Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-One: Viva Los Campos Part Two

Chapter 131

Viva Los Campos Part Two

Jordi sat in the Sunset Peak cocktail bar in the Megalos Tower. He sat at a table, lost in thought as he smoked a cigarette. He wore his usual black suit and waited for the private jet to commence takeoff. He wished it would take off sooner when he saw Craig marching towards him with a wide grin spread across his face.

Craig: “Fancy meetin’ a hottie here!”

He winked at him. The waitress came and brought Jordi a purple haze martini.

Waitress: “Here ya go, sweet face!”

She sang and left.

Jordi: “Salud.”

He raised his glass and took a sip.

Jordi: “I bet. It’s a cocktail bar and hotties tend to flock here.”

He said dryly. Craig laughed like a juvenile school boy when he said “cocktail.”

Craig: “Yeah, well, I put the cock in cocktail!”

He winked at him. Jordi laughed bitterly.

Jordi: “That line is from American Pizza. It didn’t really work in that movie… It works less in real life.”

He said wryly. Craig pouted and furrowed his eyebrows.

Craig: “You got a boyfriend or somethin’?”

He asked him. Jordi shook his head.

Jordi: “No, at this moment, I have neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend.”

He sighed and stared into his drink.

Craig: “Wanna fix that?”

He smirked at him, placing his arm around him. Jordi froze and glared at Craig. Electricity coursed through Jordi, shocking Craig off him. Craig jolted with a harrowing scream as he felt the electric spark through his body.

Craig: “YAAAAARGHH!”

He wailed and fell to the floor, flopping like a fish.

Jordi: “No, I don’t want to fix it, and I don’t want to get with you. The way you treated Fabien stunk, and I will not betray him nor take on your mess.”

He spat. Craig twitched on the floor, drooling, too paralysed to move.

Jordi withdrew his wallet and placed the cash on the table to pay for his drink.

Jordi: “I hope never to see you again.”

He spat and walked out of the cocktail bar. Craig twitched on the floor. All he could do was watch his ass as he walked away.

~

Lazaros and Ashley made a huge dinner and dessert for Celeste, Jaxon, Tristan, and Deimos at Deimos’ place. They prepared hamburgers, chicken burgers, Professor Pepper ribs, and chicken pasta salad. Ashley made pineapple squares, death by chocolate fudge, turtle cheesecake, and peach cobbler.

They were all eating out on the backyard patio and watching TV. Celeste and Tristan had the pineapple iced tea that Lazaros made, whereas Jaxon and Deimos drank beer.

Lazaros: “So Ashley has been given an award for raising funds to help homeless cats by donating the sales from their baked goodies!”

He rubbed his hands together. Lazaros wore a purple sequin suit with a tophat. Ashley smiled up at Lazaros, dressed in an orange paisley suit.

Deimos: “That’s great and all, but why the celebration? Lots of people do that!”

He rolled his eyes and bit into his chicken burger. Ashley smiled.

Ashley: “I’m glad lots of people do that!”

Lazaros: “Because Ashley is gonna be on TV!”

He grinned. Ashley smiled nervously.

Deimos: “So? Jaxon’s tickling videos get more exposure.”

Jaxon glared at Deimos.

Jaxon: “Stop talking.”

He huffed.

Ashley: “Oh, that’s so cool! You’re a tickle star!”

They beamed.

Celeste: “Sometimes I wonder who is more ticklish, Jaxon or Tristan.”

Tristan froze. Jaxon groaned.

Jaxon: “Babe, don’t!”

He whined and waved his hand at her.

Ashley: “Oh, why don’t you just tickle them both at the same time to find the answer?”

They tilted their head.

Celeste: “That’s a GREAT idea, Ashley!”

She rose from her seat. Tristan and Jaxon froze.

Just then, the segment started. Instead of Ashley being presented with an award, it was Maxx in a neon yellow mankini and elongated pink boots. Repetitive guitar riffs kicked in with soulless drum loops. Maxx thrust his hips. Deimos, Tristan, Celeste, and Jaxon gaped at it, with Jaxon glaring hatefully at Maxx. Lazaros raised an eyebrow. Ashley frowned.

Ashley: “I… don’t think he’s here to help cats!”

