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CHAPTER 11 – Meet Jessica Pendergrass

She was cold, cross, and had no disregard for anyone else's personal space or feelings for that matter. This was a woman who was always use to getting her way every time & all the time; and if she didn't, then you would not want to be the one person on the receiving end of it all. Meet Jessica Pendergrass…A spoiled rotten trust fund baby. This girl was not just born with a silver spoon in her mouth; she was born with a whole place setting and then some. The daughter of a wealthy industrialist, who owned several mineral mines dealing in gold, copper, silver, aluminum, lithium, and other precious metals to count all over the globe. This was a woman who would not need to work a day in her life.

She was an only child, so there was no competition or sibling rivalry. She was giving everything from the moment she entered into this world. Over the years, she has had friends come and go by her choosing of course. If you were on her good side, you were allowed to remain in her clique, if not…then you were banished or exiled from every know place she would go. To ruin people and make them suffer was almost a hobby for her. She learned this trait from her father. "There are no fiends in any business, just mutual acquaintances to be used, shelved, or thrown away once they have severed they're usefulness." He would always tell her that. It was the way she ran her social life as well, because her social life was her job.

Her mother was merely a passive woman, a spectator if you will. She lived in fear of both husband and daughter. Not that they were abusive to her in anyway, but that if she went against anyone of them, she feared that she would be on the receiving end of one of their backlashes. She lived the good life, but in no way would rock the boat or draw attention to her in any negative way possible. She merely just blended into the background and let the savants do their jobs. She was simply a trophy for her husband, and that was all.

We now focus on Ms. Pendergrass for the time being. The time in now 6:00 on Friday evening. A certain escort service is about to get a most enlighten call.

"Listen Geeve's I don't care what your policy is. I am paying top dollar and then some for this hunk to take me out! He answers to me! Now tell me where he is so I can get in touch with him, pronto!" Demanded an irate Jessica. The attendant just rolled his eyes as he held the phone away from his ear. He waited until the screaming died down before he gave Jessica an answer, "Listen Ms. Pendergrass, there are rules that must be followed, and in case you don't remember, you did sign a contract when you requested our services. I reiterate that the contract states in section C, subsection A, note 3 that all appointments need to be scheduled within 48 hours notice." Just as the attendant finished his legal disclaimer that she agreed to in the contract, he then again held the phone out away from his ear, as the woman screamed at him. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? I AM JESSICA PENDERGRASS YOU IDIOT! WHAT I SAY GOES! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM CALLING. NEXT TIME, IF I HAVE TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH YOU AGAIN, YOU WON'T LIKE THE OUTCOME! EXPECT AN E-MAIL WITH THE DATES I NEED LOGAN TO BE AVAILABLE TO ME & ME ONLY! AND HE BETTER BE AVAILABLE! I'LL ACCEPT NO EXCUSSES!" As soon as the screaming was done, a click was heard. The noise was music to the attendant's ears. As he hung up the phone he thought to himself, "Somebody needs to put that pampered bitch in her place."

The infuriated woman stood there in the middle of her room after throwing the expensive smart phone at the bed. She didn't like it when she had to play by anyone else's rules but her own. As she stood there in her designer denim Guess Jeans, black Jimmy Chu Pumps, and pink Versace blouse that came off both shoulders exposing the soft milky white perfect skin of this 23 year old tycoons daughter. She stood about 5' 7" tall. A curly strawberry blond with a voluptuous build. She had the best body money could buy…butt, boobs, nose, skin, nails, and trainers to help her stay perfect. Not to mention a world class education. The best private school and college education money could buy. A women with this much at her disposal you may wonder why she would need to use an escort service? The answer was simple. Any man that would court her would only do so to get close to her father and his empire. They would do anything to get a piece of the family business. The man that would in turn marry her would share in the multi-billion dollar enterprise that is Pendergrass Mine & Minerals.

