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Post by Publicist on Feb 12, 2017 21:37:47 GMT -5
All That Glitters MAIN CAST:
Katie Anderson … Hannah "Heidi" Roberts
Kenzi Grey … Justina Marcia Caine "Caramel"
Dax Beckett … Damien X
Marino Arturo … Chaz Fuller
Sarah Lacklan … Violet "Ambrosia" Jurnagen
Trixie … Sophie "Sapphire" Frasier
Alana Allure … Brittany "Whisper" Jones
PLOT:
A small town girl (Anderson) finds herself in over her head when she encounters a former classmate (Grey) who leads her down a dark road paved by sex, drugs, and murder...
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 17:23:18 GMT -5
SCENE:
Hannah Roberts is a small town girl, with a young son, who has recently moved to the city where she hopes to find her fortune. Hannah quickly finds out that life is hard for a single woman, and damn near impossible for a single mother. After several failed attempts to find meaningful employment, she is nearly on the verge of giving up.
A chance encounter inside a local grocery store with an old acquaintance from high school and one of her co-workers, sets Hannah on an unexpected path that will change her life...forever...
ACTORS:
Elderly Store Owner ... Sumei Yung
Hannah "Heidi" Roberts ... Katie Anderson
Justina Marcia Caine "Carmel" ... Kenzi Grey
Sapphire ... Trixie
The store clerk, an elderly Asian woman, finished ringing up the groceries of the desperate young woman standing in front of her. Hannah Roberts wrung her hands nervously as she looked down at the very few necessary items that she had selected and then at the total on the cash register. She swallowed back her pride as she spoke up.
“I’m a little short…”
The woman sighed.
“Maybe you put something back, eh?”
Hannah continued to wring her hands as she looked at the food for her and her son Josh and the other small items that she absolutely needed. She groaned.
“Are you sure you can’t spot me? I…I’m good for it.”
The woman smirked.
“You pay or you put back! OKAY?”
Hannah started to pick out the things she hoped she could get by without, until she heard a voice from behind her.
“Hannah? Is that you girl?”
She turned and was surprised to find herself looking at one of her old classmates from high school. It took her a second to recognize the young black girl. She had once been lanky and awkward with a mop for a head of hair. Now she looked like anything but the homely girl she had been back home.
“JMC? Is that you?”
Justina shook her head.
“It’s just Justina now…plain Justina.”
Hannah looked her up and down.
“I don’t think just Justina qualifies. You look amaz…”
The storekeeper yelled.
“HEY! YOU PAY NOW OR YOU PUT BACK!”
Before Hannah could reply, Justina stepped in pointing her finger in the woman’s face.
"LOOK HERE YOU STUPID OLD BITCH, HERE’S YOUR FUCKING MONEY! I hope the President deports your stupid old ass!”
Justina tossed a bunch of wadded up bills in front of the woman, then grabbed Hannah’s bags, giving her the finger.
“Thanks for nothing!”
Hannah was embarrassed, but she followed her friend outside the store all the same.
“Justina…you didn’t have to do that…I…”
She paused, her shoulders slumping down.
“…thank you.”
She said in a defeated tone.
“Things have been a little tough since moving out here. Hard to make ends meet with a young kid.”
Justina handed Hannah her bags, the wheels obviously turning inside her head.
“Hannah…if you need some extra money…maybe you can get a job where I work…at Club X.”
Hannah’s eyes grew wide.
“THE STRIP CLUB?!”
Justina looked around and then looked back at Hannah and laugh.
“Jesus bitch! You wanna go tell it on the mountain?”
She shrugged.
“It’s a gentleman’s club…and yes, I strip there…but you wouldn’t have to. We have openings for waitresses.”
Hannah narrowed her eyes.
“So I have to show my boobs?”
Justina laughed.
“I don’t think anyone would mind…it might get you a raise, but no…no you don’t. Come on down tomorrow at noon and let me show you around, okay?”
HONK
“HEY! LET’S GO! I DON’T WANT TO MISS MY DANCE CLASS!”
Hannah looked over as a gorgeous blonde behind the wheel of a truck waved at Justina. Hannah looked back at her and waived, then whispered to Justina.
“…strippers go to dance class…?”
“…no, Sapphire thinks she’s gonna be the next Kevin Bacon or some shit…”
Justina waved back at her friend, turning to Hannah.
“Come to the club tomorrow…I’m serious! You need some ends…Damien will hire you.”
Justina looked her up and down with a slight grin.
“Everyone will like you…”
Justina hopped into the car with her friend, still looking at Hannah as they drove off. She stood there holding her groceries as she considered what Justina had told her. She didn’t want to work in a strip club, but…she could literally feel the bag growing heavier in her hand as she held it. If she didn’t do something soon, her and her son would be out on the streets, with no one to help them.
Her choice was clear…she was going to Club X tomorrow…she was going to change her life…
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 17:32:58 GMT -5
SCENE:
Damien X is a ruthless businessman who has profited off of vice and pain to build his own personal playground; Club X. The bigger the profit, the more numerous his enemies have become; both outside and from within.
When a routine shipment of heroine is threatened by a rookie cop, Damien's inner circle is revealed...
ACTORS:
Damien X ... Dax Beckett
Rufus Jones ... Seth P.
Uniformed Officer ... Todd Warren
Detective Chaz Fuller ... Marino Arturo
Violet "Ambrosia" Jurnagen ... Sarah Selena Lackland
Damien X stroked the scruff of the beard hair on his squared chin as he sat at the loading dock at the back of his establishment, the infamous Club X. Damien had practically built the club with his bare hands, scraping and fighting for everything that it took to make his dream a reality. He let nothing and no one stand in his way; one only need to search the foundation upon which his very club was built to find what remained of his enemies. Success had been a hard fought battle, and one that he had come out on the winning side of, time and time again…but there were always new obstacles in his path; and he prided himself on staying one step ahead.
The large panel van that Damien had been waiting on pulled up to the loading dock and Damien nodded to his workers to have them ready to receive the shipment. The look on his face faltered as he saw a police cruiser follow the van, lights and sirens suddenly blazing.
“…fucking cunt…”
He looked over at Rufus, who not only served as the head bouncer, but as Damien’s personal right-hand.
