Million Dollar Man Chapter 4: Play Ball, a great gatsby fanfic

Disclaimer: Thank you all who love this story a lot. It makes me wanna continue it. I have a shitload of other stories to continue. I'm unsure if I'll ever finish those, but I'm focusing on this story at the moment. And Gatsby will be in the next chapter :D Enjoy this wild and slightly raunchy chapter.

Chapter 4: Play Ball

The age demanded that we dance

And jammed us into iron pants

And in the end the age was handed

The shit that it demanded—Ernest Hemmingway

I slowly opened my eyes as I felt the suns rays hit my eyes. I groaned softly, and cracked opened my eyes, rubbing the sleepiness away from the before sitting up in my bed. I looked around the room, noticing there was no green light anymore just sunshine.

I wondered to myself what time it was, but the rumbling in my belly made me dismiss my concern about the time. I then threw back the sheets, going to the bathroom, using the toilet and then brushing my teeth. After that I was done, I put on my slippers and made my way downstairs. I could hear the bustle of servant's running around the mansion doing their duties.

I made my way to the kitchen, noticing there was tea out on the kitchen counter. Not caring whom it was I picked up the tea cup, holding it with both my dainty hands before lifting it up to my nostrils, inhaling the steamy chamomile scent. I then hummed in delight before taking slow sips of the tea.

"O-Oh!" I heard a surprised voice exclaim.

I jumped a little in shock and ended up dropping the tea cup, cursing rather loudly as the cup broke and the tea hit some parts of my skin. I then swiveled around, about to give whoever it was a piece of my mind for surprising me.

And to my surprise it was non other than Nick Carraway.

My expression softened upon seeing him. "Mr. Carraway, you gave me quite a shock," I said, crossing my arms, a look of annoyance was sure on my face. Nick gave me an apologetic look.

"My apologies Vivien, I was looking for Tom and I thought he would be in here," he said sheepishly. I smiled at him and patted his arm. "Its fine Nick, but I'm pretty positive that Tom may be in stables…have you seen Jordan or Daisy around?

Nick shook his head. "No I haven't I'm pretty sure she and Daisy are at her golfing tournament. It's past 12 now, about one o'clock to be exact…"

I felt my eyes widened. "What?! It's this late in the day?" I asked more to myself than to Nick.

"Well Tom and I are about to go out, we can drop you off at the golf tournament if you'd like…?"

"No…no that won't be necessary Mr. Carraway," I said shaking my head. "I didn't want to go to the golf tournament anyways, I hate golf and find the sport quite dull. I'm more of a woman who surrounds her self with exciting things."

"Do you like exciting things Mr. Carraway?" Iasked teasingly, opening my robe slightly, exposing more of skin to him, smirking inwardly as I saw his adam's apple bob up and done as he swallowed hard. Nick had suddenly looked nervous and was shifting his eyes away from my body.

I then took a step towards him, watching as his entire body tensed up. I ran my fingers over his knuckles slowly, about to move them further up. I felt myself stiffen in shock when I felt him take a bold step towards me, looking at me with his soft blue eyes that seem to have darkened. I licked my lips and made a move to kiss him on instinct.

Look at me, about to kiss the man that obviously held my cousin's interest (and also mine). I barely knew the man, he could be married for all I know. But as our lips were about to meet but then an image of a flashing green light entered my mind and I looked away from Nick's face.

"My apologies…I don't know what came over me," I muttered, moving away from him before looking at him, my cheeks flustered in embarrassment and shame.

"I don't understand," Nick said, furrowing his brows together.

There was a connection between us, there was something there between us. Hell I wouldn't mind exploring that connection even further, but I knew I wouldn't be able to with the whole green light mystery man thoughts in my mind. Until I got to the bottom of that, I'd tried to just keep my relationship with Nick platonic, a simple friendship.

"I'm sorry Mr. Carraway, it is rather inappropriate for us to be seen like this in the kitchen is it not? What if a servant comes or worse To—"

"Nick my boy!"

Speak of the devil.