Maxx: “OOOOHHHHWWWHHHH!! CUM ON!”

Maxx started singing “Fatley eats da world” over and over, shaking his bony ass, superimposed over a video of Ashley eating, with Lazaros watching them and grinning in the back. Lazaros’ jaw dropped, and Ashley knit their eyebrows.

Ashley: “Those are our private moments!”

They gasped.

Deimos: “Hardly. Lazaros made us watch those live.”

He said dryly.

It showed a video of Ashley eating an entire cooked duck with Lazaros grinning and blushing. Lazaros crashed to the ground, crying and pounding his fists.

Lazaros: “NOOOOOOOOO!!! HOW COULD HE DO THIS?! HOW DID HE GET HIS HANDS ON THOSE?! THEY WERE SACRED MOMENTS OF LOVE!”

He bawled. Ashley knit their eyebrows and knelt to Lazaros, tenderly wrapping their arms around him.

Ashley: “I’m sorry, Laz!”

They sighed.

Celeste: “I don’t get it. We saw these live and in person, except for the goose.”

She scratched her head.

Jaxon: “Maybe someone gave your private videos to that clown.”

He suggested.

Lazaros: “Well, it wasn’t Ashley OR me!”

He cried. Ashley held Lazaros close to their chest and stroked his hair.

Tristan: “No one said it was, Lazaros.”

Ashley: “Who would do that?”

When the video ended, Blair was on the screen. Jaxon glared at the screen with hatred. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “I think we have our answer.”

Ashley twisted their mouth, looking hurt, but unsurprised.

Blair: “I had someone take a video from Lazaros so I could donate it to Maxx. Maxx knows what it’s like to be rejected by that fat pig! Ashley betrayed him too, and now the world sees Lazaros is objecting them.”

He said loftily to the interviewer.

Jaxon: “I always knew he was a piece of shit but didn’t think he was that dumb to believe Ashley would date that clown. And now he’s helping him.”

He scoffed. Ashley huddled themself, looking disgusted.

Ashley: “H-How could he do that? Break into our home and take our private moments? I didn’t want to date Maxx or him, and now I’m being punished?”

They cried.

Tristan: “Ashley, don’t beat yourself up about this. No one is laughing at you; people are laughing at Maxx and Blair.”

He reassured them. Ashley smiled a bit, feeling reassured.

Lazaros: “HE TOOK OUR ARTISTIC ROMANTIC VIDEOS AND RAN THEM THROUGH THE MUD! IT’S LIKE SMEARING DOG CRAP ON A MASTERPIECE!”

He bawled. Ashley knit their eyebrows and nodded, comforting Lazaros in their arms.

Tristan: “I agree with your analogy, Lazaros, but it’s not any different from that artwork he did for Maxx. No one is laughing at you or Ashley; it’s Blair and Maxx.”

Lazaros: “It’s NOT making this better!”

He cried.

Celeste: “But you made us watch it live.”

She drawled.

Lazaros: “Yes, I want my brother and his boyfriend and friends to witness the elegance of Ashley eating! But Maxx and Blair are mocking them and comparing the artistic way they eat to those disgusting videos Makayla made!”

He cried. Ashley reddened and shifted their eyes.

Ashley: “Haha, elegant and artistic?”

They blushed at Lazaros.

Celeste: “Oh, uh, Makayla had a pig robot named after you, Ashley. I supplexed it.”

Lazaros: “STOP TALKING!”

He wailed. Ashley’s smile faded.

Ashley: “...Wh-What? What robot pig?”

They gaped at her.

Celeste: “Oh, it was a giant robot pig that Makayla and Craig operated. It blew up Pink Top High School and killed lots of people. Anyway, Makayla named it ‘Brashley’ after you and called you a pig, pigface pothole, and stuff like that.”

She explained. Tristan sighed and nodded in confirmation.

Tristan: “Yes, we were up against that monstrosity.”

Ashley’s heart sank.

Ashley: “...Sh-She made you fight that thing and it killed people?!”

They buried their face in their hands.

Ashley: “She’s even worse than Maxx AND Blair!”

They cried. Lazaros rose and held Ashley close.

Celeste: “Yeah, it was out of ‘love’, right?”

She asked wryly.

Ashley: “That’s not love… that’s horrible!”