Rufus started to reach for his gun, but Damien stayed his hand with a gesture of his own.
Damien walked outside, waving to the officer.
“Is there a problem here? I’m sure that we can…”
The officer got out of his cruiser, a fresh faced rookie by the look of him. He pointed at Damien;
“Sir, I am going to need you to stay right there! This is official police business!”
“Officer! Please, I am…”
The policeman dropped his hand to the butt of his gun, responding more forcefully to Damien.
“SIR! LAST WARNING! THIS IS POLIC…”
“WHOA! HOLD UP ROOKIE!”
Everyone turned as a man holding up a detective’s shield stepped out of an unmarked car behind the police cruiser. The man was square of jaw, with sunburnt blonde hair, pulled back into a ponytail. Powerful muscles rippled beneath his white t-shirt and the black leather coat he sported.
“I don’t think you want to be intimidating civilians by putting your hand on your weapon like that! I hope that is not what they are teaching you about community policing in the academy these days!”
The police officer blanched as he attempted to explain himself.
“Detective Fuller! Sir…this man…he…”
Fuller waved the officer’s protests aside.
“This man is a pillar of the community, and you’re fucking threatening him with your gun…on his property? Get your ass out of here before you land the entire department in a goddamn lawsuit! RIGHT NOW!!”
The uniformed officer started to plead his case, but he wisely decided that discretion was the better side of valor and the traffic infraction he was attempting to enforce was not worth the ire he had already raised from a senior member of the force. He apologized as he got back into his car, turning off the lights and pulling off, a look of embarrassment on his face.
“Chaz…some fucking timing you got there brother! Rufus was about to plug that G.I. Joe looking asshole!”
The detective grinned, walking up to Damien and patting him on the shoulder.
“Hey! I keep the heat off this place pretty damn well, don’t I? Don’t go letting Harambe run wild over there…you know the cops do shoot back, right?”
Rufus stiffened at the insult, but he held his anger in check as his boss slapped him on the back and laughed. Fuller walked to the back of the loading dock with Damien as his men began unloading boxes out of the back of the van. Fuller glanced at Damien;
“China white?”
Damien shrugged,
“You looking for a taste?”
“Me? Nah! I’m good…”
Chaz shook his head at the notion of dabbling in Damien’s dirty heroin. That domain was for other people that surrounded him. Chaz had much simpler vices.
“…is Caramel around?” “I thought the police had rules about eating candy on duty?” Chaz glanced over, noticing Ambrosia, Club X's Head Mistress and resident heroin addict. She got up, walking over to the pair, porcelain skin and long platinum blonde hair flowing; her lithe frame swayed back and forth in a mixture of grace and mild intoxication. She wrapped her arms around Damien’s shoulders, looking Chaz up and down with her intense gaze, her distain for him was palatable.
The detective returned her stare with one of his own.
“Funny…”
Chaz walked past them, then paused, leaning into Ambrosia,
“Am…wipe your nose, you look like you got smacked in the face with a powered donut!”
He chuckled, then walked inside, whistling a tune as he went. Ambrosia watched him go, her glassy eyes narrowed to vicious slits.
“I hate that goddamn pig! I should knock him out with my sick right hook!”
Damien laughed, patting her arm,
“Chaz is a necessary evil. He keeps the smell of bacon out of my club…and that’s good for all of us, right baby? How else is Mama gonna get her medicine on time, eh?”
He patted one of the boxes, which was no doubt filled with the object of Ambrosia’s affections. She smiled as she wiped at her nose, then planted a deep throaty kiss on Damien; filling his mind with the thoughts of all the many ways she intended to show him her gratitude…
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 17:37:21 GMT -5
SCENE:
Hannah Roberts stresses over her finances until Sapphire offers her a way to make more money than she ever has before; unwittingly setting Hannah down an ever darkening path...
ACTORS:
Hannah "Heidi" Roberts ... Katie Anderson
Sophie "Sapphire" Frasier ... Trixie
Hannah sat alone a booth in a darkened corner of the club, counting her earnings for the night. It was certainly a good deal more than she made working her fingers to the bone before, but nowhere near enough to get herself and Josh out of the hole that she had dug for them with the move to the city. She planted her elbows on the table and groaned, her fingers threading through her hair as she wondered how she would get out of this bind she now found herself in.
“…fuck…I don’t know what I’m going to do…”
Hannah looked up as Sapphire, the stunning blonde she had seen riding with Justina, walked over and plopped down across from her.
“Why are you looking so down in the mouth girlfriend? Did someone steal some of your tips? It was probably that bitch Helen! She’s a fucking gypsy…everyone knows they steal! My mother is from the old country, she told me about them!”
“HEY! My mom was a gypsy!”
Sapphire’s mouth dropped open as she pulled back a bit.
“…you’re fucking with me…”
Hannah erupted into laughter, nodding.
“Yes! I’m pulling your leg…but just so you know, that was kinda racist!”
She shrugged.
“It’s not racist if it’s true! Helen is a goddamn thief!”
Hannah laughed again at the girl’s deadpan response. Sophie ‘Sapphire’ Frasier was a certified stunner and she could dance circles around all the girls in Club X, but all Sapphire wanted to do was dance. She rarely gave the men that came to see her the time of day, hoping instead that they would pay for her artistry. Some paid…but not enough to make her the centerpiece at Club X, but for some reason Damien treated her like she was more precious than air.
Sapphire was one of the longest tenured dancers in the club, and she had become something of a gossip queen. She knew everything about everybody and she would gladly share what she knew…so long as you had some new information to add to her gossip book.
Sapphire looked at the money on the table and the forlorn look in Hannah’s eyes. She reached across and put her hand on the girl’s arm.
“If you’re strapped this month…I can spot you. I know you’re good for it. Caramel vouched for you.”
Hannah gave a weak shake of her head. She was desperate, but her pride would not allow her to take a handout.
“I can’t do that…I just need to find a way to make a few extra bucks.”
Sapphire shrugged;
“You thought about dancing? I mean…it’s not for everyone, but…the tips are better than you’re gonna get waiting tables. You might have to dodge a few pricks here and there, but I'll show you the ropes.”