Tom came striding into the kitchen on a simple suit, a unlit cigar dangling between his lips. He clapped Nick hard on the shoulder and I watched as Nick winced from the harshness of it. Tom then looked at me and raised his brows. "Vivien, what are you doing here?"

I saw Nick suddenly look nervous and then I quickly stated, "I was in here drinking tea and Mr. Carraway in here looking for you." Tom gave Nick and I a suspicious look before he took his cigar from his mouth and grinned. "Ah I see, but what about the broke tea cup on the floor?"

"Oh! That, well that's simple. Mr. Carraway gave me quite the fright and I ended up dropping the tea cup," I said with a dismissal wave. Tom nodded and I inwardly let out a sigh of relief. It would such a scandal to know that Nick and I were becoming quite chummy with one another after just meeting each other yesterday. I would never hear the end of it from Jordan.

"Well Nick and I were about to go into town, how about you join us Missus Webber?"

I perked up and Nick looked at Tom in shock. "Really?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders and gave me a smile that didn't seem all too genuine. "Why not? I am sure you would rather leave somewhere than be cooped up in this here mansion right?" I nodded. "Well! Then it's settled, you go tidy yourself up and Nick and I will wait for your return."

I felt delight spread throughout my entire body. I get to spend my time with Nick and get to know him more, but the only downside was Tom Buchanan, that man gave me the utmost unpleasant chills when he stared at me. But I'm sure I could avoid his gaze by keeping my attention on Nick today.

I then gave them both a slight nod of my head and quickly began to make my way to my room. But as I walked away, I heard Tom say to Nick, "She's a little temptress isn't she?"

I felt myself scowl at this but did not bother to turn around and give Tom a piece of my mind. I made my way upstairs to the bathroom, quickly bathing myself before stepping out of the tub, wrapping a towel around myself. I then quickly went into my room, drying myself on and throwing on a champagne silk laced flapper dress, it hung off my body softly, giving my body more of a boyish look yet it still did somewhat show off my curves, I slipped on champagne colored t-strap heel and a few pearls dangled from my neck. I managed to put my hair in a sexy tight bun, a few curled strands hanging in front of my face and a simple cloche hat was adorned on top of my head. My makeup was kept soft, giving me more of an innocent appearance compared to my usual dark appearance.

I then grabbed my purse and raced downstairs to see Nick waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase. His eyes widened and I saw his cheeks flush, causing me to smile.

"You look rather nice Missus Webber," Nick said, clearing his throat once I reached the bottom step. I could tell he was still nervous about what had almost happened earlier between us, but I knew it was better to not get too involved with Nicky. I've seen and experience what could happen when you take a man from Jordan who has caught her eye. And let me tell you, it's not good.

"Why, this old thing?" I asked teasingly, grasping the fabric as if it was measly and nothing though in reality, the dress was quite expensive. As I pretended to look at the dress, I felt his eyes wander my body and then when my eyes met his, he looked away quickly, a look of embarrassment crossing his features.

I opened my mouth about to say something to him, to help him recover from his embarrassment but the sound of a loud horn stopped me. I could hear Tom from outside, calling out to us to hurry, honking his horn once again.

"We should hurry and go before Tom gets even more anxious," Nick said. I nodded and began to follow him out of the door.

Tom was in his blue coupe wearing his suit, looking a bit hot, sweat beating down his forehead as he fanned himself. When saw the both us he frowned, his eyes narrowing as if he knew that we had done some scandalous deed within past five minutes of being alone.

"Well what are you two doing standing around, get in the car!"

Nick and I quickly scrambled to get into the car, Nick in the front next to Tom and I in the back. Tom then gave a glance towards Nick and I, giving us both a smile. "We're going into the city to go speak to someone. It's a lady friend of mine," he said.

I had the urge to state "Your mistress?" but I withheld my comment, biting down on my silver tongue. I would rather not try to provoke Tom in any way. He already looked a bit agitated with Nick and I taking too long, and it was rather hot out. And the heat mixed with anger was not a good combination that I wanted to be apart of.

"Oh, well alright then," I replied with a false cherry smile.

Tom then turned around, turning the key in the ignition before driving off.

