastard.
X The Summons X
Jaci had just finished changing out of her pj's and into more suitable attire. She had gotten a lot accomplished by working from home that morning and was heading to town to meet up with Vix and start clean up work on the salon, hopefully without any screaming or punching this time around. Her phone rang as she was pulling her hair into a ponytail. She sighed when she saw the caller ID, it was a co-worker. After five minutes of touching base with Beryl, her fellow accountant at the firm, work was squared away for the day. She had more of it coming to her in email but that was fine. She was just glad everyone at the office was so supportive of her and understood she needed some slack to take care of the fire pit that the salon had become.
She let out a little grunt of frustration when her phone rang again and muttered. "Come on, Beryl...I've been gone for a half a day! The world still turns!" But it wasn't it her co-worker on the phone this time...it was Jax, with a very direct ORDER for her and Vix to come to Teller Morrow immediately. Jaci only had time to agree, not question as Jax promptly hung up on her. She grabbed her car keys and headed to the garage, calling Vix as the garage door pulled open. They were to meet at TM and see what the hell was going on together.
As she turned on her blinker light to signal her turn into the TM lot, Jaci's stomach clenched with dread. She had a bad feeling about what was waiting on the other side of the gates, hell she couldn't remember the last time being at TM resulted in something GOOD. She blew out a breath and rolled into the lot. As she drove, a group of guys standing near the garage bays caught her eye. She glanced at them only long enough to notice they were wearing cuts but kept her focus on parking the car. As she killed the engine she wondered if maybe the guys were going on a run, maybe Jax needed her and Vix to look after Abel? But then again, didn't he have Tara and Gemma for that? Surely Jax wouldn't SUMMON her to TM to assign babysitting duties.
X Familiar Faces in the Crowd X
She stepped out of her car and scanned the parking lot more intently. She saw the usual suspects standing around, it really was a wonder any work got done at the garage. She let her eyes fall on the next group of guys and noticed the matching huge black Ford trucks. She frowned as something about the trucks seemed familiar and then her eyes landed on Trace Cope, he was a fairly distinct figure at 6'6".
"What the hell?" Jaci muttered and took a step toward the group; that's when she realized who all was standing by the Bama VP. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed as a huge grin slid across her face. She covered the distance to the group in long strides, forcing herself not to run. As she got closer she called out, "What the hell are ya'll doin' here?"
Clay looked over to Jax with an eyebrow raised. So much for the theory that the girls called for Southern Assistance, Jaci seemed genuinely stunned. If she was faking, she deserved an Oscar. A wolf whistle was sounded as Bodie grinned at Jaci. "Goddamn! You look good girl!"
Tig frowned as he watched Bodie take Jaci by the hand and spin her around, ogling her before hugging her. He'd have to keep an eye on that fucker. But he couldn't say he blamed Bodie...Jaci did look good that day. She was far from her normal work day apparel, today wearing jeans and a gray thermal with a dark blue t-shirt over it. She had her hair pulled back and work boots on but she was a stunner none the less. Maybe the gorgeous smile on her face had something to do with her appeal; a smile on either Parker girl's face was a rare commodity these days.
Bodie's attention was immediately torn though as Luann and Vix roared into the lot in Luann's bright red convertible Corvette. He struggled with multitasking, hugging Jaci while he tried to check out the Vette. As Vix recognized the Bama crowd, she popped out of the car.
"There's my girl!" Nolan yelled and took a few steps away from the crowd. He stood with his arms opened wide and a grin on his face as Vix ran full blast towards him squealing, "DUMBASSSSSS!"
Jaci turned and watched as Vix tackle hugged Nolan and the pair landed on the pavement. She shook her head and laughed but went back to greeting the rest of the guys. Trace gave her a warm smile as he came sliding over to her. If BB was essentially her daddy, Trace was more like her favorite uncle. He wrapped his huge muscular arms around her and lifted her off her feet in a gentle bear hug, never disturbing the black cowboy hat that rested on his head. He held her close to him and whispered in her ear, "Good to see ya girl...wished it was a bit happier occasion. But we're gonna fix all that, ok?"
Jaci nodded as he put her back down on her feet. She looked to the next surprise standing in line for her... TNT. Words couldn't even express how happy Vix would be to see her Godfather. Jaci gave him a nod and the older man hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. They didn't need a lot of words, both knew what a big deal it was for him to be standing on California soil.
Finally it was Motor's turn to greet her. She gave him a look that clearly said You sly little devil. He stood grinning as she cleared the distance between them. Several feet away Bobby cocked his head and mused to Chibs who was standing beside him. "Look at that...Motor's grinning. I didn't know he could smile."
Motor extended his hand and Jaci slapped it then pulled him into a hug, just like guys would. Sure they were cousins, but they were damn good buddies overall. She whispered to him, "What are you DOING here?"
His deep voice rumbled back, "Little birdie told me you could use some help."
"Well you heard right." She said as she pulled away and looked back to the chaos behind her. She shook her head, overwhelmed with the moment.
Motor stood with his hand on her shoulder. "You look confused."