Hannah was taken aback by the suggestion. The thought of baring herself on the stage had crossed her mind, but only as a thought of something she’d never do. If her family found out, they’d tan her hide for sure. Hannah looked around, then leaned closer to Sapphire as she whispered;
“How much are you making?”
Sapphire looked around, no doubt checking for the thieving gypsy. She reached into her hip purse and pulled out the largest wad of bills that Hannah had ever seen in her life. She laid the money on the table and spread it out like a large green fan. Hannah could only stare at it, wide eyed and amazed.
“You made all that…this week?”
Sapphire laughed.
“Bitch, I made that tonight! If you want, I can talk to Damien or Ambrosia. I know they would put you on. We’ve all seen how people look at you. You'd clear this and maybe more, easy!”
Hannah’s mouth went dry as she looked at the money…easy money…laid out there for the taking. All she had to do was dance a little…dodge a few pricks...and disappoint her family. Of course, what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 17:40:02 GMT -5
SCENE:
The true nature of Chaz's and Justina's relationship is revealed; along with the depth of Justina's growing madness...
ACTORS:
Justina ... Kenzi Grey
Chaz ... Marino Arturo
Justina collapses on the bed as Chaz soon collapses down beside her, both of their bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving with the exertion of their intense lovemaking. Chaz turns and reaches for a cigarette off the nightstand and quickly lights it up. He takes a long drag off of it, sending a stream of hot smoke into the air.
“Damn J! You act like you aint seen me in a while!"
Justina took the cigarette from Chaz, pulling a long drag from it as she backed up against him, resting her back on his muscled frame.
“You know I’m always happy to see you Chaz. We could do that as many times as you want."
Chaz snickered at this before changing the subject.
"What's up with the new girl you guys got out there? I think her name is Heidi...what's her deal?"
Justina seemed annoyed by his interest, but answered his question anyway.
"She's just a friend from back in the day. She came to town, needing help...struggling with some little rug rat, so I got her a job."Chaz shook his head.
"You turned her into a stripper?"
She corrected him, her annoyance showing.
"I got the bitch a job waiting tables! She wanted to show her fucking tits for a few extra bucks!"
Justina took a long drag off Chaz's cigarette, then changed the subject.
"When are you coming back through again to see me?"
Chaz took the cigarette back from her, tapping off the ash before sticking it back in his mouth.
“I come through when I can. You know the schedule…don’t go getting brand new on me. I got commitments I need to take care of. When D gets his shipments, I come through and make sure shit goes well.”
“…and that’s the only reason you come here now…?”
He gave a sigh of frustration as he sat up, practically pushing her off of him.
“Why are you so fucking needy?! Isn’t it enough that I even come here to drag your stupid ass off the goddamn pole twice a week?!”
Justina pushed herself onto her knees, not bothering to cover her nakedness in the face of Chaz’s biting words.
“Would you prefer that I start turning tricks in the back like D’s other scum sucking gutter tramps?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT CHAZ?!!”
Chaz let out a hard sigh of exasperation, then stood up as he grabbed his clothes and started dressing himself.
“LOOK! I come here and we fuck and that’s great! I don’t love you…I like coming…there’s a difference! If you want to start turning tricks, that shit is fine by me…because this is getting tiresome Justina!”
Chaz buckled his pants threw on his shirt and then started looking around for his holster with his service weapon. He remembered hanging it from the top post of the headboard and he turned to grab it…but he froze. Justina was holding his gun, cradling it in her lap, tears streaming down her face. Chaz held up his hand…slowly as he made his way toward her.
“…Justina…baby…give me the gun…”
Justina wiped at her eyes as she laced her index finger around the trigger. She looked at him, her face wet with a thousand tears and filled to the brim with anger.
“Why don’t you love me? What’s wrong with me that’s…that’s so fucking bad that you can’t love me? WHY?!!! TELL ME WHY?!!”
Chaz started to reach for the gun, but she put the barrel to her head. He stepped back, hands going up in front of him. All he could think of is how he was going to explain this if a stripper blew her brains out with his service weapon.
“GODDAMN IT! PUT THAT FUCKING GUN DOWN!!”
Justina’s hand shook as she stared at him; her body was slick with sweat...as tense as braided steel, her finger a hair trigger.
“…tell me…you love me…pl-please…just say it…”
“GIVE ME THE GODDAMN GUN!”
Justina flinched, as if she had been struck. His shrill shout cut right to the heart of her. She slowly lowered the gun, wiping her face with her free hand.
“Chaz…I…I’m pregnant…”
“Good for you…”
Justina let out a scream of utter anguish as she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger…
CLICK!
CLICK!
CLICK!
Chaz snatched the gun out of her hand, shoving her hard into the wall. He held her there as he stared at his gun, relieved that the safety was on.
“SON OF A BITCH!!!”
He shoved his gun into his waistband, then glared at the crying girl that held in place, the side of her face painfully pressed against the wall.
“You have no idea…do you? DO YOU?!! Do you know the shit storm that I would be in the middle of trying to explain how a batshit crazy fucking stripper got my gun and blew her stupid fucking brains all over Club X? DO YOU FUCKING KNOW?!!!”
Justina only just managed to speak; tears still coursing down her face.
“I…l-love…y-you…”
Chaz pulled her back and screamed in her face.
“YOU’RE A GODDAMN CRAZY PERSON!!”
Chaz shoved her down on the bed as he grabbed the rest of his belongings and headed out of the room, slamming the door shut, as Justina laid there crying, calling his name…
"Chaz..."
"Chaz?"
"CHAZ!!!"
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 17:46:02 GMT -5
SCENE:
Weeks after their break-up, Chaz has moved on to Heidi who is quickly becoming a Club favorite. This infuriates Justina, but another dynamic is at work as Ambrosia as her eyes on getting a taste of Caramel herself now that she is no longer off-limits because of her relationship with Damien’s police contact.
ACTORS:
Justina Marcia Caine “Caramel” … Kenzi Grey
Hannah “Heidi” Roberts … Katie Anderson
Violet “Ambrosia” Jurnagen … Sarah Selena Lacklan
Detective Chaz Fuller … Marino Arturo
Damien X … Dax Beckett
“She’s pretty amazing, isn’t she?”
