Disclaimer: Hey! Arnold is not my property. Nor is Swan Lake and Here Comes The Snake. And just to let you guys know, I have a big decision to make in Ridi, and so I'll be churning out chapters for this while I work through that crossroads.
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She writhed and moaned beneath him wildly, a delicious display of woman's splendor. Her small breasts wiggled in front of his eyes as he hooked his hips, her screams bouncing around the little room. Her slight frame, thin from hunger, glistened with sweat in the low lamplight. She cried out with an erotic whimper as her back bowed when he gripped her body, thrusting violently. Every force of his cock within her was punctuated by an Oh God tumbling chaotically from her lips.
The old wooden bed frame squeaked beneath their combined weight and activity, threatening to give out at a moment's notice. Her delicate, fragile fingers grabbed at the sheets, searching blindly for some sort of purchase to keep her grounded, keep her sane. The almost annoying wails pouring from her lips were becoming more and more difficult to block out. Just when he thought he was going lose his patience, his female companion had what appeared to be an overwhelming orgasm.
Hallelujah he thought to himself sarcastically as he too found his grateful completion. If he had to hear one more ecstatic and uncontrollable squeal of pleasure from her high pitched voice, he was going to rip himself from within her and throw himself out the window – nakedness be damned.
He lay on top of her for a few minutes, until she started stroking his head. That was when he rolled off and to his side, staring out the window. Her voice came softly from his blind side, a gentle sound about how amazing that was, and he wondered if it was too late to throw himself out that glass pane. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into sleep – not because he was lulled by her voice, but because he wanted to avoid it. Right as he was on the cusp of dreamland, he heard her address him, and vaguely he wondered how beautiful a suicide would be if he jumped from that window, two stories up.
A few hours later, sitting down in the kitchen nursing a cup of sugar with some coffee was Jolene. After getting little to no sleep that night, she had decided to sit up, watch the sunrise, maybe have a mug of caffeine, and then chew out her jerk of a little brother for not tapping over his fuck-buddy's mouth over. And so she sat, listening to the quiet of the morning, when the soft step-step step-step step-step came down the stairs. Looking up, Jolene was quite surprised to see fuck me pumps that sprouted into bare legs, the legs for days disappeared beneath a long rain coat. As soon as she saw the face of the woman, Jolene's surprise shifted focus.
"No. Way."
The redhead standing at the entry way to the kitchen seemed just as surprised to see the sister of last night's lay, her face going pale as the two women met eyes. They held their gaze for several minutes, before the blood quickly rushed back up to the intruder's face, nearly matching her hair. Without a word to Jolene she dashed for the door, gone and down the street before the raven haired woman could say anything. And so she sat at the table, contemplating life once more for several more minutes until she heard a distinct set of footsteps come down the stairs.
Bum-bum bum-bum bum-bum, and Thaddeus was standing in the kitchen, meeting the even stare of his sister.
"I can't believe you fucked that Cunt-Slut." Standing up with a sigh, she rinsed out her mug, trying to hold in the ranting monologue she wanted to shout at her cock-controlled little brother. He answered with his own exhale, plopping down in a chair and watching her adjust her holed and ripped plaid tights. Vaguely, he wondered why he chose the notorious redhead to fuck that night; if it was the booze or something else.
"If it helps, she wasn't as good as they say." Jolene stopped mid action, casting a look at her brother that was unreadable, even to him.
"It doesn't."
Slowly she turned and walked over to him, placing a hand on each shoulder and a practical smile on her face.
"I only wish you would find a girl actually worth fucking. And maybe marrying. Someone who can take care of you because lord knows I can't do it all my life." He laughed, and her smile became more sincere as she placed a kiss to his forehead, then moved for the door.
"I'm off to the club now, but I'll see you tonight at the theatre. And you better be on time – I don't want you to suffer the same fate as Nadia." Both were well aware that after the inebriated performer stumbled into the theatre last night, Jolene smacked her around good, but she was still very much alive.
Thaddeus nodded to her, and it was only after she had gone, and he was still sitting at table that any words left his mouth.
"I need to get out of here."
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Of the four wiseguys at the apartment, he was the only one that took off his hat to run a relaxed hand through sandy hair. His three companions were too busy ransacking the rooms to bother with any sort of mannerisms like that – besides, he was higher up than they were, he was allowed moments of stillness. A fifth man sat tied to a chair, looking panicked as the blonde man casually put his hat back on and lit a cigarette.
"Found it."
The world stopped as one of the guys came forward, handing the blonde man a large stack of cash. Letting it feather and listening to the hushed sound it made, he slipped it into the inner pocket of his coat while turning to the man in the chair.
