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FanFiction
- The Last Minute
Dancers A/N:
Dave "Percy" Sledge, or Anna, do not belong to me. They belong
to Stephen Norrington, Palm Pictures, and the film "The Last Minute."
Feedback is much appreciated. Archiving with permission only. Contains
NC-17 rated material (non-consensual sex, violence, and drugs), so consider
yourself warned! The
time seemed to drag on forever in the room. There was no window, so
she wasn't even sure if it wiw night or day. The cravings for China
White got so bad that Anna was curled up in the middle of the mattress
in a fetal position, shivering. Her stomach rolled ominously, and she
wished that she had some water to wash the scent of Percy from her mouth.
A short time later, she heard footsteps, then the door to her room opened.
She didn't even bother to look up, so was surprised when one of Percy's
lackeys knelt down beside her. "She's
in a bad way Derek," Robert said, touching Anna's forehead. Derek
frowned. "The
boss doesn't want us to give her any gear," Derek replied. "What
about some morphine?" Robert suggested. Derek appeared to ponder
this for a few minutes. "I
suppose. But if the boss notices, it's on your head, not mine,"
he said. Robert drew a small vial and a needle from the inner pocket
of his jacket. He expertly filled the syringe, and injected it into
Anna's arm. "That'll
help ya, for a little while," he said to Anna, who hardly noticed
his words. The two men left, and slowly Anna felt some of her nausea
cease, and her shivering slow.
Percy spent his day calling in debts, feeling decidedly unsatisfied
with his experience with 'Shanks' protege. Surely 'Shanks had taught
the girl some skills to get by on the streets! He'd hardly ever run
across one as unknowledgeable as she was in the arts of pleasure. He
smiled to himself as he thought about getting one of his crew to teach
her a few new lessons.
Evening found Percy out on the town for a change, enjoying a night at
the National Ballet. There was no doubt that most of his crew would
laugh at the thought of their boss enjoying classical dance, but he
wasn't inclined to share his other interests with them. He sat and watched
the lithe bodies of the dancers moving onstage. A small, dark-haired
dancer caught his eye. She was well-proportioned, her body muscular
yet attractive to his eye. Her small breasts were pert, and he thought
of how lovely they would be in his hands. That thought kept him occupied
for the rest of the evening, and after the performance he found his
way backstage, looking for the dancer.
He disliked the crush of people as he stepped backstage, and he moved
to one side, seeking the shadows. He knew that seemed melodramatic,
but he'd never been completely comfortable right out in the open. He
watched carefully as dancers and their friends moved by, looking for
the one who had caught his attention. He'd nearly given up when he saw
her, making her way down the corridor by herself, in slim dark trousers,
a white collared shirt and a dark crimson jacket. He stepped in front
of her, startling her. She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide, and
a faint blush on her cheeks. "I
admire your dancing," he said charmingly, bestowing a smile upon
the young woman. She lost part of her startled look, and visibly relaxed.
"Why thank you," she said, her blush deepening. "Might
I know your name?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. "I'm
Dave, but everyone calls me Percy." "Jennifer,"
she said shyly, taking his hand. "Jennifer,"
Percy began, "I know this might sound forward, but would you care
to have a drink with me?" Jennifer
paused, her hand still in his. It wasn't like her to go out with strange
men, even ones as charming as this Percy seemed to be, but her friends
were always telling her that she needed to get out more, take some risks
once in awhile. She was afraid that they thought she was a tremendous
bore, never wanting to do anything fun. "That
sounds lovely," she said. He tucked her arm in his, and guided
her from the theatre. He was pleased to have convinced her so easily,
and his mind wandered to the possibilities ahead.