Jessica however, didn't like the men that tried to court her. They only wanted one thing…ok, well two things. By no means was she an unattractive woman. She was gorgeous on the outside, but dark and hideous on the inside. She has since chewed up and spit out every available guy within the county limit of Whittier California that was of upper class material. They all realized that it was not worth the torture and torment to even deal with this type of woman, and that was the woman who had everything. When she realized that none of these men would be at her beck and call, that is when she decided to use the escort services. They were simply throw away guys, or disposable dates. If one bored her or made the wrong move in anyway, she'd move on to the next sorry sap. Besides, she was paying them to be with her. So they had to worship her ever need, as well as OBEY.

Jessica had blown through dozens of escorts at various agencies. That is until she came across a young Logan Johannsen. Sure he was much younger than she was, but he was mature. He knew how to behave properly, as well as handle her both socially, and behind closed doors. He may have been 19, but he passed for 22 easily with both his looks and demeanor. Jessica made him her go to guy whenever she needed him. She didn't care or even knew what he did when she wasn't with him. All she knew was that he had to be making a mint off of her alone.

No sooner as she finished screaming at the attendant, she sent him an e-mail with the dates that she needed him for. "There, here are the five days that I ABSOLUTLY need him by. More than 48 hours notice. They better not give me any shit, or else they'll have REAL problems to contend with." No sooner as she sent the e-mail and pondered that thought, one of her many servants came in to inform her of the time, "Ms. Pendergrass, it's 6:30, will you be going out this evening?" Jessica immediately snapped at the help, "Of course I'm going out, its Friday dam it! Have the driver bring the limo around. Me and the girls are going to go to Club Rave tonight, and hurry it up!" No sooner as she finished that threatening sentence, the servant pulled the Nextel communicator and informed the driver to ready the limo. _

*We now return to the Mall where Logan has just answered Vicky's burning question:

Her heart almost stopped. Her eyes began to water & tear up with joy. Her mouth still opens wide slowly starting to form the curves of a smile. She could not believe the words that had just trickled out of his mouth. She never had experienced many moments of bliss in her life, but this one mattered the most. She was going to attend the biggest social event of her life, and most importantly…she had someone to go with her. "You mean, it's not too much trouble or…or too short of notice?" Vicky said in disbelief to Logan.

He could see that this was a real big deal for her. He let out a soft laugh and as he told Vicky more of the good news, "No, it's not too short of notice, and I think I can have a tux ready by next week. After all, most of the people I go to college with work for the various outfitters. I'll stop by and order one tomorrow. If this is the dress you're going to wear, then I guess it's safe to go with a white or black vest and tie. Would you say so?"

Vicky, elated beyond belief replies, "Yes, this is the dress I'm going to get. I would go with black, that way it won't clash with any of the accessories I have to get. The prom is Friday night June 1st at the Hotel Disaronno from 6 to 11 in the Golden Ball Room. Will you be able to clear your schedule by then?"

Logan himself couldn't help feeling somewhat overwhelmed within an emotional state by all of this too. It was like he was reprieving someone who was severely punished. As if to give them a second chance at something they missed out on before. He liked feeling this way. He liked helping people too, all the more reason to be a psychologist. Although, being an escort, he hadn't realized all along that he was helping people by keeping them company or providing a much needed service to them in a time of need. However, it was different this time around. He was being paid secretly to show this young woman a good time. From the information he gathered from Gah in that short meeting, it seemed that she never knew pure joy until now. He almost wanted to know why she behaved the way she did. Deep down, he even started to regret taking the money to show Vicky a good time, as he himself has been enjoying her company. It was a break from the norm of his job as an escort. Even if it felt like she was in fact his girlfriend.

"I think I can get someone to cover for me this coming Friday. I'll have plenty of time to find a replacement for my shift. Besides, I have 2 people who owe me." He said to Vicky with a brim of confidence, knowing full well that his schedule was booked for her in advance. Vicky just smiled, it seemed like it would not leave her face. Then she realized something after she heard Logan's stomach growl loudly. "Oh my God Logan! I'm so sorry, you're hungry. Let me get out of this dress so we can get some food in you." Vicky quickly flagged down a store associate, "Ok listen hear (Looking at her name tag and speaking in a militant voice) Judy, I'm buying this dress, but I need it fitted and ready by the end of the month, got it! How much to hold it until I can come back here tomorrow for a fitting?" The sales lady said in a jovial voice, "No problem Miss. We just need 25% down, and you can hold it on a credit card." Vicky quickly gave the sales lady her card and said, "Charge it to this; I'll bring it out after I get changed." No soon as she said that, Vicky was in the dressing room.

