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Damn Regret	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of RJA, and I do not profit from these writings.

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A/N: Okay, so this is my response to a challenge issued to me by friends. We challenged each other to try and expand our talents as writers in our off-month of school. So here's the challenge that I received, along with the first chapter of my story. Read and review, whichever way you feel towards the story.

~ Must be about The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
~ Must have at least ten chapters
~ No more than three deaths
~ Cannot kill yourself
~ Preternatural story
~ No crossovers
~ No happy ending
~ Must write from first person POV
~ Must being on top of the Empire State Building
~ No fluff
~ Must kill Jon
~ Must take place in the 1980's
~ Must contain at least one hooker as a predominant character

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Why was I up here? To tell you the truth, I really didn’t know. I’m not even fond of heights. But it was probably all because of my roommate, Addie. Adelaide Marie Dupont. Fancy name, huh? Well, that’s because Addie’s parents are French. The hoity-toity, nose in the air kind. But Addie? Far from it. After all, look at me.

I suppose I should probably introduce myself first. I’m just plain Stella Gretchen Ackerman, but please refrain from using the middle name. It’s a sort of family name. Or curse, really. Every female in my mother’s side of the family is named Gretchen, either middle name or first. Aunt Gretchen, Grammie Gretchen, even my evil cousin Gretchen. So I’m Stella. But even that name has something behind it. A movie that my mom watched as a teenager and fell in love with. Yes, I’m named after that movie, and believe me, I’ve heard my share of jokes about it over the years.

But regardless of my name, I was up here (against my will, mind you) at the top of the fucking Empire State Building. Addie had promised that her new beau would have a john for me. And before you go and start to judge me because of my job, let me explain a little. First off, I moved here because I’m an actress. Of course normal people know that New York City is stock full of fledgling actors, and any smart person would o course try somewhere else long before the Big Apple. And don’t let that trick you into thinking I’m less than smart either. There’s a story there too.

I grew up in a small town, from the South, actually. Stereotypical small Southern town. But after an accident that killed my father, we moved into the city. My mom had been having an affair with a big city lawyer turned politician for years. And well, after there wasn’t anything keeping them from tying the knot, they did. And we packed up and moved off towards the big city. Of course life as the daughter of a senatorial candidate has its perks, the fancy posh lifestyle, the money, the fame. But there are the downsides as well. Like the scrutiny and rules that are constantly being hounded on you. That’s what brought on the reasoning for me being in New York City.

Allen Freemont was not a particularly clean politician. I can say this because I know how he gained so much support within the short amount of time that he did. How? Because it was me. Allen Freemont is not only a dirty politician but a rotten man in general. Not only was he involved with my mother while she was still married, but he was also harassing me. Of course I always resisted. After all, at thirteen I was still a good little innocent girl. But of course then came the accident and within a year I was the stepdaughter of the dirty scoundrel.

If the Bible says “Honor thy father and mother”, then I wish that Moses had known Allen Freemont. Because the man was a horror. Being a little naïve was my problem I guess. But hindsight’s always 20-20, right? Long story short, by my fourteenth birthday I wasn’t so innocent after all. For a while it was okay. Every once in a while he would expect a service or two, and I pretty much was able to do as I please.

By my sixteenth birthday, Allen Freemont was mayor and running for state senator, the next level on his path to the White House, as I’m sure that’s where he’s heading. But during his senate campaign was when his popularity skyrocketed. And that was because the bastard started selling me out. After all, if I was servicing him regularly enough, why not add a few others for him to profit from, right? Well, that was obviously not a happy conversation. But several threats and a few broken bones later, he managed to get a form of acceptance out of me before walking off and leaving me strategically placed at the bottom of the staircase for the housekeeper, Rosa, to find me.

Of course Allen Freemont won the senate election, thanks to the support and money of several key investors. But then again, the evil man always seemed to have his way, no matter what.

Even though he won the election and didn’t really need to sell me out any more, I still found myself being threatened at every turn. To my friends I was just a normal (although very klutzy) girl. But of course that didn’t really matter much to what I would have to do at night. I made sure to keep myself separated from the night. Because who’s to know what might happen otherwise. I surely didn’t want to.

But luckily for me came a miraculous thing called graduation. To be honest, it wasn’t soon enough for me. Because as soon as I was able to get a horrid little apartment in New York City, I moved out of the hell hole that had been where I lived. I moved to the Big Apple with barely enough to survive for a week and a fake ID. The ID came from Addie’s less than reputable cousin, Duke Kitchens. The price? Just one night, thankfully. Don’t get me wrong, Duke’s a nice guy and all, but I’m not into the bestiality thing. And well, Duke likes to show off his wild side.