-A Few Minutes Later-

We were between West Egg and New York apparently, the motor road joining the railroad rather hastily and then runs beside it. Nick and Tom apparently referred to this place as the Valley of Ashes. I had never been around these parts, and I can see why they called it its name.

Ashes grew like wheat into ridges and turned into grotesque gardens; where the ash took the form of houses and chimneys and rising smoke, and finally of men who moved rather transparent through the dim and crumbling ashy dark air. These men were made of ash, and seemed to grow up with it, banging their pick axes at the unfinished railroad tracks, their muscles aching, sweat and grim clinging to their ashen and blacken bodies like tar. It was rather horrifying to my eyes that I had to shield them away once I saw a beggar child, for he too was amongst the ash men. His once pale hands now black, picking away at the ashen dirt. Everything and anything was ash, and we, the rich, were untouched by it's filth.

And as I turned I could not help but not notice amongst the powdery ashen air was an aged billboard. It was a pair of eyes, a startling blue color, with a pair of circular lenses overtop of it with the words Doctor T.J. Eckleberg underneath it. The eyes seemed to be staring right into the very depths of my soul, sending an eerie chill down my spine. It was as if the very eyes of God was looking down at me, condemning my very being. I squeezed my eyes shut and then when I reopened them the eyes of Doctor Eckleberg was gone and the car had come to a sudden halt.

I looked around, noticing that we were in front of a garage of some sorts, it looked worn down, grey and bleak, fitting perfectly into the ashen setting.

We were going to meet with Tom's mistress. I was disinterested in seeing her but interested at the same time. Wondering just how good looking was this woman to have captured Tom's eye, what made her so better than Daisy Buchanan.

We all went inside of the garage, the interior was unprosperous and bare; the only car in the garage was an old Ford, nothing great, but good enough to get around I suppose.

A man soon emerged; he had dirty brown hair that had some hints of blonde in it, his eyes a tired dull blue, his face clammy and a bit rugged. He was faintly handsome, but he looked a bit weak and tired out. But his blue eyes lit up once he saw us.

"Hello, Wilson, old man," said Tom, slapping him jovially on the shoulder. "How's business?" "I can't complain," answered Wilson unconvincingly. "When are you going to sell me that car?" His eyes flew over the blue coupe like a starved dog. And they screamed 'I need money!'

"Next week; I've got my man working on it now."

"Works pretty slow, don't he?" "No, he doesn't," said Tom coldly. "And if you feel that way about it, maybe I'd better sell it somewhere else after all."

"I don't mean that," explained Wilson quickly. "I just meant-"

Wilson's voice faltered, and seemed to lack the confidence and want to even say anything back to Tom who looked rather bored and impatient with the man. Where was his mistress? I was beginning to feel impatient too.

Suddenly I heard footsteps. We all diverted our gaze to a woman coming down the steps. She was above average in weight (weighs more than me I'll say), she looked to be in her mid-thirties, and faintly stout, she carried her body with dignity, swishing her hips a bit too much. Her hair was not in the average bob but it was in short red curls ending at the nape of her neck and her eyes were a light brown color.

She was pretty but not on Daisy's level. But pretty nonetheless.

She smiled, her eyes running over time like he was a all you can eat buffet. She then moved past Mr. Wilson as if he was nothing but a ghost and shook hands with Tom. She licked her red lips, wetting them, and I watched as Tom followed her tongue intently. She then said softly in a daze to Mr. Wilson, "Get some chairs George, why don't you sweetheart, so somebody can sit down."

Ahh, so this was George's wife? And his wife was Tom's mistress. Disgusting.

She was having an affair right in front of her husband's very eyes and he couldn't even see it. And she seemed to have no problem with openly flirting with Tom in front of her husband either.

Wilson nodded and quickly went into the back to get some chairs and I could only shake my head in pity.

Tom then quickly pulled out some money and handed it to the woman. "I want to see you," he said intently, hunger in his gaze. "Get on the next train."

I sucked in my teeth rather loudly and I saw her look at me questioningly. Tom waved his hand in dismissal at my presence, mentioning to her that I was merely a friend of his companion. That seemed to put the smile back on her face.