As she ran off to get back into her original outfit, Logan just smiled softly to himself. As the sales lady rang up the dress to be held for alteration, Logan looked at the price tag. He grimaced a bit as he saw how much the dress was. He remembered Gah giving him extra money to show her good time. However, he decided to wait and talk to Vicky about it first. He has seen her mean side, and didn't want to have that brought on upon him. He'll simply mention to her over dinner about letting him pay for the dress. After all, it was covered in the contact secretly paid for.

As Vicky came out of the dressing room, she handed the lady the dress. "I'll be back here at 10:00 am for the alternations." Vicky said in a huff. She then signed the slip, took her card and the sales receipt for the dress and alterations tomorrow. Once that was done, she took Logan by the hand and led him to the food court swiftly to get him some food.

Back at the Flannigan residence, the clock on the wall read 7:12 PM. Tootie just sat in the recliner flipping through the channels, feeling somewhat sad and lonely. She had the whole house to herself. Her parents offered to take her out to dinner and shopping with them prior to the evening. She felt that they needed their alone time, so she opted out. In a way, she was glad that Vicky was finally out of the house. This way, she was able to have a moment's peace while she still thought of a way to thank Timmy for helping her. "Why is this so hard?" The little pre-teen thought to herself.

It almost ate her up inside that she could not find a single way to properly thank him. After all, she still didn't know where he got the money at first to by ingredients for all those brownies. It was difficult to come up with one idea on her own as to find a way to show him she was grateful other than a hug and a kiss. Since Timmy had told her to tone down her obsession with him earlier. She respected his wishes, and since doing so as of recently, he has been more receptive to speaking with her, as well as not running away from her in public…as much. "May be I should break down and ask Vicky what he would like. She may be able to help me…I hope." Thought the little bespectacled girl, as she looked out the window to the Turner house 3 blocks up the street.

Back at the food court, Vicky and Logan sat down to a meal of fast food & grease. At least Vicky did. Logan decided to get sushi from one of the food court stalls, as Vicky decided to get a cheese burger and fries from another. The two just sat and talked about the upcoming dance, as well as how the others week was. Logan would stare at Vicky as she ate her food. She really seemed like a fun woman to be around, at least when she wasn't yelling at people. Logan decided to pry into the psyche that was the mind of Vicky. "Vicky, can I ask you a question?" He said giving her a somewhat jokingly serious look. Vicky, still chewing her burger raced to swallow the contents quickly so she could answer him. "Sure what is it?" Logan then continued, "How is it, that you can be pleasant and charming around me one minute, but abrasive and confrontational the next toward others around you?"

Vicky was taken by surprise by this line of quesitoning. She decided to tell him the truth, but she was unsure how he would take her child hood growing up. Vicky put her head down almost in shame, and answered his question, "Logan, I used to always be this happy as I am with you now. I used to come up to people and say Hi, I'm Vicky wanna play? That was all the time when I was a kid in Kindergarten. Then, as I got closer to 2rd & 3th grade, my girlfriends, at least I thought they were. They would change their personalities like they were clothes." Logan then interjected, "You mean form cliques, right?" Vicky nodded yes, and continued, "They would build up my hopes & feelings, and then crush them like they were nothing…just for fun."

Logan listened on; he could tell that this was something that troubled her throughout her whole childhood as well as into her teenage years too growing up. Still, Vicky pressed on, "So by the time I got ready to go into 4th grade, they did a redistricting of the schools. I was the lucky one, and I had to go somewhere new, so I got a chance to do it all over again. No one knew me or anything about my past. It was a chance to start over, a clean slate. So from that day on, when people wanted to be me nice or even try and befriend me, I decided that I would not let anyone ever hurt me like that again! So I decided to be the one to set the tone all the time, and drive fear into them. You know, strike first, so that they can't hurt me. Since then, no one has messed with me or even tried to hurt me in any way, shape, or form again."