Justina looked up and rolled her eyes as Ambrosia plopped down next to her, hand rubbing her thigh. Justina shoved her hand away.
“Yeah…sure…”
Ambrosia pretended to be sad over the rejection of her touch as she rubbed her hand. She followed Justina’s gaze and her eyes fell on the object of the girl’s real problem with Heidi. She laughed as she turned back to Justina.
“Awwwwwe! Is that why you’re mad Boo?”
She cut her eyes over to a table adjacent to the stage as Chaz sat there quietly watching and sipping a drink. Ambrosia turned back to Justina, laying her hand back on her thigh.
“Don’t be jealous…he’ll probably get tired of fucking her in a few months, just like he got tired of fucking you. It happens…”
She gave Justina’s leg a pat and a squeeze, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“…before long, she’ll be turning tricks for Damien like the rest of them…”
Justina tried to jerk her leg away, but Ambrosia held on tight, her eyes narrowing to vicious slits.
“You should probably think about being nicer to me. It would be a shame if we stopped being friends…wouldn’t it?”
Justina jumped to her feet, eyes blazing with a mixture of fear and anger. She start to say something, but thought the better of it as Damien walked in. Justina turned on her heel and stormed off. Ambrosia’s eyes followed the girl’s departure, focused on her ass as it switched from side to side. She chuckled, then licked her lips.
“What’s her fucking problem?”
Damien sat next to Ambrosia, sliding her over a tin with white powder.
Ambrosia shook her head, the quickly snorted the powder, eyes rolling in her head for a moment as she wiped the excess from her nose.
“It’s nothing I can’t handle. Trust me…”
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 17:52:02 GMT -5
SCENE:
Caramel confronts Ambrosia after finding out that the woman she brought into Club X is now replacing her as the closer.
ACTORS:
Justina Marcia Caine "Caramel" ... Kenzi Grey
Violet "Ambrosia" Jurnagen ... Sarah Selena Lacklan
Caramel burst through the door of the dressing room with fire in her eyes as she bore down on Ambrosia.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS HEIDI TAKING MY GODDAMN SPOT TONIGHT?! I ALWAYS CLOSE THE SHOW ON SATURDAY NIGHT!!”
The platinum blonde glanced up, wiping the fine white powder from her nostrils, annoyed at the interruption. She stood up, her glassy eyes flashing anger,
“You’d better take the bass out of your voice when you talk to me!”
Caramel’s chest heaved as she stepped back, doing her best to calm herself.
“It’s not right! I brought her in here Am! She shouldn’t be taking my spot!”
Ambrosia chuckled.
“Everyone gets replaced around here…sooner or later.”
She looked Caramel up and down, then gave a shrug.
“If you ask me…your expiration date was up months ago.”
Rage built up in Caramel like a building tide and it broke all at once as she shoved Ambrosia back.
“FUCK YOU COKE WHORE!”
Ambrosia stumbled back, a look of surprise momentarily crossing her face, then she balled up her fist and rushed at Caramel, pushing her back against the door.
“Is that what you want to do?”
Ambrosia put her hand around Caramel’s throat.
“GET OFF ME!”
Caramel slapped her hand away and the two began to struggle. Hands struggled for purchase as they ripped and tore at one another. Caramel shoved Sarah back forcefully, sending her crashing into the makeup table, knocking it over. Ambrosia smiled, then charged back over, slamming Caramel hard against the door. The two of them struggled against one another, this time with much more angst and vigor, until Ambrosia overpowered her, yanking her head back and devouring her mouth with her own...forcing her tongue down her throat and sapping the fight out of her with her own brand of wanton brutality.
As she pulled away, Caramel was struck dumb...rooted to the spot and silent. Ambrosia moved away, licking her lips.
“…I think you said something about fucking me…?”
Caramel reached for the door, then backed out. Wiping her mouth as she stumbled out into the hallway. Ambrosia called after her.
"We're not done yet...you're going to finish what you start bitch, I promise you that!"
Caramel backed down the hall, confused and humiliated...
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 18:28:43 GMT -5
SCENE:
Sophie tries to live a normal life outside Club X, but she soon realizes that she will never be anything more than a stripper to everyone who knows her as Sapphire. Ambrosia takes advantage of the young girl for a vile purpose...
ACTORS:
Sophie “Sapphire” Frasier ... Trixie
Darren ... Idris Abraham
Violet “Ambrosia” Jurnagen
Sapphire is out with a moderately handsome stranger going for a small coffee date before her shift.
"So, Sophie, do you think you could show me some of those dance moves then?"
He says in a very subtle tone.
"The teacher does say I'm the best in class, so hey, I could."
Prompting him to slurp down the last of his hot coffee and leave himself with just a little coffee 'stache which made Sapphire giggle.
"You have a little something..."
Sapphire reaches across after pulling a napkin from the dispenser to mop his lip, staring plainly at his lips and lingering after cleaning him, locking eyes and she clears her throat to sit back down.
"You know, it's still early, how's about we..."
He clicks his tongue.
"Go back to my place, maybe watch some Netflix or something."
Sapphire blushes but shakes her head.
"I'm sorry, I can't tonight."
"Oh come on! Baby, don't make me beg now."
"Darren, I can't. I'm busy tonight, I'll call you to see if we can, maybe watch a movie or something."
"Alright...I'll see what I can do instead, not going to be nearly as good."
Sapphire smiles and he enforced a rule that he pays for his lady so the bill was paid and Sapphire walked out of the shop, hugged goodbye and got into her car to drive to work, standing outside the parking lot she turns on her radio to some flamenco music and begins to dance herself in the parking lot, swaying, twirling, letting her hair fly and she gets lost in the dance until she's called in.
Later in the evening, Sapphire gets tapped on her shoulder.
"I'd like you to give me one heck of a private dance."
Sapphire turns around to see Darren in front of her and looks concerned while he has a big smile.
"Damn, I didn't picture you wearing this underneath the shirt and long skirt"
Sapphire watches his eyes and head look her up and down
"Darren..."
"Lead me to the private room, Sapphire."
Sapphire winces at him using her other name and shakes her head no. Darren flashes the cash again.
"I am paying for a dance, do your job and shake those buns for me."