They bowed their head.

Ashley: “I don’t love her and I don’t love Blair and I don’t love Maxx, and I never will! I love Lazaros!”

They cried, wrapping their arms around Lazaros. Lazaros smiled and held them close.

Lazaros: “And I love you, too!”

Someone landed in the backyard and startled everyone. It was Percy. Jaxon and Tristan glared at him.

Jaxon: “What do you want, Percy?”

He huffed.

Percy: “Hello, my Pepper Prince… and Ice Prince! Both of my lovelies are looking handsome as ever!”

He greeted Tristan and Jaxon. Tristan rolled his eyes. Ashley observed them and understood their ordeal with unwanted admirers.

Percy: “And you too, Miss Piggy and Kermit!”

He nodded to Lazaros and Ashley.

Ashley: “Uhh, thanks, I think? Haha!”

They tilted their head.

Percy: “I hate to crash your dinner party where you all witness Miss Piggy dine in elegance, but have any of you seen Trevor?”

He wrung his hands.

Celeste: “Well, Hector commissioned him to make a bed for Jaclyn. I was supposed to saw the wood, but he wasn’t around. I thought he was with you or buying some Locking Logs set.”

She drawled.

Jaxon: “No, I don’t want to be near that creepy weirdo!”

He put his hands up.

Deimos: “He likely teleported to another dimension where he can look at asses all day with no reprucussions and doesn’t want to come back. Or he’s in another dimension being eaten by plant dog hybrids. If so, I hope he never comes back.”

He growled.

Tristan: “Well, as much as I agree, he is useful sometimes.”

He said with strain.

Percy: “I spoke with that dark clown musician, or maybe he wants to be a mime. Nevertheless, he stated Trevor didn’t show up to work today.”

Tristan: “I’m surprised Larry noticed Trevor didn’t show up to work.”

He said dryly.

Percy: “Yes, my ice prince, you knew who I meant!”

Tristan: “There is only one person around here with a dark clown persona. It’s not hard to figure out.”

He said in a deadpan tone.

~

A burger bar called Betty’s Burgers opened in Megalos Tower. It had brick walls, wooden tables and chairs, and an oak bar. When Fabien entered, Jordi was sitting at the table, having a cigarette. He wore a white Bart Simpson shirt, jeans, a green plaid shirt left open, and flip-flops. Jordi rose, and the two hugged before they sat down.

Jordi: “Thanks for joining me, Fabien! It’s nice to see you!”

Fabien looked at the menu.

Fabien: “Yeah, I haven’t had enough time to meet up because Craig kept me on a short leash, but now that he’s gone, here I am!”

He spread his arms out.

Fabien: “How is the new job? I miss working with you at Danny Donger’s. Do you miss it there?”

Jordi nodded and wagged his head.

Jordi: “I miss working there, but the pay wasn’t enough for what I needed. While I don’t care for this job, the pay was more than enough to buy my house, a nice car instead of that old junker, and my grandfather’s medical bills and live-in caregiver.”

He explained as he read the menu.

Fabien: “Why don’t you put him in a home?”

Jordi gaped at him.

Jordi: “Because he’s my grandfather and I don’t want to do that. I think that’s terrible. I know he has a temper and can be a handful, but I want him home… I want to make his numbered days happy… as much as I can, and if my grandmother returns, I’d like to see them reunited.”

He explained and knit his eyebrows.

Jordi: “My grandparents raised me after my mother died from a drug overdose. Okay, so she didn’t really raise me, and we were never close, but still.”

He explained with strain. Fabien gazed at him.

Fabien: “Just… think of yourself once in a while. I did this with Craig and paid for it. It’s okay to be selfish every now and then.”

Jordi stared down at his lap. He didn’t want to tell Fabien this was nothing like him and Craig or debate the topic.

Fabien: “The food here is pricy!”

He laughed.

Jordi: “It’s my treat!”

He smiled.

Fabien: “It better be! You’re the one with the salary to afford it. Fourteen dollars for a burger is a bit much.”

He laughed again. Jordi nodded.

Jordi: “This tower’s bars, shops, and restaurants are expensive. I would have asked you to dinner in an eatery downtown, but I don’t know when my boss will come to tell me our flight is taking off, and I want to be near.”

He explained.