As Logan was about to speak up to her, Vicky then spoke up one last time. "Come to think of it, that's probably why no boys would ever want to ask me out. Or the same reason I don't have many girl friends asking me to join them for shopping trips. I also have no one to confide in. Guess that's the price you pay for not wanting to have your feelings hurt." After hearing why she chose to be this way, Logan could see that Vicky was unapproachable as Gah said.

"So you never really had a boy friend?" Logan continued to push on. Vicky looked up, gave a faint smile and proceeded to tell him more about her past. "Well, this one guy Ricky dated me back when I was 16. He never really cared for me though, he just wanted my money. He left me for someone with more money than I could make. Then there was this foreign exchange student Dunstan. He only wanted a certain type of girl. He was British, shallow, & high on dating only a cheerleader, and let's face it; I wasn't cheerleader material, so he paid no attention to me after I failed at tryouts." Vicky then just shrugged her shoulders and took a big bite of her cheeseburger.

Logan sat there in his seat stunned. Thoughts raced through his mind after peering into Vicky's past. "How am I going to break up with her when this charade is over? She has kept everyone at arm's length her whole entire life so far. Every time she attempts to trust someone or let anyone get close to her in anyway, they in turn end up hurting her more than before. This is only going to make matters worse for her after prom night. This is going to be harder than I thought. I can't just string her along like this it is wrong."

Logan than shifted his thoughts again as he looked at his dinner. He tried to use that psychological technique to block out any and all emotion, "You're and escort, you are used to doing this. This has been done a hundred times by you. This is easy. You never had a problem leaving a woman after a job. Once the cash has been exchanged and the date in its entirety is over, then all parties are happy. If they want more, then they contract you out again. That is how it is done. Why am I finding it hard to do this to this particular client? The only reason that I feel that I can't do this to her is…is…is…IS BECAUSE YOU ARE DEVELOPING FEELINGS FOR THIS WOMAN LOGAN!"

Vicky looked up to see that Logan had a distressed look on his face, "Logan, are you alright?" Ask Vicky with concern for her date. He looked up, smiled faintly and said, "I'm fine, just pondering some thoughts that's all." Vicky gave him one of her sly looks as she cocked her head to the side slightly. She knew that there was something bothering him. "Logan, I have not known you for that long, but I can tell when something is on someone's mind, and it is troubling them." Logan continued to look at Vicky and smile half heartedly, still while saying, "It's nothing…really." Vicky then leaned in a mere 7 inches from his face, glared him down, "Come on Logan spill it! I just told you about my past and troubles, you don't have to be ashamed to tell me what's on your mind…who am I gonna tell?"

As Logan looked into Vicky's convincing pink eyes, he then shifted his view downward. As he did that, he could see clear down her shirt at the silky green bra holding up her two perky breasts. He didn't know if this was a tactic of Vicky's to get him to look at them, but from the way she arched her back leaning in to look at him, it did get his attention to take a peak. As he continued to look down at her beautiful mounds, he then told her a lie about what was troubling him, "Vicky, it's just…I mean…That dress is 575.00 dollars. That is a lot of money to just wear it one night. Do you think you would like to look for a cheaper one? You still have time before the prom on Friday." Logan said this trying to be sincere.

Vicky just sat back and giggled a bit. She then tried to put his mind at ease. "Logan, money is no issue for the dress. Besides, I still need to get shoes and a purse as well as get my hair and nails done. I REALLY want to go to my prom and I want to look my best. This means a lot to me, and at this time, money is no object. Besides, I was going through my drawers the other day and found 1000 dollars cash stashed in one of them. Funny thing is, I must have misplaced some funds when I was babysitting or something. Anyway, I planned to use that for the prom. So no need to worry about that." Vicky said with a wide mouthed smile.