He decided not to take her to Valve, or Prosthesis, wanting to stay
away from his usual haunts. Though he knew that he could easily get
away with anything there, he sometimes preferred to take his pleasures
away from those who knew him most. He took her to small club, elegantly
done in a minimalist style of brushed steel and blue accents. They sat
at a small table, a candle flickering in a cut-glass holder. It cast
soft shadows on their faces. She ordered a cranberry and soda, apparently
unwilling to spend his money. He ordered himself a martini, then ordered
a cosmopolitan for her. "Come
now my dear," he said. "Have a drink with me, I think you'll
enjoy it. It's a bit like cranberry and soda, just better." Jennifer
smiled at him, and obediently took a sip of the cosmopolitan. He smiled. "I'm
sorry," she said, "I'm just not used to being out... with
a man, that is. I don't get out much." "Really?"
Percy put on a surprised face. "I would have thought that a lovely
woman such as yourself would be out often." Jennifer gave him an
amused smile, as if she knew what he was trying to do. "That's
very kind of you," she said, "but I've never really been the
party-girl type." Percy paused, realizing that he was treading
on sensitive ground. He didn't want to rile her, at least not until
he had her under his thumb. He took a sip of his martini, biding his
time for a few moments. "You
do seem much more responsible than most," he commented casually.
"But then, you must be, to have such dedication to your art. I
really admire your talent, and the hard work it must have taken to get
you to where you are now."
Jennifer couldn't help but blush at his comments, assisted by the alcohol
that warmed her body. "Thank
you," she replied. "Are you an artist, Percy?" "Actually,
I'm a singer," he replied. "Amongst other things. But the
other things only really keep me solvent... the singing doesn't pay
much, I'm afraid. Though I did get a talent agent, and perhaps things
will start to happen." "That
would be wonderful," Jennifer gushed. Percy smiled, and clinked
his glass against hers. "I
can only hope that I will be half as successfulyou\you've been - the
National Ballet, at such a young age!" he remarked. She took another
sip of her drink. "Sometimes
I wonder if it is worth it," she said, her eyes suddenly downcast.
Her slender fingers fiddled with the stem of her martini glass. Percy
immediately schooled his features into a look of concern. "Why
is that?" he asked, his voice seductively soft. "You could
have the world in the palm of your hand." "It's
lonely," she said quietly, her eyes flicking upwards to meet his
, th, then dropping to her glass again. She resolutely took another
swallow of the liquor, enjoying the way it felt as its warmth slid down
her thro/fon/font> "It
is hard," Percy agreed. "Sometimes I feel lonely - but not
as much as you, I suspect." He finished his martini, and set the
glass on the table. Jennifer looked at her drink, then mimicked Percy
and finished it off in one last swallow. "Another?"
Percy suggested. "Please."
Percy signaled their waiter, who swiftly brought another round of drinks. "Be
careful," Percy cautioned her craftily. "Those are rather
strong." Jennifer smirked. "I
think that's just what I need," she replied. "A few drinks
to forget all my problems." She paused, and looked at him. "I
hope you don't mind," she said, realizing how bitter and cynical
she'd just sounded. "Not
at all," Percy said. "The climb to the top is a hard one,
and sometimes daunting, but those who make it to the top are to be admired."
He raised his glass for a toast, and she clinked hers against it. "To
the determined," she said, draining a third of the drink away.
Percy kept his expression neutral, but inside he was pleased. He matched
her drink, knowing that he could handle far more alcohol than she could.
She was so obviously an amateur, it nearly made him smile. "Perhaps
I should introduce you to my talent agent," he suggested. "I'm
sure you could make a name for yourself. You're young, beautiful, obviously
talented..." he trailed off, meeting her gaze. She was slightly
less shy than before, and met his gaze for a few moments longer, her
eyes searching his, hoping that he was genuine. Used to this sort of
attention, Percy relaxed, and so did she. "No
one's ever been so kind to me," she said, moving her glass around
in her hands. Her mood, so determined only a moment ago, was turning
melancholy. Percy sighed inwardly. The last thing he wanted was to have
to spend his night comforting her. "Come
now," he said. "No more unhappy thoughts." He heard the
music change to a song he knew. "How about a dance?&quhe she suggested,
rising to his feet and holding out a hand to her. She smiled, and rose,
placing her hand in his. He led her to the dance floor, one hand on
the small of her back as they moved into place with the other couples.