Jaci laughed slightly, "Yeah, I think I'm a little out of the loop today. First you guys are here and now my little sister shows up with the Porn Queen of Charming."
"No shit?" Motor asked with amusement.
"No shit." Jaci replied but shook her head and concentrated on her cousin again. "Damn, let me look at you!" His wavy dark brown hair had grown to rest on his shoulders and his beard, which had always been bushy, now hung to his chest. It was amazing how much someone could change in just a few months. She reached out and ran her hand down his beard, pulling it slightly. "Rock N Roll Jesus...you look like Rock N Roll Jesus!"
Motor smirked and batted her hand away. "Ya like it?"
"I don't know." Jaci frowned but smiled, very amused with her cousin's drastic appearance. He was an intimidating figure anyway with his cold staring eyes and stout figure but the hair had just amped it up considerably. But there were a few more changes she was about to notice that would seal the imposing figure deal. As Motor pulled his right fist down his beard to smooth it, Jaci noticed something tattooed across his knuckles... the word MEAN.
"Stanley Johnson! What did you do?" Jaci hissed. Tig had been watching the pair and took a step closer to see what she was ranting about. She grabbed Motor's left hand and looked at the new tat, ONRY. She shook her head and looked at her cousin as he made a fist with both hands and let her hold them for inspection. "Been listening to a lot Waylon lately?"
"You could say that." Motor replied with a smirk. The song Lonesome, Orny and Mean had been the inspiration for the new tattoos. He knew Jaci would hate them...she was very cool when it came to tattoos but for some reason she had always hated tatted knuckles, thought they were stupid. He didn't expect much complaining from her, after all he thought getting Chinese shit tatted on ya was dumb but he didn't chew her out for the shit he knew she had on her back.
Jaci shook her head with disappointment but sighed. "Well, I'll give ya points for at least putting MEAN across your power punch hand." But his left hand was no laughing matter, Motor was one HELL of a fighter, she pitied any man that was on the receiving end of his punches, tattooed or not.
X Evidentiary Conclusions X
Clay watched as the Parkers greeted their family. If Jax didn't make the call, it was clear the girls didn't do it either and that left only two options...Juice or Tig. Juice stood off to the side with Bobby and Chibs, just as wide eyed as the Parkers with the Bama crew's arrival. That left ONE guilty party. Clay turned and looked at Tig, who stood looking fairly smug. He chose this moment to walk over and violently clamp down a hand on his SAA's shoulder. "A word please..." He hissed through gritted teeth and the pair walked away from the group.
"So YOU did this? Didn't think to run that by your PRESIDENT first?" Clay seethed.
Tig shrugged and tried to put a spin on the issue. "What's the problem? Look at em...the girls are happy, no more SAMCRO suicide watch needed. Bama'll rebuild their salon. One phone call and the Parkers are out of your hair."
"So I'm supposed to THANK YOU for going behind my back?"
"Wasn't like that, man." Tig answered with a frown. He didn't like Clay's tone at all, all accusatory and high and mighty. "Look...there was a problem...so I took care of it. Since when do you mind me doing THAT?" A hard look passed between the two and suddenly it was hard to tell if they were still talking about the Parkers.
Clay just nodded, still obviously irritated. "Yeah...well...that little talk we had about PRIORITIES a while back? Don't make me repeat myself." He cut a hard look to where Jaci was standing off in the parking lot now talking to Juice and then looked back at Tig, who had his jaw clenched. "You, Bobby, and Juice are the official Redneck Welcoming Committee. Keep em happy and out of the way."
X Hey, Jealousy X
Finally finished with her Bama greetings, Jaci noticed the odd look on Juice's face. She followed his frowning gaze as he watched Vix, his girlfriend, literally LAYING ON TOP OF ANOTHER DUDE in the MIDDLE OF THE PARKING LOT. Vix sat straddling Nolan, both of them were laughing and cracking up as they cussed and slapped at each other. Vix was was wiping away tears but Juice couldn't tell if they were from happiness or just laughter. Either way she was showing a shit ton more jubilation than she could seem to muster since before they'd broken up... and it was directed at someone else. His bad feelings were instantaneous and he quickly slammed the lid on them but Jaci had seen it, jealousy tinged with a bunch of other stuff.
Juice had his arms crossed over his chest but Jaci managed to loop one of her arms through and stood with him as they watched Vix finally roll off Nolan and help him to his feet.
"I saw that." She said quietly. Juice glanced at her with a look of saw what. She shook her head, "THIS is the time, Juice. RIGHT NOW, when you're feelin' like you are... this is when you ASK before your head gets all crazy. My sister and Nolan have been best friends since they were 15 years old. You ain't got a thing to worry about from him...unless you fuck her up beyond fixing and then he'll probably kill ya. So just simmer down, Juicey. She's just happy to see him. They're super close...sorta like a Jax and Opie equivalent."
"I'm NEVER straddling Op like that. I love the dude but that would be nine kinds of gay." Jax piped in with a smile. He had seen the dark look on Juice's face and followed Jaci's lead in squashing the jealousy.