Sapphire is ready to have him thrown out on his ass until Ambrosia walks past. The platinum blonde leans in, eyeing Sapphire.
"Is there a problem? This customer asked you for a private...so you should be moving that tight little ass!"
She lowers head and starts to leave, but Ambrosia stops her.
"Give me your phone...I want to leave someone a message."
Sapphire pulled her phone out of her bag and slid it into the woman's hand. She grinned as she scrolled through the contacts and found the number she was looking for. She gave a dismissive wave to Sapphire.
Sapphire closes her eyes as Darren delivers a condescending slap south. She give a defeated sigh and puts on the face; the false smile.
"Sir.....Follow Me."
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 18:41:58 GMT -5
SCENE:
Ambrosia tricks Caramel into believing that Chaz wants to reconcile, only to humiliate her by forcing her to choose between her job...and Ambrosia's own twisted desires.
ACTORS:
Justina Marcia Caine "Caramel" ... Kenzi Grey
Violet "Ambrosia" Jurnagen ... Sarah Selena Lacklan
Caramel tried the door to Damien’s private office and found it unlocked, just as she had been told it would be. She slipped silently inside, closing and locking the door behind her. She made her way to the back, calling out for her former boyfriend.
“Chaz? Are you here? I got the message you sent to Sapphire. You said you wanted to see me.”
She bit her lower lip seductively as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Chaz…are you here, I…”
She froze in her tracks as she walked into the back room and found Ambrosia there, staring at her as she lay across Damien’s desk in just her underwear. She smiled.
“I see you got my message…”
She smiled, as she licked her lips, running her hands over her body.
“…why don’t you come over here and give mama a taste of that sweet caramel...”
She chuckled as she sarcastically added.
“…Caramel?”
Caramel glared at her, then began to hastily button up her blouse.
“YOU’RE SICK! YOU KNOW THAT, AM? YOU’RE SICK AND DISGUSTING!”
Caramel turned to walk out of the room.
Ambrosia called after Caramel.
“If you walk out of here tonight, you better just keep on walking right out of the building, dearie!”
Caramel stopped and Ambrosia giggled, knowing that she had her attention.
“Good girl!”
Caramel didn’t bother to turn around as she spoke.
“If you think for one moment that Damien is going to let you get rid of me, you’re the craziest crackhead in this fucking crackhouse!”
Ambrosia shook her head, still giggling.
“Is that what you think?”
Ambrosia rolls her eyes in a very exaggerated way.
“Damien kept you around because you were fucking the cop that kept this place off the police watch list. Now that Chaz is boning your new best friend…what use does he have for you?”
She threw back her head and laughed.
“Face it, dearie...you suck as a dancer and you suck at riding dick…but maybe...just maybe...you can give me a reason to convince Damien to keep you around…”
Caramel turned around as Ambrosia slowly opened her legs, smirking as she mockingly beckoned her.
“….here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty...”
Caramel stood there, crestfallen and defeated…tears filling her eyes, even as her feet carried her back into the room where her final humiliation would be complete…
“…and dearie...”
Ambrosia says as Caramel makes her slow walk of shame.
“...you had best make me believe it!”
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 18:45:48 GMT -5
SCENE:
After days of humiliation at the hands of Ambrosia, Justina seeks to take revenge…playing on the affections of Damien’s most loyal associate to do it…
ACTORS:
Rufus Jones … Seth P.
Justina Marcia Caine “Caramel” … Kenzi Grey
“RUFUS! Where are you going?!”
The man stopped and a broad smile touched his lips as he saw Justina. He’d had a thing for her since the day he first laid eyes on her at Club X. He had always intended to make his move on her, but after the Damien’s inside police connection took a liking to her, she was off the table. Now that he had moved on to Heidi, she was fair game again.
He looked her up and down, giving her a coy smile; licking his lips.
“Hey sweetness! What are you doing here?”
Justina shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Ambrosia has me making runs for her and Damien…”
She paused, gesturing towards the box he was carrying.
“Is that Am’s shit?”
He nodded, still fixated on her.
“Yeah…you know how Mama likes her H. Hey! I was thinking, if you aint busy after work tonight, maybe I can take you out for a bit to eat or whatever…”
Justina’s eyes were fixed on the box, but she pulled her eyes away and plastered on a broad smile, just for Rufus. She put her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Really? I mean…I don’t want to put you out. I know you’re busy at the end of the night. So you don’t have to…all that running back and forth.”
He waved her off.
“Yeah, but it’s cool…I’ll run in and drop this off and then I just have a few more things then…”
Kenzi takes the box from under his arm, and as he starts to protest, she kisses him…stopping him dead in his tracks. She pulls back; her voice a sensual whisper.
“…I’ll get this to Am, you go finish up…”
She pulled away, eyes still on the stunned man.
“Rufus…hurry.”
The man needed no more coxing as he turned and practically ran off. Kenzi looked down at the box, opening it and looking at the tiny bags that contained the object of Ambrosia’s drug addled mine. Anger rose in her as she thought of the vile treatment the woman had leveled at her. It needed to stop…it would stop.
Instead of taking the box to Ambrosia, she made a quick detour towards the maintenance room. Once inside, she scoured the shelves until she came upon what she was looking for; an industrial strength cleaner that mirrored the look of the heroin Ambrosia so enjoyed. Justina seemed conflicted, but only for a moment. Thoughts of the woman forcing herself on her…demanding that she fuck her and Damien on demand or end up turning tricks nearly made her sick to her stomach.
“…you want to fuck with me cunt…you fuck with this…”
She set to work, knowing full well what could and probably would happen once Ambrosia used the deadly mixture…
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 18:53:48 GMT -5
SCENE:
Justina’s plan comes together as she gets her final revenge against Ambrosia and looks to take her place as Damien’s consort…
ACTORS:
Violet “Ambrosia” Jurnagen … Sarah Selena Lacklan
Justina Marcia Caine “Caramel” … Kenzi Grey
Damien X … Dax Beckett
“…stop…Stop…STOP…!!”
She forced Justina away from her as she struggled to stand up; the room was spinning and she felt as if her insides were on fire. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed to the floor. Damien scrambled down to the floor, frantic as Ambrosia convulsed and foamed from the mouth.
