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Message no. 1
From: Ratinac, Rand (NSW) RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au
Subject: Sacrifices: Chapter Two
Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 12:15:26 +1000
Just a working title, guys. And a very rough one at that. :)

Doc'

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Chapter Two

"C'mon, Billy, let us in, omae!"
Terrence Michael Barker - Billy to the world at large - looked down
from his lofty height on the pleading young man before him and grunted, "Not
tonight."
The young man, his face a comical mask of black and white paint,
staggered backwards, half in shock and half in inebriation. Only his grasp
on the shoulders of a pair of half-naked women kept him upright. "Oh, but,
_Billy_!" whined one of them, a blonde with obviously surgically enhanced
assets. She pouted prettily and jiggled distractingly at Billy.
Billy sighed. "Put some clothes on, Cherry," he told her. "You'll
catch cold."
Cherry sidled closer, jiggling even more as her brunette companion
joined her. "I _like_ the cold, Billy," she purred, "but I like it hot even
more." A gasp escaped her lips as her friend began to tease her breasts, and
she rubbed her hand between her thighs. "Would you like to play with us,
Billy?" she asked throatily. "We'll let you, if you let us in." Behind
them,
the clown-faced young man giggled softly.
"No," Billy repeated. "Not tonight. You're all drunk - and jacked
up, for all I know. You'll spend all night giving the girls a hard time and
we don't allow that. Come back some other time when you're not wasted."
Cherry's face hardened, displaying what Billy knew was her true
nature for the first time. "Your girls are stuck-up bitches, Billy," she
spat. "They take money to get their clothes off - why not take a bit more to
go a bit further?"
"Some of them do, Cherry. You know that."
"Yeah, but not the good ones."
Billy shrugged. "It's their choice."
"That's exactly what I mean!" Cherry stormed. "Stuck-up bitches! I'm
rich! They should do whatever I want them to!"
"Pot, kettle, black," Billy muttered under his breath as he shook
his head. "You're not rich, Cherry - you're just spoiled. Now go home."
"No." Cherry planted her tiny fists on her hips and stared up at
him. "Let us in, or I'll call my daddy and have you shut down!" Behind her,
Cherry's companions shrank back. They knew Billy didn't take well to
threats. Cherry, of course, didn't care. Fortunately for them, Billy was in
a good mood.
"Don't be silly, Cherry. You pull a stunt like that and you'll be
banned for life. Is that what you want?" Billy's words apparently got
through to her - for a few seconds. Her lower lip trembled slightly, but
that quickly passed. Her jaw set stubbornly, she glared up at Billy, her
expression furious. Billy didn't give her a chance to speak. "Go _home_,
Cherry," he repeated.
"Make me," she shot back snidely.
Billy snorted and his eyes flared. He'd had enough and it was time
to put Cherry in her place. "_Begone_, puling brats!" he thundered in an
immense voice.
Dumbstruck, the trio stared up at him. Finally, the young man spoke.
"Wh...what?"
"For shame, Niko," interjected a new voice with a laugh. "Don't tell
me your cerebral development is so stunted you don't even realise when
you've been told off!"
Billy grinned at the new arrival, while Niko stared at him
malevolently. He waved the trio aside as the tall, slender man who had
spoken strolled nonchalantly up to face the bouncer, his patent leather
shoes and walking stick clicking loudly. "What-ho, Billy, old chum?" he
asked jovially. "You're not having trouble with these young scalawags, are
you?"
"Nothing I can't handle, Mr. Tremayne," Billy replied. Before he
could say another word, Cherry had abandoned the fuming Niko and attached
herself firmly to the older man.
"It's absolutely _awful_, Jimmy!" she wailed, pressing her breasts
against him in fashion that was anything but accidental. "Billy's being an
absolute beast - he won't let us in."
Jimmy looked up at Billy. "I say, is this true?" Billy shrugged,