Juice snorted a laugh, despite his wariness. He saw Vix make another mad dash to another Bama Son, the one everyone was calling TNT. He watched her throw her arms around him, the old man held her a long time. He whispered to her and smoothed her hair with his hand. When Vix pulled away, she crying real tears but a bright smile soon spread across her face as she took the old man's hand and started pulling him in Juice's direction, yelling, "Hey baby! You have to meet someone!" Juice plastered a smile on his face and walked to greet them.
X Accents & Dead Horses X
Bobby and Chibs stood smirking as they watched the Parker girls flit from one guest to the other. It was nice to see the girls with smiles on their faces for a change. Bobby laughed as he heard Vix talking a mile a minute to TNT and Juice, her hands were flying around gesturing, she was completely happy.
"You notice their accents instantly got thicker when those guys showed up?"
Chibs laughed as he nodded. "Aye..it happens when ya get 'round your own people." He winked at Jaci as she smiled at him then moved to talk to Tig. Looked like she was happy and back with Tig, those two were better with each other than without.
As Jaci leaned in close to say something to the SAMCRO SAA, Motor and Trace watched as Tig brushed his lips against the side of her head. It was a quick subtle gesture, but tender none the less. The Sons exchanged a look. Trace frowned and muttered, "Thought that was a dead horse."
Motor shrugged, "Don't reckon dead horses make phone calls asking for help."
Trace just sighed. "Well, FYI-I ain't sharing that little tidbit of info with BB right now. I got a big enough headache already."
X Shit Talkin' & Pony Jackin' X
Vix grinned up at Opie and proudly explained the whole Nolan hug thing. She had her arm snaked around the Bama Son's waist and he had his looped around her neck. "Juicey is still #1... but Nolan is my #2 in my heart."
Opie chuckled "#2 hmm?" He looked to Nolan and smirked. "You know what that means?"
Nolan smiled widely, "It means I'm THE SHIT!" Vix and Nolan cracked up with laughter. They bumped knuckles, all smiles.
Trace watched the crazy pair and rolled his eyes. Bodie shook his head, "Somethin' tells me this rebuild woulda went a lot quicker if we had left his ass at home."
"Nah, his job was made clear to him by BB. Nolan's mission is to bring Vix back'round to good."
"Well enough of this huggy kissy shit. Let's go see the salon." Bodie announced and walked away from the group, heading toward Jaci's Mustang. He hollered over his shoulder. "Hey Dumbass! Let's check out the Pony!" Nolan excused himself from Vix and jogged to catch up to his friend.
Jaci saw Bodie staring through her car windows but didn't think anything of it. He had always had a bit of a fascination with her and Vix's rides, appreciated good old American muscle car. She went back to talking to Bobby, Motor and Tig. A moment later she heard the Mustang's radio blaring...Bodie had turned the car on and Van Halen's Panama was blasting from the speakers.
"Shit...I left the keys in it." Jaci mused and started to walk toward the car to tell her friends to turn it down. All she needed was a busted speaker to add to her overall annoyance. Bodie was like a bull in a china closet, always messing with something. He was fun as hell but God love him, he could grate on the nerves. She thought about the long drive from Bama to California and wished someone would have videotaped the journey, she could only imagine how crazy Bodie was for that many miles in a confined space. Two seconds later, Jaci heard the engine roar to life and Bodie squalled tires as he threw the car into reverse and zoomed to the middle of the parking lot.
Jaci threw her hands out, "No no no no! Stop the car, Bodie!"
Bodie was grinning from ear to ear has he rolled down the driver side window and revved the suped up engine louder. "What? I can't hear you? Speak up!"
"Get out of my car!" Jaci yelled and pointed her finger at the pair of car jackers.
Nolan pulled himself out of the passenger side window and sat on the ledge so he could look over top of the car. He laughed, "Oh come on, J! We'll bring it right back! Scout's honor!"
Jaci shook her head and started walking along side the car as the other people gathered around the lot began to laugh. Bodie fed off of the attention from the group. "You better hop in! Train's a leavin!" He laughed, gunned the motor again and starting rolling forward. He would wait until Jaci would get close and then zoom the car forward...then stop...then zoom again.
"SHIT!" Jaci hissed and started to jog around to the passenger side. There was no way she was letting those two idiots drive her car without her. She pointed a finger to Vix as she jogged. "Just meet us there, ok?"
Bodie increased his speed and Jaci had to take off sprinting to try and catch up. Nolan was half hanging out the window, coaxing her along. "Run Jaci run!" She finally managed to grab the window frame with her hand and dove head first into the passenger seat... and Nolan's lap. Her legs hung outside the window for a moment has Nolan hauled her inside. She smacked Bodie in the face and crawled into the backseat. Bodie let out a whoop and punched the gas, sending the Mustang roaring onto the street.
X Counter Offers & Cowboy Muses X
Luann and Gemma stood inside the office at TM watching the action. Luann was appreciating the looks of the newcomers and making comments on what some of those guys would look like on film, "Christ, I could have a whole cowboy-themed series center around the big tall one." She mused.
"Trace." Gemma supplied his name "VP of that crew."
Luann nodded and looks wistful, "Mmm, Trace...I like the sound of that."