“VIOLET!! VI!! BABY!! OH GOD, WHAT’S WRONG?!!”
Damien was frantic as he called Ambrosia by her given name and shook her, trying desperately to help her. From the bed, Justina watched with cold, dispassionate eyes as her tormentor died on the floor. She wiped her mouth, removing the last reminder of her that she would ever have to endure.
Damien stood up, pacing back and forth as Ambrosia coughed one last time, splattering him with bloody spittle. Damien was paralyzed as he stood there, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“…Vi…baby…p-please…”
Justina climbed out of the bed and knelt beside her, checking for a pulse. She had to fight the urge to smile when she felt none. She stood up, going to Damien’s side, putting her hand on his shoulder. He swatted her hand away and grabbed her, roughly slamming her against the wall.
“SHE’S DEAD!! SHE’S FUCKING DEAD!!”
Justina winced in pain, but she pushed it aside as she made her play.
“Damien! We have to clean this up! Get her body out of here! She can’t be found here…not in the club…”
He stared at her in confusion.
“W-What are you s-saying?”
“Her body cannot be found in the club! It’s going to bring heat down on us that not even Chaz can keep away…”
Justina ushered Damien to the door, he reluctantly went, still casting lingering glances at Ambrosia’s lifeless body. Justina opened the door, ushering him out.
“Go…go find Rufus…tell him to get the body off the property.”
Damien stood there, stroking his beard, eyes glistening with tears as he looked past her at Ambrosia. Justina grabbed, giving him a hard shake.
“DAMIEN! We have to take care of this…NOW!”
Damien turned and ran off to find Rufus, and Justina closed the door and walked back over and knelt down beside Ambrosia’s body. She wiped the woman’s face and glared at her.
“…goodbye…dearie…”
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 19:09:31 GMT -5
SCENE:
As Heidi finds it harder and harder to keep up with juggling her son, Chaz, and dancing Justina offers her a way to take the edge off…but she may have a more sinister agenda.
ACTORS:
Hannah “Heidi” Roberts … Katie Anderson
Sophie “Sapphire” Frasier … Trixie
Justina Marcia Caine “Caramel” … Kenzi Grey
“Come on girl! You can make it…one more dance and then we can call it a night!
Heidi shook her head, as she patted her friend’s hand.
“Girl…I am so goddamn tired! Between trying to keep up with Josh at home, Chaz, and dancing…I feel like I don’t even have time to breathe! I mean…if I didn’t need the money, I wouldn’t even try to go back out there!”
Sapphire frowned. She could see that Heidi wasn’t nearly beyond the point of complete exhaustion.
“Come on girl…let me just take you home, I…”
“I got this Sapphire, you can go.”
Justina walked in, looking like the cock of the walk now that Ambrosia was gone. No one was happier over Ambrosia up and leaving without saying a word, the woman was a tyrant and a deviant, but Justina had taken her place and was slowly proving to be even more sadistic that her predecessor.
“Justina, Heidi isn’t in any condition to…”
“You can go…now. I said, I got this.”
Sapphire reluctantly leaves, casting sidelong glances at Heidi. Justina settles in next to Heidi, reaching across the table to hold her hand.
“Are you okay girl? Is something wrong?”
Heidi wants to keep her troubles to herself, but she tells Justina everything; from her troubles with her son to her struggles to keep up with the demands of a new relationship. She pauses as she realizes that talking about Chaz with Justina was likely a bad idea.
“Justina…I-I’m sorry…I forgot about you and Chaz…I…”
She waves her off, pretending not to care.
“It’s okay…he and I were just going in different directions. Honestly, it’s good to see the two of you happy.”
Justina dug her nails into her own palms as she lied about her feelings for Chaz…and her mounting hatred for Heidi. She put a well-practiced smile as she looked around, as if they might be watched.
“You know…I might be able to get you something that could help…”
She reached into her pocket and slid over a tiny bag. Heidi’s eyes grew wide as she looked around, then put her hand over Justina’s.
“…OMG! Is that…drugs Justina…?”
She tried to push them back across the table, but Justina pushed the baggie back towards her. Her eyes insisting that she take it.
“You need something to keep you going, and this is it! I…I could show you how…if you want.”
Heidi takes the bag, staring at it in hands as she wondered if this really was the answer. She’d done other things before, a little weed in high school, some mushrooms a time or two, but this seemed to be a big step up. Her mind turned back to her parents; and their words about the evils of drugs…words she had ignored when she dabbled, words that seemed to be fading fast and faster from memory…
“This stuff…it’s kinda serious…isn’t it?”
Justina smiled, leaning in closer to Heidi.
“This…is going to change your life…I promise!”
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 19:14:38 GMT -5
SCENE:
Damien revels in the his success of his empire. Chaz thinks he might have found the one in Heidi, but new demons start to take hold of her, threatening her future…and Justina is at the heart of it all.
ACTORS:
Damien X … Dax Beckett
Detective Chaz Fuller … Martino Arturo
Sophie “Sapphire” Frasier … Trixie
Hannah “Heidi” Roberts … Katie Anderson
Justina Marcia Caine “Caramel” … Kenzi Grey
Damien stood back, watching the crowd in silent satisfaction. His business was booming. Club X was just breaking even…on the books; but where it mattered most, he was making money hand over fist. Between prostitution and drugs, Damien had a strangle hold on vice in the city. His partnership with Chaz has secured that for him; the detective kept the cops at bay and in return, Chaz had his pick of the litter and his pockets lined with green.
He looked up as Chaz walked in, then waved him over. Chaz took a seat in the VIP booth as Damien joined him.
“Chaz…you here to pick up Heidi?”
He nodded, glancing up on stage as Sapphire finished her dance.
“Yeah…gotta get her over to the sitters to pick up Josh. Can’t be late again…the bitch already threatened to quit last week.”
Damien chuckled as he made a halfhearted joke.
“Well, you can bring the little fella here. I’ll have that thieving gypsy bitch keep an eye on him. The distraction might stop her from robbing me fucking blind, eh?”
Damien laughed, but Chaz didn’t. He had grown very close to Heidi and her son…he was starting to think of them as his own family. He checked his watch, then glanced back up at the stage.
“She needs to hurry up…we’re gonna be late.”