fighting hard to suppress a smile. "Well, I must say...good show, old chap."
Cherry stared at him in shock as he easily disengaged her from his arm. "If
these rascals have been misbehaving, then there really isn't anything else
you can do. Oh, and Cherry, dear?" Cherry yelped as Jimmy slapped her on the
bottom. "Put some clothes on."
A flush of humiliation and anger darkened Cherry's face as Jimmy
slipped away, stepping past Billy before she could do anything foolish.
"Jimmy, you bastard!" she yelled. "You owe me!"
"No, Cherry, I don't. I do believe you enjoyed our evening together
more than I ever did - and I never promised you anything." Jimmy turned to
face Billy again and tapped him on the shoulder with his walking stick,
ignoring the exiled trio completely. "By the by, old chum, is Alex dancing
tonight?"
Billy nodded. "Actually, you're just in time, Mr. Tremayne. She's on
in about fifteen minutes."
A piercing whistle jerked Billy's head up. "Alex?" crowed Cherry in
an abrupt and drunken about-face, a lustful grin surmounting her face. "Now
_that's_ a girl I'd like to play with!" The way she slurred her words
couldn't hide the wanton sexuality in her voice.
"Yeah," Niko agreed with a giggle. His arm was about the brunette's
neck as he endeavoured to puzzle out a way to get his hand down the front of
her provocatively skintight pants. "We could have a foursome - and I could
be on the bottom." The thought obviously struck the young man as terribly
hilarious as he fell to his knees, howling with laughter. Cherry shot him a
scathing glance, but that only made him laugh harder.
Billy rolled his eyes and Jimmy smiled. "You can ask her if she's
interested, then - next time you come." Jimmy's smile widened as his words
crushed out the faint hope Cherry had begun to show. "Correct, Billy?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Tremayne." Billy glared at Cherry, who returned his
stare defiantly. "Last chance, Cherry. Take off, or I'll have to tell Mr.
Gallagher you've been making trouble."
Finally admitting defeat, Cherry stuck her tongue out at Billy.
"Fine, then. We'll just go someplace where they appreciate us. Drekheads."
She spun about on her heel, wavering only slightly, and stalked away.
Clambering to his feet, Niko staggered after her. Before their brunette
friend could join them, Billy reached out and snagged her by the shoulder.
She looked up at him in surprise as he drew her closer.
"What are you doing with those two, Vicki?" he asked, shooting a
glance at Jimmy that caused him to halt just outside the open doorway almost
hidden by Billy's broad shoulders. "What if your parents found out what you
were doing?"
Vicki screwed her pretty face up angrily. "Like I care what those
fraggers think!" She wrenched her arm away from Billy and began to storm
away. "They can kiss my ass!"
"Victoria!" Billy's tone was enough to cause the young woman to
freeze. "What if I told a reporter friend of mine what you're doing? What if
he took some pictures of you? What if they ended up in the screamsheets and
your friends and family saw them? Is that what you'd to say to your parents
then?"
Vicki turned to face Billy, her eyes wide and staring. "You
wouldn't," she breathed, wrapping her arms around her breasts. "Would you?"
"No," Billy reassured her, "but I can't speak for everyone. I-"
Before Billy could continue, an irritated shout broke in. "Frag it,
Vicki, are you coming?"
Billy's eyes narrowed, but he ignored Cherry's acidic tone and kept
talking. "Look, why don't you ditch those losers and go on in with Jimmy
here? He'll take good care of you." Billy glanced over his shoulder to see
Jimmy leering at the pretty, young woman and frowned. "He can start by
giving you his coat," he growled.
"Oh, but of course," Jimmy said, leaping forward to wrap his heavy
coat around Vicki's naked shoulders. Taking her hand, he bowed gallantly and
kissed it. "James Edmond Rutherford-Tremayne the Second at your service, my
dear. Shall we go inside?"
Vicki hesitated, glancing back at Cherry and Niko as she
unconsciously pulled the coat tighter around her body. Then she smiled