"I'll meet you by the news-stand on the lower level," Tom said and she nodded and moved away from him just as George Wilson emerged with three chairs from his office door.

Tom then quickly waved Wilson off. "We won't be staying as long as I thought we would Wilson old boy, we're heading out now. And I'll see my guy about that car for you!"

I saw Wilson look extremely confused, he then looked at his wife and back at Tom. I wondered if he was putting two and two together but he shook his head as if dismissing the thought. He then forced a tired smile and waved, "W-Well alright then…"

Tom gave him a false smile and then began to walk away from the pitiful man and his whore of a wife.

"Terrible place, isn't it," said Tom as we walked towards the car. I shrugged, not wanting to answer him, finding myself disgusted by the Valley of Ashes and the whole affair between Tom, Myrtle, George and Daisy.

"Awful." Nick said with sarcasm but Tom didn't seem to notice. "It does her good to get away." "Doesn't her husband object?"

"Wilson? He thinks she goes to see her sister in New York. He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive."

So later on, Tom, Nick, Myrtle and I went up together New York-or not quite together, for Mrs. Wilson sat discreetly in another car.

She had changed her dress into a red burlin, it looked to be expensive but I knew It was not so, it stretched tight over her hips. We all had eventually arrive at this apartment and I had a feeling on what the two lovers were going to do.

We went inside to see Myrtle with a big smile on her face, a bottle of wine in her hands. "I'm going to have the McKees come up," she said with a smile. "And, of course, I got to call up my sister, too."

"We'll do that but first we're going to have a talk in the room ain't that right Myrtle?" Tom asked. Myrtle let out a shrill giggle and nodded, tossing the bottle to Nick who caught it before dragging Tom into the room.

And then we sat rather awkwardly for about fifteen minutes or so, listening to the loud love makings of Tom and Myrtle. I shuddered in disgust. "I think we should go…" I said to Nick. "I know you don't want to be here either listening to Tom cheat on your cousin."

"Yes…I agree," Nick said with a grimace when I mentioned Daisy. We both then stood and quickly made our way towards the door, opening it but soon we were face to face with a woman with short gelled down red hair, green eyes that popped out amongst her smoky makeup and light pink lipstick. She was cloaked in green from head to toe, reminding me of a leprechaun.

She looked at both Nick and I with a raised brow, a tantalizing smile playing on her lips. "I'm Catherine aren't we having a party?"

"W-We uhm…uhh," Nick stammered out, apparently enthralled with this woman's looks. I rolled my eyes and said, "We're leaving actually."

"Leaving now?" Tom's voice called out. Nick and I turned around to see Tom coming out of the room, fixing his pants, the straps of his suspenders dangling off from his shoulders. His hair was messy and his face was flushed, but he looked very satisfied.

Myrtle came out of the room, stumbling, trying to fix her messy red hair with a sheepish smile. Her lipstick was a little smeared, her dress was unruly and hickeys were beginning to make a home for themselves on her neck.

I let out a huff in annoyance and soon the woman known as Catherine walked in, going towards Myrtle. Following behind her was a rather feminine and scrawny man with a camera and a woman also with short blonde hair. I later learned the man was named Mr. McKee, I wasn't sure what his wife name was but I'll just refer to her as Barbara.

The woman known as Barbara squealed in delight upon seeing Myrtle and then shouted, "Oooh! Myrtle Kertle!" They both air kissed each other's cheek with obvious false politeness. I was so busy watching the exchange between the two I failed to notice Nick being cornered into a chair, Catherine all over him, trying to place kisses on his neck.

When I saw what she was trying to do, I gave a slight glare towards Nick who blushed in embarrassment and shock, trying to move away from the woman. "I really must go!" He said urgently, pulling himself away from her, fixing his hat before standing.

I gave him a glare and crossed my arms, feeling the awful sting of jealousy hit me.

"Are we going now?" I asked a bit harshly. He gave me an apologetic look and nodded, dragging me towards the door until Tom stopped us.

"Tom we're leaving now," I called out as we walked to the door.