Damien waved Sapphire over.
“Get Heidi out here…”
Sapphine nodded and headed to the back, making her way through the throng of half-naked women milling around the back. She asked around, but no one had seen Heidi. She continued further into the private rooms that Damien kept for himself…rooms she had always managed to avoid. As she got to the back, she heard voices; speaking low and giggling. She tried the door and found it open, just a hair. She looked inside and her eyes widened.
Heidi sat on the edge of the bed, a cord tied around her leg as Justina shot her up.
Heidi let her head roll back along with her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation…the sweet oblivion that always took hold of her when she started to get high. Justina pulled the needle out, then posted herself between Heidi’s thighs, looking the girl in her face as she finally opened her eyes.
“You like that…?”
Heida grinned.
“…I love it…”
Justina leaned in and kissed Heidi, tongues intertwining as she pushed her down, hands invading the drug addled girl.
Sapphire started to go inside, but commonsense stopped her. Justina wouldn’t have taken kindly to the disturbance…and maybe, like Ambrosia had gone missing a few months earlier, she’d go missing next. She closed the door and turned, she’d have to make up a lie for now…at least until she could find a way to get Heidi out of this situation…before it was too late…
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 19:19:36 GMT -5
SCENE:
Flashback to a fateful moment when Whisper realizes that she must find a way out of Club X; or end up as just another brick in the wall of Damien's cruel empire...
ACTORS:
Brittany “Whisper” Jones ... Alana Allure
Damien X ... Dax Beckett
Detective Crevello ... Gavin Grimes
She should have died on the streets, it would have been quicker than watching her soul die within those walls. It was only through a terrible tragedy that she was able to break free…though, not completely. As she walked through the halls she once roamed as the Head Bitch in Charge…her mind drifted back to the moment when everything changed…
~~ Two Years Prior ~~
The sounds of a passionate tussle in the sheets can be heard as a woman moans loudly. It is accompanied by the sound of a man encouraging it with softly spoken, almost inaudible words. The visuals slowly fade in to witness Damien X, owner of Club X, with one hand planted against the mattress as he thrusts, his heavily tattooed chest heaving, the hair matted to his chest as he continues to work his magic on the ebony goddess on top of him. He leans up as he kisses her on the lips, running his free hand up and down the slender frame of her back; however, the woman turns her head away from him, and it becomes apparent that this isn't that kind of arrangement.
"I guess the saying is true, huh? You don't kiss a whore on the mouth…"
Whisper reaches her hand back and slaps Damien across the face. Damien chuckles as he continues to pump into the woman who detests him at this point. She purses her bottom lip as she prepares to remove herself from the situation; however, Damien grabs onto her luscious backside as he leans back.
"Oh fuck yeah, Whisper! Mmmm! Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck ahhhhhhhh! Shit…"
Damien stares Whisper dead in the eye, as he tries to catch his breath. He manuevers himself before shoving Whisper off of him. She pulls up the sheets as she shields her body from Damien. Damien rubs at his face as he stands up, using the sheet to clean himself off. He returns the same look of contempt as he looks back at her.
"You could at least try to pretend that you're into it, you know… I got at least ten bitches out there right now who would love to take a ride on this shit."
"Take away the coke and the money and you got nothing."
"Except for this…"
Damien grins as he gestures down toward his crotch. Whisper shakes her head as if to say that she doesn't agree, but it isn't quite as convincing as she hopes.
"You're just an asshole, X. I don't care what you do to me, but I'm out. I quit."
"You wanna quit the D? I give it five minutes, Whisper."
"All of it! I'm done with you, the drugs, and this hell hole!"
Damien listens as he nods his head. He slowly walks over to the nightstand by the bed where his hand slowly reaches for the gun. He picks it up and cocks it back as he points it at the ceiling.
"So you mean to tell me that an overglorified coke whore who is up to her nostrils in this shit is just gonna walk away like that? I should demote you to Rufus’ play toy just for saying that."
"At least Rufus isn't so thirsty for validation that he tries to kiss a girl he knows can't even stand looking at him like some kind of a pussy…"
With that, Damien points the gun right at Whisper, his finger grazing over the trigger as he teases the idea of plugging her right here and right now. However, the fondness he holds for her causes him to stop himself.
"I'm building an empire here, Whisper. I think we both know what this is. So sue me if I got caught up in the moment. We're just two sexy fuckers, having fun together, like friends with benefits. I want you sitting right at the top with me. Together, we could run this town…"
Damien lifts up the sheet as he crawls into bed with Whisper. It's clear that the promise of money and power overrides the obvious abusive nature of Damien as she reaches her hand under the sheet. Damien grabs her hand as he sinks under the sheets and works his way between her thighs as her eyes roll back, and moans escape her lips.
It doesn't take long before the door to the room opens and a man walks in, gun pointed directly at the lump of a man underneath the covers. Whisper doesn't notice at first, as the man walks closer to the edge of the bed. Once he makes it about five feet away, he clocks the gun, which causes Whisper to clinch her thighs together as she let's out a scream. She scoots back against the headboard, her breaths shallow and heavy. Damien emerges from under the covers as he looks angry.
"What the fuck?! I know I'm good, but damn baby!"
Whisper points over to the man, who has his police badge prominently displayed. Damien gulps as he gently wipes at his face. The sheet only comes up to his waist as he runs his fingers through his hair.
"I guess I shouldn't have expected this to last forever. This town is full of dirty cops, all of them with a price."
Officer Crevello, snorted as he kept his gun trained on the club owner.
"The only price good enough for me is your mugshot framed in my living room you piece of shit!"
Damien smirks as he gently reaches over to the nightstand to grab a cigarette and lighter. He puffs on it as he lights it, showing it off as he sets it back on the nightstand.
"I'm going to take a guess here… Five G’s is too little, but your rookie stance makes me believe that I don't have to sweat much more. It's your lucky day though…"
Whisper grabbed Damien's arm.
"X? This one looks pretty damn serious…"
"Baby, it's okay. I'm a businessesman so I have to get used to it. Now, as I was saying… how about I give you ten grand, and we call it a day?"
The officer charges over and nails the butt end of his gun against Damien face, knocking a tooth out in the process. Damien holds his head down as blood dribbles from his mouth. He spits a tooth out onto the floor as he slowly looks up.