“Excuse me, miss. You seem to have dropped your scarf.”

I turned, knowing that the inevitable moment was here. Or more accurately, tonight’s first john (despite the fact that it was only the afternoon). A quick once-over showed a mid-twenties, dark haired and eyed, scruffy sort of guy. Appealing? Certainly. My type of john? Appearances said yes. Relationship material? Not really. Besides, I never date a john. Call it a professional guideline, but it’s just an unspoken sort of rule.

I noticed that he was holding out a scarf and remembered the small code that I had told Addie to pass along, and smiled. “Why thank you. Care to take a stroll?”

His nod sealed the deal. Good, this meant I could pay my light bill. I would have electricity again for the first time in a few months. Business had been slow for the past few months and a good john would be a relief, in quite a few ways. Besides, by the looks of things, this would be a fun one. Although hopefully it wasn’t padded up. Such a shame if I had to waste my good day on a waste of a prick.

“Shall we? I hear the park is lovely this time of year.” Whatever his name was must be a tourist. Meeting up here? A stroll in the park? Even his accent seemed a bit off. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? Besides, if he was a tourist then there couldn’t be any threat of a clingy sort of john.

As soon as we reached the exit, he offered me his hand. A bit of a strange gesture, but I took it anyways. For some strange reason, his hand was rather warm. Despite that it was the middle of winter and he had been wearing no gloves. Even through my own gloves, although they were of course threadbare, I could still feel the warmth of his hand. Perhaps he was just warm-natured, because I couldn’t afford to get sick. Especially not with rent due next week.

So now hand in hand we made our way steadily towards the park. “I’m Joey Westwood, by the way. I don’t know if that matters much to you or not, but I just thought you should know.”

I laughed and turned to glance up at his face. He had a kind voice, and at least from this angle, his eyes seemed to match. “You’re new at this, aren’t you?” The slightest of missteps gave it away. I couldn’t help but smile a little at the revelation. “Of course it’s nothing to be ashamed of, honestly. But you are at least not a virgin, right? Nothing against it if you are. Just that I’ve never been with a virgin really.”

I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to keep from laughing at the blush that covered his cheeks. Oh my. A newbie who just so happened to be a virgin? The first part I could probably handle. But a virgin? This night was going to be longer than I had thought.

“Elias made me promise that since he was paying, that I would do this. He said that it was an embarrassment to be my age and a virgin. So then, after Alyssa broke off the engagement, Elias was insistent. He said Addie knew a good whore to buy off for a quickie.” He stopped and glanced over with what looked like a contrite expression. “I’m sorry. I really meant no harm against you.”

“Honestly, it’s alright. I’ve gotten worse. But if this is really going anywhere, perhaps we should forego the park. I know this particular place.” I couldn’t help but stop and smile. “Stella Ackerman.”

The smile he gave in return was worth it. It seemed to brighten his face, which showed that he was rather handsome. Good, because ugly johns made my job much too hard. Although this one was going to be a long enough job anyways.

“Lovely to meet you. It’s a nice name. When you say it though you seem to have an accent. May I ask where it’s from?”

“The South. Seventeen years.” This was the most that I had talked with a john. What was I thinking? Giving out my name? And admitting I was from the south? Honestly, I really should keep my mouth shut before I get myself into a heap more trouble.

“Why look at this! Stella Hookerman. And who is this? A paying customer? Or one of the casting agents you used to get into the last play?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at the words and spun to suddenly be face-to-face with Ronnie Winter, asshole extraordinaire and amateur actor. Everyone knew that his father was rich enough that he didn’t have to worry with a professional asshole. How does he know someone like me? We were in the same acting class a few months ago. He’s been pissy ever since I landed the supporting role in a new workshop play that ran a month ago.

“Ronnie, shove it. What I do is absolutely none of your business. Besides, you’re still jealous over The Willows project.” I let go of Joey’s hand and shoved Ronnie’s chest. “So just make yourself scarce.”

Practically instantaneously Ronnie had grabbed my arms and I found myself pinned against his chest with his intense brown eyes staring down at me. “Don’t fuck with me, Stella. You will not win. I promise you that.” Almost as quickly as he had grabbed me, he tossed me backwards, landing flat on the sidewalk in a muddy puddle. Perfect my good dress already messed up. And I still had to get in at least another john tonight after the virgin.