"Nick, Vivien wait!" he called out.

"We're just going, we've got to get out of here," Nick said.

Tom looked at the both us with raised brows but then scowled a little. "Nonsense!" He then roughly grabbed Nick by his arm, frowning, his hair clinging to his face. "Come on, get in there, talk to Catherine…"

Nick tossed a glance at me, and I was beginning to regret my decision to even come out with them both.

"I know you like to watch like in college days!" Nick's eyes widened and he began to stammer and stutter, trying to shush Tom's words.

"No no no no no, I don't make any judgement," Tom said. He then slapped Nick's back roughly, causing Nick to jerk forward. "We have all summer; you don't want to sit on the sidelines and watch do you?"

"Or do you wanna play ball?"

"Play ball!" Everyone shouted with big smiles.

Nick quieted down, but then smiled a bit, nodding his head. "Let's play ball." Everyone cheered and I shook my head in distaste.

Tom grinned widely and then pushed Nick towards Catherine who gave me a smug look. I growled and then turned on my heel, just about done with everyone until I felt Tom's strong grasp. He swiveled me around and I let out a loud gasp.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Leaving, there is nothing for me here…" I murmured, watching as Catherine began to force a drink into Nick's mouth.

"Don't be a downer Vivien, you wanted to come out with us now didn't you?" I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm and I let out a loud gasp of pain, noticing that Tom was purposely squeezing my arm. I felt a rush of fear course through me and I gave him a curt nod, anger in my eyes.

"Good, now stop being a little party pooper and have some fun, or I may not be so friendly towards you very soon."

I gulped, knowing Tom was serious. I could see the violence in his eyes, knowing he had no damn problem with raising his hand towards a woman. He then motioned Myrtle over who had a large glass of golden colored liquor. She handed it to Tom, giving me a smirk.

Tom held the drink in front of my face, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Drink." He demanded of me.

I gave him a heated look, angry at him for treating me like this; angry at Nick for giving in and abandoning me with this monster and angry at myself for deciding to come to this sleazy party.

"I said drink!"

I whimpered when I felt his grip on my arm tighten, knowing there would be a light bruise there tomorrow. I then opened my mouth and Tom forced the liquor down my throat, making me cough and gurgle as the liquor burned my throat but went down easily. I then noticed from the corner of my eye that Catherine put a pill or something onto her tongue and forced a kiss on Nick then forcing a drink down his throat. I was about to say something but then I felt Tom push something round into my mouth.

I looked at him in alarm and gave me a dark look. "Swallow."

I gritted my teeth and swallowed the pill, and soon was forced to drink another glass. I could hear the radio beginning to play and the room suddenly began to spin.

I CAN'T STOP…

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I CANT STOP!

I have been drunk a few times in my life, but this time everything felt so different, I was...what's the word? Shit-faced. Yes, I was completely and utterly shit-faced. I could feel my heart start to beat fast, I was becoming more alert and everything I was hearing was at an all time high.

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I CAN'T STOP!

Soon through flicks of my memory I was on the couch, laughing loudly with Nick and Catherine having a grand ole time. Tom and Myrtle were dancing to the heavy beat of the music, their hips grinding with one another.

I-I CAN'T STOP!

I soon had got into the middle of the room, dragging Nick with me to dance, grinding my ass against his crotch while Catherine danced behind him, and pressed her butt against his. The music seemed to be showing exactly how I was feeling. I couldn't stop hell I didn't want to stop.

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I threw off my pearls and hat, whipping my hair around, letting my dark curls fall down to my shoulders. I turned to face Nick who like me was drugged and liquored up, but neither of us caring. He seemed to forget about Catherine and we stared into each other's eyes. The heavy bass in the room, thudding like our hearts as our lips neared one another. And soon they met in a fiery doped up passion.

I CAN'T STOP!

I moaned into the kiss, rubbing my tongue against his hungrily, enjoying his hungry roaming hands. Suddenly I felt something wet hit my hair and we broke the kiss to see Tom popping open the champagne, shaking the bottle rather fast, shooting the liquor into the air.