"So speaking of the job offers... how did your chat go with Vix?"
"She's up for it but she made me a counter offer."
Gemma laughed. "Of course she did. What were HER terms?"
"Vix'll only only agree if I employ Rachel too."
"Both of those girls are better stylist than the ones Caruso lured away."
Luann sighed. "I know and with the loss of her salon I thought I would have access to her talent for a while but now... 'Bama being here to fix her shit. How much of a wrench does that throw?"
Gemma shrugged. "Salon ain't gonna get fixed over night, not even those boys are that good. I'd say a couple of weeks but who knows. Maybe the wild child and her BFF will find a niche workin' wonders on porn stars."
"Maybe," Luann replied. "Vix is worried about how Juice will react. He didn't look thrilled at her reaction at seeing that 'Bama SON."
"Yeah well the honeymoon is over and now it's sink or swim." Gemma said with a roll of her eyes. "Those two both have a lot of shit to work through."
The two women watched as Vix, riding with Juice, and a mixture of Charming and 'Bama SONS roared out of the parking lot. TNT, opting to leave his bike in the trailer he was hauling behind his truck, brought of the tail-end of the pack headed for the remains of Twisted Scissors.
X Getting' Down To It X
The Bama crew was all business once inside the salon. They spread out and with the girls telling them what had been located where, they quickly inspected the damage. The girls had gotten lucky and the blaze had been put out quickly so the damage had been contained but was still pretty serious and inconsistant. Some areas had mostly cosmetic damage, a good scrubbing and some new paint might be able to do the trick but other areas needed stipped to the foundation and rebuilt. The salon equipment was a total loss and needed hauled out and replaced.
Jaci followed the guys around the salon, notebook in hand, as Trace dictated what all supplies they needed. After a while he stopped and smiled at her. "This is kinda nice...its like you're back home helping out on a job." Jaci smiled and rolled her eyes. It was very nice to be around the guys again and the moment did feel similar to those summers her and Vix had spent in Bama, usually assisting on a construction site. When Trace had rattled off his last item, he held his hand out for the list. "Let me see it."
She handed it to him and he passed it along to Nolan. "Take Bodie with ya and get it all."
Jaci started to protest, "Trace, we can't afford ALL of it. We're going to have to pick and choose and ..."
Trace pointed his finger at Jaci, "Shush. All you and your sister gotta do is stand there and look pretty. This is on us."
"Trace, no way." Vix piped up as she walked back into the main room. "We couldn't ask ya'll to...'
"You ain't askin' shit...and we ain't offerin' either. We're DOING IT. End of story." TNT clarified with a smile.
Again Jaci started to protest but Trace held out his massive palm over her face, "I said shush." While still holding his hand in place he nodded at Vix, "Go with the boys, show em around." Vix nodded and headed out. TNT and Tig wandered out the front door to smoke. Trace finally moved his hand to Jaci's shoulder and gave it a squeeze then winked at her.
"We'll pay you back...every penny. When the insurance ...IF the insurance pays." Jaci frowned, "Either way, you'll get your money back, I promise."
Trace shook his head. "We don't give a shit about the money, J. Hell TNT is bankrolling most of this...old man's got more money buried in his back yard than any one of us will ever make. Rather see you girls doin' good with it. You try to pay him back, he's liable to break your hand."
Jaci snorted a laugh and resided herself to taking the help that was being given. She smirked suddenly. "Why do I picture a long row up empty coffee cans covered in dirt on TNT's porch?"
"Cause there were." Trace replied with a raise of eyebrows. "Come on now, let me grab a smoke."
X Thanks, Little Birdie X
Jaci waited until Tig was just about done with his cirgarette. She nodded toward the salon, "Talk to you for a second?" He up nodded and followed her inside, through the salon and out the back door to the patio.
He had just shut the door when Jaci suddenly turned around. She covered the small distance between them in an instance and pushed him up against the brick wall. She took his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his while pushing her body against him. A moment later she slid her tongue in his mouth and kissed him harder. He didn't have a clue what was going on but went with it, his hands moving to her hips.
She pulled away from him just as abruptly as she had started but kept her head next to his for a second and whispered in his ear, "THANK YOU."
He stared at her with amusement. "What'd I do?"
She smirked, "Those boys didn't show up on a whim." She had unknowingly followed the same process of elimination that Clay had earlier that day. She started with Jax, then thought Vix had called the guys, then moved on to long shot that Juice had done it. Motor's comment had sealed the deal, Tig would be the only one to call him. She stared at Tig with serious eyes. "Thank you for calling them...for helping us...for helping me. We were too proud...wouldn't have asked for help."
Tig shrugged, quickly becoming uncomfortable for the attention his little phone call had gotten him. He played the task off as no big deal. "I told you I'd fix it, right?"
X Home Sweet (Temporary) Home X
The rest of the day was spent organizing before the guys had to head back to the clubhouse for Friday night Chapel. Temporary living arrangements were settled, Vix would continue to stay with Juice and Rachel would stay at a friend's house so that Jaci could take Motor, Trace and TNT in at Parker Place. Tig would get Nolan and Bodie settled into a dorm room at the clubhouse. A few phone calls were made and Bobby promised to help cook every night to feed the large crew, he sent Half Sack over to go grocery shopping with Jaci.