As Ronnie walked past, he spit in my face, but moved quickly enough that I couldn’t get to him. “Damnit!” I pulled out the small napkin I kept in my purse as a handkerchief and wiped my face, still muttering before standing and trying to straighten out my short dress. The leggings would need a serious washing and the dress no doubt would as well. I really couldn’t spare the time tonight. Wouldn’t you know. On my good night I get a virgin and have my clothes covered in street muck.

I turned to notice that Joey was staring at me with a funny expression on his face. I absently pushed at my hair in its high ponytail before crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s the look for? You think it’s my fault the asshole attacked me? Or do you not want a dirty whore? Eh? I would prefer that you tell me now so that I can go about my business.”

When he didn’t reply, I turned and started off my own way. Within a few steps, I felt hands grab my shoulders and spin me around and before I could even really gain my bearings there were a pair of lips pressed against my own. A quick shove and I was back against the wall of some random shop and his hands were starting to make quick work of my clothes. Against the wall of a shop in some random strange alley wasn’t quite how I had imagined this job going, but then again, I’ve had worse. And who’s to say that he was a bit of a dirty sort of guy? Perhaps a dark mysterious dirty alleyway was perfect for him.

I pulled him farther into the alleyway, as I had already had a few run-ins with the police and was more than a little leery of another run-in. After all, at least the last time I was just cleaning up after a quick john. So to be caught in the very beginning of a job wouldn’t be the best of things. And thus I should keep him away from the street and any possibility of wandering eyes.

Luckily for things, I wasn’t wearing much in the line of clothes. The only real barrier was the tights leggings that I had on, and those were quickly enough disposed of. Soon enough the only thing that really kept them from going at it against the wall like a pair of simple beasts was his clothing. This would have to be my job as well, I’m sure. After all, what did a virgin really know about the actual act of sex?

Although as I reached for the buckle of his pants, I was met with bare skin. Hmm, interesting. Perhaps this guy wouldn’t be quite as tedious as it might seem. Quick enough strip for a virgin. Seems like this one might have been thwarted before. That would make things a bit more interesting, wouldn’t it? A virgin who knew what he was doing. That would certainly be refreshing.

Very quickly he was nearly naked and shoved me hard against the wall, causing my head to hit against the rock wall behind me. The force was clearly a bit exhilarating but was sure to cause a bit of a headache later. Although hopefully at least the little bit of anticipated pleasure and such would be able to forget about the headache for a little while at least. Perhaps I could run back to her apartment after this go and grab some medicine without losing too much time.

Quick enough I was shown just how un-virgin this particular john was. I turned and glanced up at his face and saw a flash of something that was a bit frightening. His eyes that were previously a warm and nice shade of brown were a bit darker and seemed to be almost black in shade. The shock of that was a bit less than the shock of suddenly being thrown back against the wall again as he suddenly shoved himself into the familiar waiting emptiness.

I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in suspicion. “You lied, didn’t you?”

He shrugged with a bit of a grin on his face that made him look rather sinister. “Yes, but what’s it to a whore if I lie or not? You’ll be getting your money just as soon as I’ve had my share of things. Now shut up and do your job, whore.” He slammed into me even farther. Damn, but he was a rough one. Of course a little roughness was always fun and intriguing, but this was a bit crazy. Clearly he must have been with a rather resilient person before, because a girl would either have to have been highly experienced or rather indestructible. Such a large guy and for him to be going so crazy and fierce would definitely have to have had a strong counterpart.

“My god, you’re going to kill me.” I barely was able to gasp the few words out between the battering ram-like assaults while being thrown back against the wall as well.

He clapped his hand across my cheek before I could think too much. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face closer to his and leaned over whispering in what was a highly menacing voice. “If you die, what does it matter? Filthy whore. Shut your mouth before I take your tongue out of your mouth, permanently.”

I couldn’t help but gasp in shock. What had I gotten myself into? My god, if I got out of this, I was going to kill Addie and her new beau. Because with the way things were seeming to go at the moment, I was seriously starting to have worst case scenarios flash through my mind. And none of them were particularly pretty ones either. My god, I really hoped that I lived to kill Addie and her new man. Because this was worse than sadistic, this was borderline psychotic.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on opinion) he soon wore himself out with the frantic speed and roughness of his exertion. So soon enough he pulled himself out and just stood there for a moment before leaning down and pulling up his pants and buckling them without even looking at me. Heaving a sigh, I merely leaned down and pulled up my own tights leggings.

He tossed a small folded set of bills at my feet and I couldn’t help but lean over to pick it up. As I did so, I felt a crack of something across the back of my head and then came the blackness. Right before I completely gave into the blackness, I hit the pavement and heard a sinister laugh. Then the blackness completely engulfed me without another thought.
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