He
knew that the Theme from a Summer Place wasn't the most ideal of songs,
but it would do for his purposes. As the song wore on, and the alcohol
settled in her body, Percy moved ever so slowly closer to her, until
she was resting her head on his shoulder, their bodies molded to each
other. He'd not expected it to go so easily. He stifled a smirk, instead
choosing to stroke her back smoothly. He heard her murmur contentedly.
One song drifted into another, and they danced until Percy was nearly
bored. But he kept up his kind and concerned facade. "Should
we go?" he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'm afraid
it is getting rather late." Jennifer looked up at him, her cheeks
flushed and warm. "I
don't want to go home," she said, a determined sound to her voice.
She could hardly believe she was being so bold, but dancing so close
to a man had made her a bit reckless. She was tired of going home to
bed alone every night, and she remembered yet again her friends mocking
her for her sensible ways. Percy smiled down at her, and offered her
his arm, escorting her from the club. His body was tense with his concealed
intentions, and he actually had to make an effort to contain himself.
He doubted she had any idea of what she was getting herself into, and
that was just the way he preferred it. It had been too long since he'd
had a bit of fun with a truly attractive young woman - or held her life
in his hands. "I
thought you weren't a party girl," Percy said teasingly as they
walked to his car, a black Mercedes sedan. She looked up at him a bit
nervously, and he cursed himself inwardly for letting some of his eagerness
show. "Perhaps
I should go home," she said, slowing her pace. "Come
now, you'll be fine," Percy reassured her. They reached the car,
and he opened the passenger side door. Jennifer swallowed, and banished
the niggling thoughts in the back of her mind. Percy closed the door
after she was seated, then moved around to the driver's side, slipping
in gracefully. In moments they were driving away from the club, and
closer to his apartment. As they stopped at a traffic light, Percy leaned
over and nuzzled her neck, sweeping his tongue along the edge of her
ear, making her shiver with arousal. She turned to him, and caught his
lips with her own, sneaking a kiss before he had to pay attention to
the road once more. His hand slipped off the gearshift to run along
her thigh momenly. ly. He lifted his hand, but she grasped it before
he could move too far, holding his hand in both of hers. He gave her
a rakish grin.
Once they reached his apartment - one of several that he kept in the
City - he swept her along, not giving her a chance to object. He brought
her into the small parlour, its walls in a dark burgundy, with a black
leather sofa. Two elegant wing chairs framed the gas fireplace, which
flickered comfortingly. "Shall
I get you a drink?" he inquired. She nodded, and he moved into
the kitchen, leaving her to peruse the room. He took a bottle of wine
from the rack, a smooth Wolfblass merlot, one of his favourites. He
decanted half of the wine into a cut-crystal pitcher. He turned and
took a small bag from his inner jacket pocket. He tapped some of the
white powder within onto the counter, and cut it into two small lines
with a sharp razor blade. Rolling up a £50-note, he snorted the
two lines, closing his eyes as the drug took effect. He tucked the baggie
into a drawer, and was about to close it when he noticed another baggie,
one that he'd forgotten about.
He picked up the baggie, holding it in his hand as he considered the
implications. With a glint of cruelty in his eyes, he poured a glass
of wine for himself, then dumped the contents of the small baggie into
the pitcher. He stirred the wine with a spoon, then brought it and another
glass out to Jennifer with his own. "I
thought you might like a change from the cosmopolitans," he said,
pouring her a glass. "Wine is much kinder to the digestion." "Thank
you," she said, taking a sip. "I'm impressed with your home.
It is so... elegant." Percy smiled. "I
don't get much company," he said. "At least, none as lovely
as you." The compliments pouref hif his tongue with ease. He sat
down next to her on the sofa, one arm across the back behind her head.
She shifted closer to his warmth, still sipping her wine. Percy smiled
down at her, a self-satisfied sort of smile. Not sensing anything amiss,
she smiled back up at him, her lips parting in obvious invitation. |