XXX Death Stares & Certified Scares XXX
Saturday was a huge work day. Everyone was up and out the door at 7am. Juice and Chibs headed off to get the building permits from the County, Juice of course knew a guy who could hook them up on a Saturday. Vix tagged along with Bodie and Nolan, lists in hand to get the first round of supplies leaving the rest of the remodel crew at the salon.
Motor began what would become his morning ritual while in Charming, giving a five minute death stare to the men that stood outside of Impeccable Smokes. He glared at Zoebelleand Weston's smirking faces and said quietly to Tig, "Tell me again why we ain't settin' one of those assholes on fire."
Tig didn't have an answer for his friend, he could only shake his head. He clapped Motor on the shoulder and the pair disappeared inside the salon. Minutes later they hung huge tarps up over the windows. The remodel was going to be a private affair, much to the disappointment of the LOAN men, they wanted to keep a close eye on the Parkers and the new Son arrivals.
It was a long, productive day and Jaci didn't make it home until late. The girls had eaten pizza downtown with the guys and everyone headed to their respective home away from home for the night. TNT and Trace walked inside the house as Motor waited in the middle of the driveway while Jaci checked the mail.
She thumbed through the stack as she walked along in the trail of the security light but then stopped dead in her tracks. "Shit."
"Shit what?" Motor asked as he held the front door open for her.
Jaci looked at the note in her hand. "I've got a certified letter to pick up. They missed me because I was gone all day." When Motor failed to exhibit the proper reaction, Jaci stared at him. "This is bad, Motor. The only time you get certified letters is for like lawsuits, you know legal notifications."
Motor walked on inside the house. "Or maybe if you won the lottery."
"I wish." Jaci sighed then seethed. "Damnit." She stared at the notification and cursed the sender for not correctly completely the form...the place for SENDER was left blank, leaving her to rack her brain for possibilities. She quickly excused herself and headed for her bedroom but she didn't sleep. She spent most of the night thinking of every possible bad ending. Was it the bank? Was it the insurance company? Was she finally getting sued for all those illegal music downloads from Limewire?
XXX Thoughts of Going Postal XXX
Sunday was a day of rest...but only for God. The Parkers and their helpers were back at remodeling, only Jaci wasn't very helpful. She was edgy and distracted. She hadn't wanted to worry Vix about the mail she had received but at lunch time when Vix asked her what the problem was she couldn't hold it in and spilled her guts.
"And the damn post office is closed on Sunday so now I have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out what's going on." Jaci explained. "I mean hell, are we being sued ALREADY? You told me you spoke to the bank about getting an extension."
Vix nodded. "I did, they told me they'd give us a month's leeway... said they'd take it and interest and tack it onto the end of the loan. You can ask Juice, he was with me, he knew the guy at San Jaw Savings and Loan."
Bodie could see Jaci was upset and tried to help. "Well ya know it could be worse, they coulda process served ya, so maybe certified ain't that bad."
Jaci just frowned. "I wonder how hard it is to break into the post office?"
"I know it's a weekend but just chill, J. We'll be first in line on Monday." Vix soothed, happy to be the voice of reason with her sister for a change. She patted Jaci's shoulder.
"Hell, can't be too hard to bust into that place...half the doors are always open anyway, so people can check their PO boxes and shit, right? You want in that place, I'll get ya in, J." Bodie said in a conspiring tone.
"Excuse the pun, but have you both gone postal? No one is committing a Federal Offense just so Jaci can find out if she and I are facing a Civil one." Vix announced, slightly amused.
XXX Made Whole XXX
Monday morning found Vix and Jaci standing inside the lobby of the post office, the first in line waiting for the steel dividers to be rolled up and for business to officially start.
Vix was eyeing her sister. She was very worried about potential fall out from whatever CERTIFIABLE DISASTER lurked behind the counter. She watched Jaci sign for the letter and then scan the outside of the envelope. She peaked over J's shoulder and saw the return address, Hale's insurance company.
Jaci shook her head, thinking the letter contained an official denial of claims. She turned on her heel and muttered, "Boy that was quick. Did they rush it thru the denial process?" She handed the letter to Vix and walked away shaking her head in frustration.
Vix sighed and opened the envelope, figuring she might as well see the bad news in black and white print. Only when she stared down, she wasn't looking at a 'we regret to inform you...' note. She was staring at a check, a BIG ASS check. Vix was shocked MUTE, which was extremely rare for her, only little sounds were coming out of her mouth. Finally her brain connected with her feet and she rushed after her sister, who was halfway to the parking lot by then. She managed to shout, "J!" She received no response, well other than her sister waving her off over her head. Vix planted her feet and then hollered, "JACI!"
Jaci spun around, annoyed. "WHAT?"
Vix held up the envelope "It's NOT a denial." Jaci stood there blinking and frowning, not understanding. Vix hurried to her sister's side and showed her the check. "We need to get to a bank NOW. I'm half scared this thing will self destruct like some message on Inspector Gadget."