Fabien: “Where are you headed?”

Jordi drew a long breath.

Jordi: “Los Campos!”

Fabien smiled.

Fabien: “Nice! I would love to go there someday.”

He leaned his head into his hand.

Jordi: “I’d love to go with a lover, not on a business trip.”

He confessed.

A gruff voice interjected.

Craig: “Lover, ey? That can happen!”

He grinned, leaning over their table, giving Fabien the side-eye. Fabien gaped at Craig. Jordi glowered at him.

Jordi: “Yes, but he won’t be you!”

He snapped.

Jordi: “You have come onto me several times, and I turned you down on all of those, but what’s one more time?”

He asked venomously.

Craig: “What are you two fucking now?”

He gaped at them both. Fabien rolled his eyes.

Jordi: “No, we’re just friends, Craig. I believe Fabien wants a dom, and I want one, too. Anyway, Fabien is not my type for a romantic partner.”

He explained.

Craig: “Ah, a dom ey? Well, lucky you’re sittin’ with one right now!”

He grinned and winked at them.

Fabien: “I am not looking for anyone right now, thanks to you.”

He spat. Craig pouted.

Fabien: “I would take Jaxon if my stray weren’t with him.”

He smirked. Craig’s fury soared.

Craig: “YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THAT GLITTER COCK!”

He snapped.

Fabien rose.

Fabien: “Why, Craig? His sex was AMAZING! I returned for seconds because you couldn’t please me in bed.”

He grinned. Jordi rubbed his temples. He always hated it when Fabien did this stuff, which annoyed him. Craig’s right eye twitched, and he pounded the table with his fists.

Craig: “YEAH, WELL! You came back to ME ‘n he didn’t want ya!”

He fired back.

Fabien: “I felt sorry for you! Biggest mistake ever!”

He laughed.

Craig: “Bullshit! I was the hottest thing you had!”

He pouted.

Fabien: “Nah, that would be Axion Jaxon!”

He countered. Craig flared red with fury.

Craig: “Ohhh, I’ll give him some action!”

He cracked his knuckles.

Craig: “With my fist!”

He snapped.

Fabien: “Sure, after he kicked your ass every time.”

He laughed at him. Craig bared his teeth at him.

Craig: “NO, HE DIDN’T!”

He whined.

Jordi rose and grabbed Craig, sending shockwaves through him. Craig yelped as his body was stabbed and shocked with lightning piercing his fishy insides.

Craig: “ARGHHHHH!”

He collapsed and flopped onto the ground, twitching.

Minerva showed up. She wore a blue blazer, black pencil skirt, black nylons, heels, and a blue derby hat.

Minerva: “There you are, Jordi. Our jet is ready for take-off.”

She stated. Jordi nodded and turned to Fabien.

Jordi: “I’m sorry about this. I will make it up to you.”

Fabien put his hands up.

Fabien: “You don’t have to make it up to me! Have fun!”

He smiled.

Jordi: “Sure.”

I’ll try, he thought.

Jordi: “See you soon, Fabien.”

They hugged briefly, and Jordi left the bar to follow Minerva. Craig watched them go, checking out his ass.

Fabien sat down.

Fabien: “I will order and put it on your tab, Craig.”

Hr smirked and blew him a raspberry. Craig twitched and pouted, unable to move.

Fabien: “I will order for the entire bar!”

He announced. The whole bar cheered.

Man: “Thanks, buddy!”

He called out to Craig.

Fabien: “And it’s all on your tab, Craigy-kins!”

He laughed at him. Craig struggled to grit his teeth and glared at him.

~

Jordi met Minerva, Alfie, Ichiro, and Robin at the landing pad on top of the tower. Alfie broke out in a massive sweat, carrying all the luggage. Robin wore a black form-fitting dress with a sweetheart neckline, a black floppy hat, sunglasses, and high-heeled sandals.

Robin: “And who is this?”

Ichiro: “My co-worker, Dr. Minerva Marzilli, her assistant, Alfie, and her lackey, Jordi. If you want any of them, have them.”

He huffed. Robin smirked.

Robin: “I don’t, darling. If you’re testing my loyalty to you, I passed.”

She kissed his cheek. Ichiro glared at her with a burning hatred. Jordi cupped his mouth to stifle a laugh.