"Well, this certainly has been enjoyable, Mr. Potts. Mr. Davenport would like to ask you to not steal from him again." He nodded to two of the guys, who bent and untied the man, now looking absolutely frantic.
"Here's a reminder to keep your sticky fingers out of your benefactor's pockets." Another nod, and the men held him while the other came forward with a hammer.
Screams of pain echoed throughout the small apartment and down the hallway. A few neighbors were daring enough to poke their heads out, but all of them had recognized the four men. And none of them were stupid enough to interfere.
Quietly the blonde man stepped out, closing the door swiftly behind him. The guys could handle this from here – it was all grunt mutilation now. He needed to get the money over to his boss before Mr. Davenport became concerned; take too long on an errand and you too can be suspected of a double cross. Besides, the sooner he got this taken care of, the sooner he could go to the club, and he was already late.
There was a girl he wanted to see.
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Every time she saw the neon pink sign above the door, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Force of habit, she laughed to herself while yanking open the nondescript steel door, and her slam relit the Moby in Moby Dick. Smoothly she navigated her way through the back hallways, carefully avoiding the girls already with patrons, and the men still looking for a good time. She slipped into a back room, smiling in greeting at a few of the girls who waved as she moved over to a small vanity, taking off her shoes and sliding down her tights. A redhead sat in a chair two stations down, and the women shared a look.
"So, Lila, how was my brother?" Jolene asked with a casual sort of snarl, and the two girls closest to them gasped in amusement.
"You fucked Thaddeus?" a blonde squealed, and Lila turned back to her mirror in an effort to avoid them, but Jolene would not be deterred from her smear campaign.
"Right and good I should think. She was screaming so loud I couldn't sleep." The blonde cackled cruelly as the Boss, a big, slimy kind of man with an unappreciated heart, stepped into the room. His presence silenced them.
"Lila, I'm moving you to the cages tonight; Helga you're still doing the bar. Jolene, I want you to work the floor." The girls nodded, and just as he was leaving, Lila let her petty anger get the best of her.
"Must be fucking him good Joe, to work not only here, but at his other theatre, and you get the floor tonight." She muttered when she thought Boss was gone, and Jolene laughed at her bitterness when he returned.
"Green certainly isn't your color, Lila. She works the floor tonight because she makes the most money. She doesn't have to fuck me to get talent like that." With that said, he was out the door and down the hallway. Jolene laughed again while changing into her scandalous uniform, mirth in her eyes as Lila seethed.
As she finished getting dressed, Jolene wandered over to the redhead, kissing her carefully on the cheek.
"Be a good little doll, and run to your cages. Leave the floor work to the real women." Before Lila could get a good swipe at her, she was gone, leaving a startled and furious redhead and laughing blonde in her wake.
Not five minutes later, she was standing on a darkened stage, listening to the horny guys on the floor coercing the serving girls and laughing bawdily. She took a deep breath, nodding to the band leader off in the corner. He replied in kind, his tall black hair matching his shadow-like skin as he turned to his mates and blew the first note on his trumpet. Not even a second later the rest of the guys joined in, Jolene swayed to the music as the lights came upon her.
"Here comes the snake and he circles your leg, He's come to play and make your body parts shake baby. He comes swervin' down your hall, it'll feel so good when he gives it his all." She sang smoothly, her voice almost too deep to be female, but most assuredly sensual. Jolene moved around the stage, teasingly letting the straps of her slinky dress fall off her shoulders, revealing pale arms.
She was seducing them, they knew it willingly, and she was so beautiful. She let the dress drop lower and stop at her hips, yet she covered her otherwise exposed breast with a delicate arm. Her eyes roamed the lounge, searching for the one face she didn't see.
"He's like a jail and you need an escape, want you to come get a file in your cake. I know He did you wrong and I'm here to give ya what you wanted all along." Forcing herself to focus on the dirty old men and their fantasies, she smiled with pleasure as she turned her back on them, flashing the creamy skin hidden there.
"Here comes the Snake." Singing over her shoulder to them, her eyes lit up when they spotted a young blonde man step in through the door. He met her gaze with a cool smirk, weaving through the people to sit at a table near the back. Carefully, he took off his hat, revealing sandy hair and a boyish face.
"Yes, I believe but I'd rather not pray, what I believe in I'd rather not say baby. Did your God show you the door? Well, I'm here to eat your apple to the core." The dress was gone now, and she stepped out of it carefully as the men watched how the muscle and fat of her ass moved and rippled beneath her skin.
"Here come the Snake." She sang over and over again, moving off the stage and into the lap of the first patron she found. She could feel his arousal underneath his pants, and gyrated her hips up and down on him, throwing her head back in pleasure. She stood up before he could move his hands from her hips to her breasts.