I-I CAN'T STOP!

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I laughed along with everyone else, grabbing myself another glass and downing the drink down. I then got up onto the table in the midst of my drunken stupor, shaking and gyrating my hips provocatively, lifting up my dress, exposing my ruffled clad underwear. I could hear the faint sound of clicking and I knew it was Mr. McKee taking pictures of me. The sober me would have cared, but right now I didn't. I let go of all my inhibitions and right now all I could think about was this incredible high I was on.

I CAN'T STOP!

That night in this hidden flat that Tom kept for Myrtle, we were born by some sort of chemical madness. A willingness of the heart that surged thunderously upon us all and suddenly, I began to like it here, like everyone at this party, I liked New York. I liked Nick.

I saw Nick chug down a whole bottle of champagne and I cheered him on, continuing to dance provocatively on the table soon removing my entire dress all together, revealing my small black satin chemise, earning hoots from the men in the room. I soon was met face to face with a drunken Nick who was on the table, smiling rather stupidly and in love with me. I laughed in his face and he laughed too, then we kissed once again. And this kiss was even more heated than the last, his hands groped me in places that had my arousal dripping wet soon enough.

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I lost my balance and stumbled off the table and into Tom Buchanan's arms. He laughed and gripped my left ass cheek roughly, making me moan and laugh at the same time. Now earlier I would have by now hit him for even grabbing my most private parts but now I didn't care.

I had never been this drunk or doped up before. Never.

I CAN'T STOP!

And I loved every second of it. I couldn't be touched by nothing, it was me and my high.

I felt Tom grab my bottom once again and I let out another moan. I was soon pushed out of his arms into Nick's. I looked up in a daze to see Myrtle now in Tom's arms, giving me a dark look before kissing him hungrily, both of them falling onto the couch. Catherine was off in the corner; her legs between her legs, eyes closed and mouth agape.

My eyes widened in shock as I tried to make sense of it in my mind. The McKee's were on the table soon enough, Barbara's bottoms off, her husband wildly and drunkenly thrusting into her while she moaned in ecstasy.

What the hell was going on? What the hell was everyone doing?!

I felt a hand move down my body and grasp my cunt, a finger rubbing against my clitoris through my underwear causing me to let out gasp of pleasure. "Do you want to play ball?" I heard Nick's voice say, his hot alcoholic breath tickling my ear.

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I moaned and nodded, dragging him to Mrytle's room, falling down onto her bright red sheets that reminded me of the stereotypical pits of hell. I looked at Nick who had a drunken lust in his eyes as he staggered towards me after slamming the door closed.

I-I CAN'T

I CAN'T STOP!

I could feel my head screaming for me to not do this. But my body refused to listen and I opened my legs for Nick, my brown eyes burning with desire and drunkenness. Nick then fell ontop of me and then the world spun once more as I began to feel myself black out.

"Let's play ball~"

END

STP: I had fun writing this :D Like a lot. Especially the whole party at Myrtle's place scene. It has dialogue from my own imagination, the book and the movie all mixed in. Now the whole Nick and Vivien thing, you're probably wondering did they bang or not. And you'll just have to wait till next chapter to find out. But remember Vivien would never have done all of that no matter if she is a wild girl, she was forced to take that drug and forced to drink. She may have drunk if she was around people she could trust, but she doesn't like nor trust Tom.

Though I do find her and Nick together very cute. But this is not a Nick and Vivien pairing! Remember this is all about her and Gatsby, there is only slight things with her and Nick but that will eventually die off because he will take a liking to Jordan.

Also the song that was playing is by Flux Pavillion- I Can't Stop. It was played in the movie during the party scene but it was remixed by Jay-Z, Kanye West and Will. I. am, I think. But here's the original song: .com(slash)watch?v=Yw0cnQobuAA

Now take it away Nick!

Nick: *passed out, snoring rather loudly*

STP: Vivien…?

Viv: *passed out also*

STP: Ugh *facepalms* R&R everyone XD I have to wake these two idiots up

Nick: *groans* My head!

Viv: *whines* My head hurts!

STP: *shakes head* and advil too x.x