When they boarded the private jet, Alfie flipped the channels and stopped on a news report about Hiroto Tachibana being involved in a scandal. Ichiro clutched onto the armrests tightly.

Ichiro: “Change the channel, idiot!”

He rasped through clenched teeth. Alfie’s sweaty hands struggled with the remote control as his anxiety soared. Robin slapped it out of his hands and smirked.

Robin: “Why? We want to see the latest scandal involving your father, my darling!”

The veins on Ichiro’s forehead bulged as his ire soared through the roof.

The news showed Hiroto covering his face as the press pushed microphones, asking him about his dinner date with Vanessa. They showed photos on screen of Vanessa and Hiroto dining together and audio of Hiroto calling Vanessa his Italian pet, saying he wants to eat her pussy, and Vanessa calling him “Daddy.”

Ichiro wanted nothing but to crawl into a hole and die. When he heard the newscaster say, “And this is a good chance to tell you the video of Hiroto’s sons, Ichiro and Jiro, being tickled for ransom is on sale for twelve dollars on Fu’s Feet Links,” he wanted nothing more than to rip his father’s face off and kill Percy brutally.

Jordi looked away to hide that he was laughing at this. Minerva raised an eyebrow at the video. This I never knew, she thought.

~

Trevor paced in a large golden birdcage in a room with black and gold marble walls and floors. Several men in suits and shades stood around watching him. Trevor wore nothing but his white briefs, and a large brown stain was on his butt.

Trevor: “If you guys won’t let me look at hot guy ass, can you get me some Voyage Burger or something? I want a Destrukto Meal and Odin Rings!”

He demanded. He tried to teleport but was shocked and fell to the floor, convulsing.

Man in suit: “Listen, tubby, do you think we LIKE looking at you pacing around in your dirty crapped briefs?! NO!”

He roared.

The doors slid open, and a tall, white man with white blond hair and a bodybuilder physique entered. He wore a pale gray suit, a black button-up shirt with the buttons undone to expose a gold chain with a wolf pendant, and black loafers. The men in the room stood turgid with fear upon his entrance. He locked his ice gray eyes on Trevor.

Tall Man: “Are you Percy’s little teleporter?”

He asked in a thick Russian accent. Trevor gulped and nodded sheepishly.

Trevor: “Are you the guy who kidnapped me?”

Tall Man: “No, I am not Dieuseul. I am Boris Volkov.”

He said icily. Boris turned to the other men.

Boris: “Get the camera ready.”

He ordered. The man in the suit vigorously nodded and rushed to set up the video camera on a tripod. Boris folded his arms in front of his chest and glared at Trevor.

Boris: “When it films, say something to Percy. You understand?”

Trevor nodded.

Trevor: “Y-Yes, sir!”

Boris nodded to the man in the suit to turn on the camera and press record. He swallowed hard and did so. Boris glared at Trevor. Trevor blinked and looked at the camera.

Trevor: “Percy, it’s me, Trevor! You… You gotta get me out of here! The food sucks! I was asking for Voyage Burger all day, and no one is giving me that!”

He stomped his feet. Boris glared at the man in the suit and nodded. He pointed to himself. Boris narrowed his eyes. The man in the suit gulped and stood in front of the camera.

Man in suit: “Percy, ‘Les Araignées d’Or’ has your teleporter. If you want him back, you have to grant Dieuseul his territory in Pink Top City.”

He stammered and swung his eyes to Boris, who nodded. The man shut the camera off, and Boris grabbed the tape from it.

Man in suit: “I-I’m s-so sorry, sir!”

He stammered.

Boris: “It’ll do.”

He said tersely and marched out of the room. The men in suits sank to the floor in relief.

Trevor swerved his head.

Trevor: “Is that guy really, really scary or something?”

He asked. The man in the suit rose and banged on Trevor’s cage. Trevor jumped.

Man in suit: “We went up against many adversaries, and this is how we react! What was your first thought, idiot?!”

He bellowed.

Trevor: “Uh, you’re all mad because you didn’t have Voyage Burger?”

He shrugged. The man banged on the cage again.

~

The Megalos private jet landed in Los Campos, often called "The Entertainment Capital of the World." This vibrant and unique metropolis is renowned for its concentration of luxurious casino hotels, spectacular entertainment, and a culture centered around immediate gratification.