Suddenly Jaci was struck with a thought, she flashed back to the codes inspector when they were FIRST remodeling the salon. "It's GA-JAY." Relief washed over her and she didn't know how to react to the feeling. Was everything really going to be ok? Could they really get past this hurdle? She snorted a laugh and then started full on laughing uncontrollably.
Vix eyed her sister. Shit, she's officially lost it. She corralled J into the the passenger side of the Mustang. "I'm driving."
XXX Good Lookin' Out XXX
Vix made a pit stop at TM and found the usual suspects at work. Juice spotted the car and headed out to meet her in the lot. He eyed Jaci who was still seated in the passenger side. Christ, now what? "You guys alright?"
"She'll be fine. We'll both be fine." She glanced back at her sister then back to Juice. "That other night, when you said you took care of the insurance cluster..."
Juice grimaced, "Shit babe...was that certified thing from Hale? I'm sorry. I swear to..."
"They paid the claim! All of it... it was a check." Vix blurted with obvious elation. "I don't know what you did, I don't want to know... but thank you!"
His heart swelled at the sight of the first genuine smile from her directed at him in what felt like FOREVER. "No problem, the fire wasn't your fault. You didn't deserve to ..." His words were cut off when she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
When she pulled away, she smiled. "I gotta get that over to the bank so my sister can start paying our invoices and then I gotta meet TNT, take him to Memorial Gardens."
He nodded and sighed, "What time do you have to be over at Cara Cara?"
"Um, Lu said around 4, said to expect a late one." She smiled and blew him a kiss as she walk back towards the car but then veered off back towards the garage, suddenly.
Vix spotted Clay and walked straight to him. "Hey. I just wanted to say thanks. I appreciate everything you and the other guys are doing, have already done." She took a deep breath and continued. "I know I was pretty adamant that my salon was not tied to this club... that was stupid of me. Some bonds are undeniable." She glanced over at Juice then focused again. "Just wanted to say thanks... and if you want me to kick up to the club... I'll figure out how to budget it in."
"I think you've got all the protection you need." Clay quipped and eyed Juice. He shrugged, "I'm glad to see you made whole... by whatever means."
"Me too." Vix started to the car again and threw in one last note. "Um, my sister and I are having a family dinner over at Parker Place. Tomorrow night. EVERYBODY is invited."
Clay chuckled and nodded his acceptance. He muttered to himself, "Some bonds ARE undeniable." He glanced over at the office and winked at Gemma, who was watching thru the window.
XXX Hasty Retreats & Heavenly Assists XXX
Later that afternoon, Unser pulled his police cruiser to a stop in the lot of TM. Clay eyed Tig and the both exchange a now what glance before walking over to meet the Chief of Police mid-parking lot.
"Afternoon." Unser said with a nod.
"What brings you by, Chief?" Clay inquired. "Car sounds like it's running fine."
Unser answered bluntly. "I got a shipment I need to make sure completes its journey to the Sisters of Our Lady of Perpetual Help."
Clay smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Doin' God's work now are ya?"
"Doin' my part... spreadin' The Good Word."
"And you need SAMCRO to deture the Devil from interfering."
Unser shrugged. "Thought it wouldn't hurt for you boys to earn a few heavenly brownie points but if SAMCRO is all Right with The Man, maybe your Southern brethren would be willing to lend a hand. Them hailing from a place a bit closer to The Bible Belt and all." Unser explained with a smirk of his own. "Oh and speaking of...it may have been my imagination but I believe I saw Vix Parker zipping by on the back of an old Electra Glide being helmed by an older gentleman. They musta been doin' about hundred and five out by Memorial Gardens. There ain't nothin' in Charming that needs to be run from at that speed... unless they wanna end up planted in that Garden. I suggest someone remind them of that."
Clay snorted. "You keep wanting me to do your work load I'm gonna demand an honorary badge and half your annual salary."
"Two badges." Tig added, looking completely serious.
"Funny." Unser deadpanned. "Look just talk to Vix. I heard about her little death wish. As much as I don't want to see that happen, I'd hate worse to see her take someone else out with her."
Tig smirked. "We'll handle it."
"Vix or...?"
"Both." Clay replied. He spotted Juice walking out of the club house. "I'll let you discuss the details with my business manager." He nodded at Tig. "Handle it."
Clay walked over to where Juice was talking on his cell. "What time does the ship Bon Voyage? What? Sorry yeah, disembark. Ok, yeah, I'll hold.." He looked up to find Clay standing in front of him.
"Goin' on a cruise?"
Juice shook his head. "Nah, Gram and the Olds... some Mediterranean thing. They watched that god damn movie and now they are all about their bucket lists. Ooh, hang on. Yeah I'm still here... what? Four senior citizens, no none of them are wheel chair bound or walker aided. For your information senior citizen does not mean invalid. Sure... ok... thanks." He ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket. "Sorry 'bout that. What's up?"
"Vix in a hurry to go somewhere this afternoon?"
"She and um, TNT were heading out to the cemetery to her folks graves. Why?"