The next man whose penis she occupied grabbed her breasts right off the bat, moaning in her ear chaotically when her ass moved against him. She let one of her hands travel down her stomach to caress her clit for a few precious seconds, before she was up and gone once more. From the corner of her eye she could see the blonde man watching her, and she smiled while making her way back up the stage. She liked it when he watched her.
"I'm commin to getcha." She finished confidently as the lights went out and the men roared. Quickly grabbing her dress, she moved backstage and into a hallway, only to be slammed against a wall with enough force to wind her.
"Mhmm, you're a pretty one you are. How about a quick fuck, yeah? Bet it'll be real good . . ." he moaned, grabbing her breast and squeezing roughly.
"Back off asshole, I'm a show, not a fuck – especially not a free fuck. Go get one of the floor girls if you want a good time." She growled, shoving him off of her as she shook with rage.
"Hey! I paid good money to see your show – more than I think it's worth! I'm just gettin what I paid for." He shouted back, quickly undoing his pants and pulling out his erection. Just as he came at her and she was about to knee him in the balls, he fell to the side with a pained grunt. She looked at her assailant for a moment, before moving her eyes to the guy who hit him. If he thought she was going to give him a suck or fuck because he saved her life –
"Are you alright?" asked the man with sandy blonde hair.
– he would be absolutely right. His eyes widened as he too realized who she was; the whole reason he came to this joint, to this neighborhood, to this half of the damn City outside of work. His heart raced when she smiled at him.
"I could have handled him." she answered with a smile, and he grinned.
"I have no doubt about that." The man on the floor groaned, and Jolene kicked him between the legs with enough force to knock him out.
"I'm Jolene." She introduced coolly, holding out her hand and ignoring the fact that she stood before him completely naked.
"I know. I'm Ted." He took her hand, trying not to acknowledge the fact that he could see her breasts.
"I know."
And just like that, he kissed her.
~O~
Thaddeus walked down the gritty streets quietly, avoiding the patrols that were out checking identification. There had been another assassination attempt on one of the royals last night, so it was only natural that the SSCA would be doing sweeps. He didn't really want to deal with the best of the worst kind of humanity at the moment.
Skirting around them, he approached the small hole in the massive wall that separated the outskirts of the City from the surrounding forests. Sucking in his gut, he crawled through the opening he'd been using as his primary escape since childhood, getting stuck only momentarily. Apparently his ass was bigger than it used to be.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Thaddeus felt the living world fill his lungs to capacity and then some, enjoying the feeling of his stretched diaphragm. There was always something magical about the way this half of the world smelled. More alive, more free, more savage.
Earth, and grass, and water.
Shaking off his bout of poetry, the young man headed off into the wood, walking carefully as he listened to the birds. Did they only sing on this half of the Wall? Because he certainly couldn't recall once in his life when he heard them, save for out here. He wouldn't be surprised if that was the case – nothing sang in the City, save for songs of debauchery and depravity.
Deeper and farther into the forest he walked, until he could no longer hear the sounds of screams and gun shots, only the wind in the trees and the birds on the branches. The groans of the might oaks and the kiss of the sun through the leaves onto his pale skin. If he could live out here for an eternity, he would do so in a heartbeat, no doubt about it.
Suddenly he tripped on an exposed root, landing face first on a rocky shore of a lake. Glancing up in embarrassment, Thaddeus Gammelthorpe was bewitched by a flock of swans floating on top of the water.
Magnificent.
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Rhonda drifted on the water, trying to decided if she should preen her feathers, go for a dive beneath the surface, or a quick flight while the weather was still amiable. Off a short distance away, her mother and father floated, discussing who would be best suited to wed their only daughter and child. It would have to be an excellent choice, for Rhonda was to be the next Queen of the Swans, and this decision will affect the Swan Society for at least the next one hundred and fifty years.
But Rhonda didn't want to think about that.
Her mind was still enamored by the memory of the young man within the City, his face edged with white make-up, his black hair the color of the deepest shadows and his dark eyes piercing her. Even now, after she had fled to the safety of her home and hadn't seen him since, the thought of the nameless stranger made her insides quiver. It couldn't have been lust, for she was never so wanton as to feel lust at first sight.
She was a Princess, not a whore.
Movement from the banks of the Lake caught her eye, and as she turned her long, elegant head in that direction, she nearly squawked with surprise. A tall, dark haired man stood up, only to sit down on the rocks and watch them. He smoothly slid off his shoes and slipped them into the water, and Rhonda swore she could feel his presence flow through the currents and directly to her heart. There was no doubt in her mind that it was the same man she had stumbled upon last night.
With a quick glance to see where the rest of her flock was and if they were adequately occupied, she slowly glided over to the bank where the intruder sat. Whether this ended horribly or not, she decided she didn't care.
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