Logan just looked at her and grinned some more. He then spoke softly back to her, "Ok, I understand how much this means to you. If you're all finished up dinner, let's go shopping for some of those accessories that you need." Hinting that he wants to continue the date this evening. Vicky just smiled, grabbed her tray and grabbed her drink and set off to find the accessories for her dress that evening.

As they were continuing to shop around the mall for added extra's to Vicky's dress. Vicky, now holding Logan's hand began to ask questions that delved into Logan's past. "Logan, tell me more about yourself." Looking down at Vicky he then questioned her, "What else would you like to know?" Gazing up into his eyes she replied, "We'll I know you're from Bakersfield, you're studying Psychology, and you work in customer service, I'd like to know about your home. What you did in school before you went to college? Did you have a girlfriend back home?"

These questions should make any escort feel uneasy; that is unless the client doesn't know you are one, and you are trying your best to act out being their boyfriend. Even if it eats you up inside that you really want her as your girlfriend too. However, Logan felt comfortable answering these questions with Vicky, as he finally realized that he is starting to develop feelings for her. So he answered her to the best of his ability.

"Well, I was quiet in school. The place where I grew up was small. I worked on a farm with my parents. There were only 135 kids in my graduating class. I wasn't really popular or cliquey. We all seemed to get along since it was a small town. Besides, everyone knew everybody in town." Vicky smiled as she listened to him talk about his home town. That really explains why he was so eager to help her with the flat tire that day she thought. "Did you play any sports?" She asked.

Logan continued, "I was on the soccer and wrestling teams. A Good athlete, but nothing to warrant a scholarship. After graduation, most of my classmates went right to work, left town for college or career opportunities elsewhere, or joined the armed services. I decided to come out here to get an education by any means necessary. Farming is hard work, and my parents said they wanted me to go to school. They wanted better for me. They taught me the value of hard work, and it is paying off."

Vicky just loved hearing Logan talk about his past. Especially about how her was an ex-high school athlete, that explained his build and stature. She could tell he was a good man. Still she wanted to know about his past experiences with other women. So Vicky pressed on, "Wow, you really paint a colorful picture about your home and how you grew up, but was there anyone special in your life?

Logan didn't know how to answer this question, so he told her the truth. "Vicky, growing up in a small town, you get to know who everybody is and how they are. I only dated a handful off girls." "Can you give me a number? Say from 5th grade to now?" She said trying to be cute. Logan smiled down at her, as he released his hand from hers and wrapped his arm around her tiny waist, pulling her in closer to him. "Vicky, I had 3 girlfriends in my lifetime there. Nothing lasted more than 3 months. I never really hit it off back home. It was tough when you knew everybody's business. Besides, most of the people there still believed in arranged marriages, and I couldn't see myself paired up with any of those girls." As Logan told Vicky about his high school days, the thoughts raced in his mind again, "I dare not tell her that I see at least 3 different women a week, and one self centered socialite that won't let me have a moment's peace." As he thought that, their faces flashed in his mind.

Vicky just looked up at him in an adoring manner. He seemed like a total packed. She thought to herself, "What did I do to end up with a sweet guy like this?" Before she could answer him, an announcement was made of the mall's P.A. Speaker, "The mall will be closing in 30 minutes. Please make all your final purchases, and thank you for shopping the Dimmsdale Mall."

"Looks like we better get going." Logan said to Vicky. "Ok, let's go to my house, we can sit and chat some more on my porch swing. That is unless you have to go?" Vicky said hoping to get back to an almost empty house so she and Logan can have some quality alone time. She knew her parents would be out to at least midnight. "Sure, let's go." Logan said as they made their way to the parking lot.

Back at the Flannigan's house, a certain tween occupied that porch swing. She was lonely and still trying to figure out the best way possible to show Timmy some gratitude. All of a sudden, Tootie heard the roar of a certain engine come down her street. As she looked up, she saw Logan and Vicky start to come up the walkway. Vicky had several bags over her shoulder as she was coming towards the house. "I guess she got the accessories for the dress that she wanted to get tonight. Hope she found the money I left in her dresser that day I planted the bug in the room." Thought Tootie as her and Logan were just about to reach the front porch.