"Unser said they were doin' about a buck-oh-five. That seem excessive given that JJ and Dawn aren't goin' anywhere?"
"Little bit." Juice mused and eyed Clay, not really sure what he expected him to do. "You want me to talk to her? I'm sorry if I'm sorta confused here, Clay. Since when was quenching a Need for Speed a crime?"
"Doin' One-oh-five in the broad daylight... on a two-lane.. headed outta town has always been a crime. We've already had one ol' lady wreck recently, we don't need another. Tell her to watch her ass cause she's drawing attention."
"Ok, you got it... I'll talk to her."
"Good." Clay said with finality and turned his attention to Tig as the SAA walked over. Juice eyed them both before muttering under his breath and heading back into the club house.
XXX
"Hello, old friend." TNT muttered at the headstone in front of him. "Dawn." He nodded his accord at the spouse of his friend. "Never thought I'd get another chance to bid you greetings in person, this side of the Great Divide that is. Don't much like to leave home no more. But when word blew my way that your girls were in trouble... well, what choice do you reckon I had?"
From a few paces away, TNT heard Vix's wry laugh. He shifted slightly and eyed her over his shoulder, "You got somethin' you'd like to add, young lady?"
"Nothin' he'd want to hear."
"Well then I guess it's good for you and bad for him that he finds himself such a captive audience now ain't it?"
Vix eyed the headstone hesitantly."You comin' all the way here to help Jaci and me in our time of crisis...that was far more effort than that man ever extend."
"Your Daddy loved you, Vix."
"He wanted sons, Tee. And he reminded us every damn day that we weren't."
"So did Henry the 8th... and look he got the best damn son he coulda ever asked for in Elizabeth."
"Oh lord, here comes the history lesson. You really need to get out more... being cooped up, only books and your dogs for company is doin' some crazy shit to ya."" Vix snapped. "Besides Daddy made it real damn clear that we'd never be good enough. Wendy up and quit tryin', Jaci pushed harder and me... well, let's just say I think I learned to swim so early just so I could rock the boat and not drown myself." She felt fidgeted, uncomfortable. "I think I'll go wait at your bike, leave you to your visit. Me comin' here was a real bad idea."
"I don't tend to agree. What better way to clear the air? Lay it all out... tell JJ every damn thing- good, bad, ugly... retarded."
"Juice? " She nodded towards the headstone, "He'd never understand or accept that. He'd never give it a chance. Hell, I'd like to think that my happiness would trump his prejudices but I seriously doubt it and in all honesty I don't rightly care. I love Jean Carlos Ortiz. He really is The Brass Ring for me. Not everybody is gonna understand it or accept it but I've never had a guy willing to inconvenience himself in the slightest for my benefit and yet Juice is willing to wade through all this shit for me, WITH ME."
TNT cocked an eyebrow. "Not counting Nolan? Cause that boy'd do damn near anything for you."
Vix shook her head. "A) I've never LOVED, loved Nolan. We are buddies and B) you are correct, he would do DAMN NEAR anything but Juicewould do THAT and a little bit more. He loves me, Tee, with an intensity that scares the shit outta both of us because it has the means to burn us, too." Vix started to pace as she tried to explain herself.
"And yet, it's almost like I don't have a choice. Me and him being busted up there for a spell only proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt. My place is beside that man, even if it burns me, and the way shit is going it just fuckin' might. Those racist fuckers burnt up my shit almost torched ME in the process, then they come visit me and pretty much say without saying that the fire should be a warning NOT to be wrapped up with Juice? With the club? I've done a lot of crazy shit, used up more than a few of the 9 lives people claim I must have but I never thought simply loving someone could be dangerous."
"You're always gonna have people don't approve of what you're doin' or who." TNT advised.
Vix laughed. "So I'm supposed to turn the other cheek and let 'em say what they want? Do whatever damage they will because they they believe their way is the only one?"
"I didn't say a thing 'bout turnin' the other cheek. Roxy is always big on the Bible so I know you've heard at some point that even the good Lord directs us to stand up and fight against curses and false judgment. We aren't to roll over and play dead. The Good Book tells us to let those around us know what is not right. You keep on the firing line and you fight and be brave against evil in all its forms. And darlin' trust me, it comes in many."
Vix shook her head and smiled. "Oh Christ. Seriously? What's next, the truth will set us free?"
TNT chuckled. "Oldest tag-line on record, baby girl. When hope is gone and the darkness has fallen, you look to love. The family that loves you, the love you say your man has for you. Love, Vix...love is light and light doesn't have to announce its way into a room or ask the darkness and hate to leave it just IS! Love and light they walk ahead of you and the darkness rolls back, recedes like a tide. It has to because darkness and hate can't be where light and love is." TNT stared at his beloved goddaughter. "And you're gonna have to forgive this old man his sentimentality...but I have to believe that Jesse'd be proud of how you girls turned out. I have to believe that or I couldn't continue to think of his as a friend and brother."
"You think so?" Vix's voice cracked in the slightest little way.
"I do."
"He'd be proud of us... even Wendy?"
TNT contemplated that question for a second and then chuckled. "Two outta Three ain't bad... and darlin', your daddy was a bettin' man."