shyly. "Sure. That sounds like fun."
With a broad smile, Jimmy began to usher her forward, but paused
when Billy crooked a large finger in his direction. Leaning down, he kissed
Vicki on the cheek. "Wait inside for me, would you, dear? I'll just be a
minute." Vicki nodded eagerly and stepped through the door. Jimmy watched
her go, then turned to face Billy. "I appreciate the introduction, Billy -
she's really quite pretty - but what's with the Good Samaritan act?" At
Billy's blank stare, he sighed. "What's up? Why are you being so nice to the
streetmeat?" he elaborated, his cultured voice taking on the tones of one
more accustomed to the seamier side of life. Then he yelped as Billy reached
out and flicked his nose with a large finger.
"Be nice, _James_," Billy rumbled. "Victoria's from a strict corp
family and her father's a real slot. This is her way of rebelling, but it
won't be worth it if her old man finds out, fake bravado or no. Did you see
the way she was acting with Cherry and Niko? This is a thrill for her, but
she's terrified, too. Treat her well, but be a gentleman. Try to control
your urges. And get her some decent clothes to wear before she really _does_
get her face on the 'nets."
Jimmy frowned. "Oh, c'mon, Billy. You land this sweet, little thing
in my lap and then expect me to _behave_? I'm a man, not a monk."
Billy rolled his eyes. "She's only sixteen, Jimmy."
Jimmy's mouth gaped open. "What? Sixteen? You're drekking me!"
"No, Jimmy, I'm not."
Jimmy frowned as he stared through the door. "She doesn't look
sixteen," he grumbled. Then he sighed. "Okay, Billy, I'll control my baser
urges. On one condition." A wicked smile returned to his face. "Tell me why
you're being so protective of her."
A blush rose to Billy's cheeks. "She's Kim's little sister," he
confessed.
Jimmy's eyes widened and his smile blossomed into a full-blown grin.
"Kim? You mean Kimberley? Our Kimberley? Kimberley the dancer, whom you're
oh-so-sweet on?"
"Don't push it, Jimmy." Billy's growl was immensely threatening, but
Jimmy just laughed.
"I wouldn't dare - but you owe me one now and you know it." Jimmy
jabbed a finger into Billy's chest. "As long as I'm babysitting your dear,
sweet angel, I'm out of action."
Billy sighed. "What do you want, Jimmy?" he asked wearily.
"Oh, nothing much. Just for you to put in a good word for me with
Alex."
Billy whistled loudly. "You don't ask for much, do you?"
Jimmy's smile was terribly smug. "Hey if dessert's free, you might
as well have the best."
Billy snorted. "Well, you won't get far with that attitude."
"Which is why, sir, the fabled Tremayne charm will have to work its
magic." Jimmy tapped Billy on the shoulder with his cane again. "Now if
you'll excuse me, I must be going before I miss the lady's performance.
Enjoy the evening, old boy."
Billy shook his head, somehow managing to refrain from mentioning
that the fabled Tremayne charm had so far failed dismally where Alex was
concerned, as Jimmy slipped through the door and offered Vicki his arm. He
turned, then waved forward the queue of young and beautiful people, all
desperate to get in. "About time," one of them, a young elf of indeterminate
sex, growled.
Billy smiled evilly, an expression that merely grew as the elf's
face fell. "End of the line, you."
Message no. 2
From: Hunter griffinhq@****.com
Subject: Sacrifices: Chapter Two
Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 00:08:23 -0400
On Thu, 25 May 2000 12:15:26 +1000 "Ratinac, Rand (NSW)"
<RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au> writes:
> Just a working title, guys. And a very rough one at that. :)
>
<shakes a bottle>
Taking your medication, Rand?

:)

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Message no. 3
From: Ratinac, Rand (NSW) RRatinac@*****.redcross.org.au
Subject: Sacrifices: Chapter Two
Date: Thu, 25 May 2000 14:46:48 +1000
> > Just a working title, guys. And a very rough one at that. :)
> >
> <shakes a bottle>
> Taking your medication, Rand?
>
> :)

Never! :)

Doc'

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