Minerva stepped out of the jet, followed by Robin, Ichiro, Jordi, and Alfie, who was carrying all the luggage.

The skyline was spreading with towering, glitzy skyscrapers, each representing the city's many different aspects.

Los Campos is a city of superlatives and contrasts—a glittering oasis of entertainment and excess in the middle of a desert, constantly reinventing itself while maintaining its unique identity as a global playground.

A white limousine pulled up, and a chauffeur stepped out, grinning at Minerva. He held the door open for her.

Chauffeur: “Hello, Dr. Marzilli, you look lovely today!”

He stammered. Minera clicked her tongue and stepped into the limo. Robin followed, with Ichiro, Jordi, and Alfie following, trying to get all the luggage in.

As the limo drove through the city, Jordi noticed how glitzy everything was and how many nightclubs there were. It was bustling with entertainment.

The limo drove them toward a thirty-story building with gold lights on the roof's trim. In the center of the hotel, on the gable roof, was “King Spire’s Palace.” The taxi drove them toward the hotel. In front of the entrance was a long fountain with spouts in a row. On each side of the fountain were several shrubs, conical trees, bushes, and portrait statues of black men.

The limo parked in front. They entered a large lobby with marble flooring that had shiny gold designs. Between the white columns, there were Renaissance paintings of a black man in a golden robe, a golden crown adorned with several jewels, and cherubs. The ceiling had columns with gold dome chandeliers. In the center of the lobby was a fountain with statuettes of moon people kneeling at it, with a statue of the King Spire in the center. Above the fountain was a large dome ceiling.

They approached the black and gold marble desk, which had “Lobby” in gold letters above it. The lobby staff wore black bellhop uniforms.

Minerva: “Alfie, what are you waiting for?”

She said impatiently, tapping her foot. Alfie gulped and nodded.

Receptionist: “Hello, sir, welcome to King Spire’s Palace. How can I help you?”

He said robotically.

Alfie: “Afternoon, sir. We’re checking in. The reservation is under ‘Megalos’.”

He stammered.

Receptionist: “I see you have several rooms booked here! You have the ‘Palace Premium Suite’—”

Minerva: “That’s for me. When Jiro arrives, I will have fun with my special little boy toy.”

She chuckled. Ichiro rolled his eyes. Robin gaped at her. What do people see in that lazy rockstar wannabe? She wondered.

The receptionist cleared his throat.

Receptionist: “And the ‘Spire Fountain View Suite’—”

Robin: “That would be mine and Ichiro’s. I made sure to have one bed so we could share. We are lovers after all.”

She sang and rested her hands on his chest. Ichiro forced a smile. After this, she’s dead, he thought.

Ichiro: “Y-Yes, darling…”

He said through a strained smile.

Receptionist: “And we have the ‘Spire Pool View Deluxe Room’....”

Minerva: “That’s yours, Jordi. You don’t need a suite.”

She said tersely. Jordi drew a long breath.

Receptionist: “Lastly, we have… the laundry room. Set up a bed in a laundry room.”

The receptionist blinked.

Minerva: “That’s yours, Alfie.”

She said icily. Alfie swallowed hard.

Alfie: “Y-Yes, Minerva.”

He slid the corporate credit card to pay for the hotel rooms. The receptionist took the card, put the number in, and slid it back to Alfie with a smile.

~

In a grand luxury office, someone sat in a black leather executive chair facing the sparkling, glitzy cityscape of Los Campos through the large windows that covered the back of the office. The walls and floors were black marble with gold. In the center of the office hung a grand crystal chandelier. In the center of the floor was a gold silhouette of a spider. The long marble desk was with a computer, printer, fax machine, and telephone. On each side of the desk were taxidermies of polar bears.

On the left of the room was a large painted portrait of a black man donned in a gold robe, crown, and several pieces of jewelry, holding a golden chalice. To the right were golden statues of the same man with heavy doors leading to a cash vault.

Stepping through the large golden double doors was Boris. He approached the desk with a dark hand holding a cigar with billowing smoke.

Boris: “The video has been sent via express. He should get it tomorrow.”

He said sternly. The man sitting in the chair chuckled.