Vix smiled and hugged her godfather and the two walked back to his bike. The old man stopped mid-path, "You know.. I reckon I gotta ask. Your man... those those tattoos on his head..I know everyone just chalks it up to some deranged flight of fancy but I get the feelin' that it's more than that. I get the feelin' that that boy is deeper than the roadside rut that some give him credit for."
Vix nodded and looked over at TNT. The old man might be a crazy bastard by design and made more so by life but he was good at reading people. That could be either a pro or a con depending on the situation. "Jean-Carlos is um, more than just surface deep. The bolts have very significant meaning, he'd never just randomly ink something on his body let alone somewhere so prominent as the side of his head. I know the story, it's deeply personal and it ain't mine to tell. If you really want to know, ask him. He'd probably be proud to tell ya. Most people don't take the time to ask, they just chalk it up to retardedness. Juice is NOT retarded, just a whole lot ADD and a bit socially backwards,"
The older man chuckled slightly. "Victoria Parker in Protection Mode... that must be one hell of a story."
Vix smiled and nodded. "Yep. If you do ask him, say I told ya to ask him about Keith Whitley."
TNT whistled, "Well now, you've gone and left me no choice, sugar. You know how big a Whitley fan I am."
XXX Down The Rabbit Hole XXX
"Do you think it's too fuckin' cliche to say I think we've stepped through the goddamn Looking Glass?" Rachel muttered to Vix as they entered the studio at Cara Cara later that night and looked around.
Vix sighed, "Well, we sure as shit ain't in Kansas."
Rachel laughed. "What was your first clue... the white board directives, Practice Your Orgasm Face! or It's All About COCK CONTROL!"
"Like the Hokey Pokey...THAT's what IT's ALL about!" Came a male voice suddenly. The girls turned in unison and were greeted by the sight of a dark-haired, tan skinned hunk with a good physique and a dominant presence. "The new girls?" He asked. Between the slightest twang in his voice and the way his lips pursed tightly together, standing there he resembled someone who could be cast as a yokel in a Puerto Rican remake of Deliverance. Vix just stared.
Rachel's face held an amused grin as she informed the guy, "We're the new stylists."
XXX Been There... Done That XXX
"This cannot seriously be happening." Tiff brought her hands up, palms out, fingers spread in the universal diva sign for WTF. "Holy...fuck, Ima. She's here!"
"Don't be a drama queen. Who are you even talking about?" Ima questioned, irritated as she looked up from the mirror where she'd been studying her reflection. She found Tiff fanning her face.
"Juice's psycho ex-girlfriend!" She hissed quietly."Well, not so much his EX, anymore."
Ima glanced at Vix and rolled her eyes, snorted. "Don't tell me you're actually scared of that little tattooed freak."
"She threatened me! Stole Juice back. You promised I wouldn't be just a rebound girl." Tiff pouted. "I really liked him."
Ima rolled her eyes. "Look, that bitch has no salon, no money." She snorted in disgust, taking in Vix's attire, "And obviously no style." She turned and plastered a reassuring look on her face. She took Tiff by the shoulders and said. "Give Juicey a few weeks to come around...and then she'll have no boyfriend... again. Once a cheater, always a cheater. There's no way in hell she didn't fuck that professor. Probably the only way her dumbass could get a passing grade."
"What hell are you two still doing here?" Luann asked. As she apporched she scanned the area and spotted Vix and Rachel looking over one of the white boards. She turns to the two actresses. "Look, I got enough of a headache trying to wrap up Spanish Fly Pussy so that we can start filming on the next feature. All that shit with Caruso set us way behind. I need those two... they are talented stylists."
"And if she starts shit with us?" Ima asked and crossed her arms over her surgically enhanced rack.
"She won't." Luann replied then eyed Tiffany. "Juice Ortiz is a lost cause, sweetie... move on." She rolled her eyes at the pout that formed on the younger girl's face. "And I suggest you both call it a day. I need you both on top of your game for Thursday. Leave by the backdoor."
After watching the two actresses leave, Luann wandered over to where Vix and Rachel were congregated, reading over the board listing sexual positions:
POSITIONS (Learn 'em, Live 'em, Love 'em):
The Cross Buttocks
The Pile driver
The Cowgirl
The Reverse Cowgirl
The Standing Cowgirl
The Saddlebag
The Doggie
The Dirty Doggie
The Scissor
The Scissor Mash
The Sixty-Nine
The Standing Sixty-Nine
The Blow Job
The Reverse Blow Job
The Wheelbarrow
Vix nodding along as she read through them. "WOW... sounds interesting... ain't got a clue on those three... yep, yep, oooh yep...ha that one is fun, ok, of course." She began giggling. "Oooh, tried that one... was going pretty good until Juice dropped me on my head when he was settin' to blow his load."
Beside her Rachel just groaned. "Ya know I thought my life was full of experience and crazy-ass adventure and then I meet you and realize... I've lived the life of a goddamn nun."
Vix laughed, "A Jewish, lesbian nun... currently involved with a Wiccan Priestess."
To be continued...