Just then, Vicky noticed her kid sister and began to bark orders at her. "Hey brat listen up, I'm going to need the swing in 10 minutes if you know what I mean. So by the time I put these bags away and get back down to this porch, you better be gone…got it!" Vicky said in her usual tone toward her sister. Before Logan could say something to her about how she spoke to Tootie, Vicky went inside to drop off the bags, and freshen up for Logan.

Logan looked at Tootie; he could tell something was on her little mind. So he decided to sit down next to her and see if he could help. "Something on your mind little lady?" Logan said to her in a calming voice. Tootie just looked at him, shot a brief smile his way, and then looked away. She then answered his question. "You could say so. You see, my friend up the street helped me out with a big problem. I want to show him how grateful I am for his efforts. The problem is, I don't know how to do it properly without…smothering him. You see, I like this boy. Oh who am I kidding, I love him. I have since kindergarten. I know deep down he has the same feelings for me, but he is afraid to show it. Especially, when his friends tease him about it. I just want to do something to let him know I care." Tootie continued to pour her little heart out to Logan about Timmy and the situation she was in, as well some of the troubles she encountered with him over time.

Logan looked at her and smiled. He then gave her a possible solution, "Tootie, I can tell you care deeply about this boy. If he went to all this trouble to help you, he must surely care a great deal for you. Some boys take time to mature. Girls always mature faster than boys. So he will smarten up and come around someday soon I'm sure. You know what. I saw a Glamour Pix photo of you in there on your parent's coffee table. That was you wasn't it?" Logan said trying to perk Tootie up. Tootie smiled at him and nodded yes. Logan then gave her an idea, "I bet if you took that picture, and a few other ones of you in your dance attire, and put it in a picture frame with an inscription, he would love it."

Just then, Tootie's head popped up and a bigger smile came across her face. "That's a great idea Logan, Thank you. I'm going to work on that right now." Tootie then jumped up and ran into the house to get started on that. As she was running to the door, she almost ran over Vicky. "Hey, watch were you're going princess!" She yelled as Tootie ran past.

Vicky then sat next to Logan on the swing. As she leaned into him he put his arm around her. Vicky then spoke up. "What did you say to my dorky little sister to make you run away so fast?" Logan then told her what transpired, "I gave her an idea to show her thanks to her special friend up the street Timmy. She wanted to show him her gratitude for helping her out with a big problem, so I told her to make a picture collage of herself with those studio pictures she had done, and a special inscription to him saying thanks; that's all." Vicky giggles and then begins to laugh. "What's so funny?" He asked Vicky. Vicky just smiled at him as she composed herself, "Nothing, it's just that Timmy will REALLY like that.

(That's great! That will be more torture for the twerp to have to see her in that outfit. Logan really found a way to torment Timmy there.) Thought Vicky quietly to herself.

As they swung on the porch, Vicky then leaned up and kissed Logan. Logan returned the kiss. They both ended up getting into a heavy petting session in front of the neighborhood, before Logan made a comment, "Uh Vicky, we are doing this out in the open with a porch light on us, and I think the neighborhood watch is watching us. Can we take this inside on the couch?" Vicky then looked around and saw what Logan was taking about. "Yeah good idea; let's go." As Vicky got up, she took Logan by the hand to lead him into her house, as she was doing that, Logan was goosing her from behind to get her to move faster. "Keep it up and I'm gonna make you pay for that." Giggled Vicky as she ran into the house. Logan followed her in, and no sooner as that door closed, the petting resumed. As they picked up where they left off outside, all that could be heard were the sounds of two young people enjoying each others...uh company. That is until tomorrow...when Logan gets his messages from a certain client.

We are almost about to come to ahead on this story. Tootie has her solution, Vicky has her date, & everyone is happy…well almost everyone? Stay tuned for the next chapter in 2 weeks. There are only 4 left.

Coming soon: Preparations.