"Twenty, and a private session with Whisper, right here, right now."
Crevello clenched his jaw, more than ready to hit him again if the mood took him.
"Listen up, dirtbag! We can do this the easy way or the hard way. But, the only way this is gonna go is you're gonna wind up in the back of my squad car. I got enough evidence to put you away for life, not to mention all the dirt I've heard from the inside."
Damien looks over at Whisper as she looks between the two men. Damien nods his head as he puts his cigarette out in the ashtray. He holds his hands up, standing in all his glory. The officer rolls his eyes.
"Put some clothes on for fucks sake. Have some dignity, you slime ball."
Damien can only laugh, modesty was for lesser men.
"The funny thing about that is that I'm proud of everything. I built a kingdom in this town. I'm a fucking king. You come in here and you threaten to usurp my throne. All the cocaine, and the prostitution has given me a lot of power."
"You definitely didn't build it on intelligence. Shut your fucking mouth, and put some fucking pants on. I came here knowing that after today, my girl would be safe. No more of Sapph…"
Whisper cut him off.
"No!"
Crevello looks over at Whisper, as cuts him off in the middle of revealing his real reason for trying to end Damien. However the distraction gives the perfect opportunity for what comes next. There is a loud explosion of gunfire as Damien fires shot after shot right into Detective Crevello. He walks forward with a gangster like pose as he empties the clip right into the officer. He stands over his bleeding body, stepping onto the hand with the gun. He reaches down and picks it up.
"This fucking empire was built on the blood and the bodies of everyone that stood in my way. Fucking literally! You're just another brick in the wall, and your dumb-fuck girlfriend will be right behind you!"
Whisper spoke up, pleading.
"NO! Don't, baby. Don't. Sapphire didn't know he was any different than any other cop walking through those doors. She really didn't, baby…"
Damien looks back at Whisper as she begs for the life of her friend. Damien's eyes widen as he points the gun down and blows an eight caliber hole through Crevello’s head. He storms over to Whisper and crawls across the bed as he hunches over her. She refuses to show how afraid she is, as she is pretty numb from what she's just seen. Damien notices this, and his deep feelings for her grants mercy as he only retorts with yelling.
"Get your ass dressed and handle that piece of shit pig bleeding all over my fucking floor!"
Whisper tangles her fingers in her hair as she watches what has just unfolded before her eyes, seeing what she's really gotten herself into.
~~ The Present ~~
Whisper, ever the tactician, managed to turn that tragedy into a way out. No matter how well connected Damien was, murdering a cop was serious business and it required the trust and coordination of many people to make disappear. Whisper brought in her cousin, Rufus Jones to help remove the body and sweep the incident under the rug. Over the next several weeks cops were buzzing around the club like flies on shit, but everyone stuck to the code and soon things cooled off.
Whisper had managed to insulate Sapphire from Damien, but the situation had left the girl terrified too do anything but stay right where she was. Whisper, however, had other ideas. Damien wanted to kill her to make sure his secret stayed safe, but Whisper was careful to make him believe that she had taken steps to ensure the secret got out if she or Sapphire had any...unfortunate accidents.
She got out of the club and got herself a job a few towns over; a respectable job at a hospital where she could just be Brittany Jones. Life was good...until Damien came calling again...
He wanted her to steal drugs from the pharmacy for him...things for his girls...and for his more particular clientele. She wanted to tell him to 'go fuck himself' but as long as Sapphire remained under his thumb, she was just as stuck as she always had been. Her freedom was nothing more than an illusion.
She was always going to be Whisper...until the day she died...
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Post by Publicist on Mar 29, 2017 19:24:51 GMT -5
SCENE:
Whisper makes a drop at Club X and finds herself in the middle of something dark…
ACTORS:
Brittany “Whisper” Jones … Alana Allure
Damien X … Dax Beckett
Rufus Jones … Seth P.
Hannah “Heidi” Roberts … Katie Anderson
Sophie “Sapphire” Frasier … Trixie
Justina Marcia Caine “Caramel” … Kenzi Grey
Whisper walked into Damien’s office and tossed down the bag in front of him.
“HERE! Hopefully no one but you chokes on it!”
Damien grinned as he peeked inside. The bag was filled with prescription drugs that were damn hard to get a hold of through normal channels. He sat back, folding his arms, eye considering his former top girl.
“Quite a mouth on you still Whisper…care to show me what else it’s good for?”
She gave him the finger.
“No…and fuck you! I gotta go!”
Damien stood up, ready to press her, but a commotion outside his office captured his attention. He pushed past Whisper and opened the door as Rufus ran up. He pointed down the hall.
“Go see what those stupid whores are screaming about!”
Rufus nodded and made his way through the throng of half-naked women running around the back. As he got to the main dressing room, he found a group of girls all standing around Heidi as she lay slouched over the make-up table with a needle sticking out of her leg.
“JESUS! GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY!!”
He pushed through the crowd and patted Heidi’s face, trying to wake her from her stupor. Heidi jerked and then started to foam at the mouth, and Rufus pulled her to the floor and screamed at the girls.
“CALL AN AMBULANCE!! CALL RIGHT NOW!!”
As the girls scrambled for their phones, Whisper pushed her way through the crowd and sighed.
“Rufus…MOVE!!”
Rufus obeyed his cousin’s demand as she pulled the needle from Heidi’s leg, glanced at it and tossed it aside. She rifled through her bag as Sapphire ran in to help. Whisper directed her to hold Heidi’s head up. She pulled out a sealed packet that contained a needle of her own. She ripped open the bag and primed the needle as Sapphire stared at her.
“More drugs?”
She answered, absently as she worked to find the proper injection site.
“This is Narcan…the administrators have us all carrying it because of all the fucking overdoses we have been seeing in the ER lately!”
Sapphire looked at her, eyes wide and wet with tears.
“It’s going to save her?”
Whisper injected her then looked at Sapphire.
“It’s going to stop her from dying on this nasty fucking floor. The only thing that is going to save her, is getting her out of this goddamn club!”
Justina stood off to the side, cigarette in hand…a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she watched to see of Heidi was going to be saved or not…
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