Chapter Seventy-Three: Lamoris

Chapter 73

Lamoris

Robin stormed out of her living quarters still in her blue nightgown with a robe over it. She marched downstairs to the basement of her nightclub and kicked the door open where Darrel sat at his computer. She slapped him over the head with a newspaper. Darrel rubbed where she hit him. She slammed the newspaper on his keyboard, smashing his keys in.

Darrel: “Robin, darling, be careful with this! It’s a delicate machine!”

He whined.

She pointed her pointy forefinger at the front cover. It showed a picture of a young white man with his arms spread out. He had a tanned complexion, a diamond-shaped face, slicked-back purple hair, and ruby eyes. He wore a pink polo shirt, a blue sweater tied and draped around his neck, beige chinos, and brown loafers. The article said that 28-year-old Valentine Labarre opened up a new nightclub called, “Ecstasy.”

Robin: “I want this hellhole shut down now! He’s close to where my club is at! This is my pride and joy, Darrel!”

She stomped her feet.

Darrel: “All right, darling, let me order another Lamoris like I did last time! This one will tear up the place.”

He chuckled as his fingers flew over the keyboard.

Robin: “A ‘Lamoris’? Like that stupid balloon thing you ordered?!”

She snapped and slapped him over the head. Darrel winced and rubbed his head.

Darrel: “This one won’t be so silly, my love. Promise. This one is ‘Lupinest.’ ”

He looked up at her.

Robin: “It better not be! And if anyone asks, Percy sent this ‘Lamoris’ or whatever!”

She flipped her hair.

Darrel: “As you wish, ma chérie.”

He crooned. Robin glared at him indignantly. Why couldn’t Tristan speak to me like this? She wondered and sauntered upstairs.

~

Celeste stepped out of the shower in her basement apartment in Deimos’ house. She had a towel wrapped around her. Her cell phone rang. She went to her purse to pick it up.

Celeste: “Hello?”

Jaxon: “Hey, guess who?”

He purred.

Celeste: “Hey.”

She giggled.

Celeste: “What’s up?”

Jaxon: “I'm bored. Wanna go clubbing with me?”

He asked.

Celeste: “Sure, okay, what do you want to club? I think I have my nailbat somewhere around here.”

She looked through her closet for her homemade nail bat. Jaxon cackled with amusement.

Jaxon: “No, no! Not that kind of clubbing. You know, going to a sexy nightclub with sexy music together?”

He purred. Celeste grinned when she held up her nailbat.

Celeste: “OH, that clubbing! I was only in one nightclub before and it was boring, but maybe this time it won’t be!”

She peeled some scalp fragments from the bat and went to the toilet to drop it in.

Jaxon: “It won't be boring with me.”

He chuckled.

Jaxon: “Let's go to Ecstasy!”

He exclaimed.

Celeste: “Sure, when do you want to pick me up?”

She tossed her nailbat back into her closet.

Jaxon: “Ohh, you want me to pick you up? What's old man Deimos gonna think of that?”

He replied.

Celeste: “Deimos and Tristan are upstairs watching James Bond movies. Pick me up at the Papamos 7-Eleven.”

She instructed.

Jaxon: “See you there.”

Celeste: “Okay, see you!”

She hung up the phone and slid her towel off.

~

Celeste came upstairs wearing a sleeveless black velvet dress with a v-neckline, a studded belt around her waist, a spiked collar, black pantyhose, black thighboots with a rhinestone anklet on her left ankle, and a leather jacket with rhinestones on the lapels, pockets, and rhinestones in the shape of a star on the sleeves. She clutched her purse close so it wouldn’t make noise.

Deimos and Tristan were snuggling on the couch watching movies and eating popcorn. She stealthily moved and leaped out of the window in the laundry room and marched away from the house, hoping Lazaros wouldn’t see her. She saw Lazaros and Ashley on the back patio with Lazaros watching Ashley eat chicken fettuccine alfredo. Good, he won’t notice me, she thought as she hastily walked down the street.

~

She stood in front of Papamos 7-Eleven, waiting for Jaxon. There, she bought a package of PinkCat Menthol Slims. Jaxon’s car pulled up beside her.

Jaxon: “Hey there, lovely, lady!”

He purred.

Celeste: “Hehehehe, hello!”

She leaped into the passenger’s seat and grinned at him. He wore black and red ombre leather pants, a black snakeskin button-up shirt with the buttons undone to expose his dragon tattoo, and black chelsea boots.

Jaxon: “Hellooo!”

Celeste: “Hey! So what is this place?”

She asked as she put her hand on his, holding the stick shift.

Jaxon: “Ecstasy!”

He exclaimed with his own burst of ecstasy from her.

Jaxon: “It’s a new nightclub that opened up.”

Celeste: “Do you like doing this a lot? What do you do at them?”

She asked him.

Jaxon: “What do you mean, what do I do? I drink, dance, and party!”

He exclaimed.

Celeste: “Is that it?”

She asked and gaped at him dubiously.

Jaxon: “What do you mean is that it?!”

He laughed.

Celeste: “You don’t think that sounds… boring?”

She asked with strain.

Jaxon: “Boring?! Oh wow, you’ve never been clubbing before have you?”

He laughed.

Celeste: “The only clubbing I did was clubbing someone’s head with a nailbat.”

She grinned. Jaxon laughed.

Celeste: “I somehow don’t think it will hold a candle to eating Slime Slurps off Tristan’s and Fabien’s feet, but I shall see.”

She folded her arms over her chest.

Jaxon: “WHAT?! Oh come on!”

He laughed and shook his head.

Celeste: “Well, I never ate candies off your feet, so you won’t know the excitement.”

She sighed.

Jaxon: “Maybe you should then!”

He teased.

Celeste: “After you use a peppermint oil foot soak.”

She smirked.

Jaxon: “Ohh, you like mint huh?”

He teased.

Celeste: “Well, yeah, but mainly it’s because your feet stink.”

She snorted.

Jaxon: “No, they don’t!”

He huffed. Celeste laughed at him.

~

They arrived at a large building, which was a stark contrast to Foxy Robin’s. It was a converted warehouse painted in pink hues and beaming neon lights that said “ECSTASY.” in bold capital letters, grabbing attention from a mile away. There was a long queue of excited ravers and middle-class young people. Some people sauntered down the alley beside it to do exactly as the large neon “ECSTASY” sign above them instructed. Jaxon parked the car in the parking lot. The thumping electronic music grew louder as they stepped out of the car. Celeste joined him and followed him to the club. The heavy bass pounded them in the face and trembled throughout their bodies.

Celeste reached over and grabbed Jaxon’s hand. Jaxon grinned at her and squeezed it. Bright, colorful lasers projected onto the brick walls. People danced around the DJ booth at the center of the club. There was an upper-level floor with another DJ booth with lower-tempo beats. There was a door that led to the back courtyard area with another DJ booth. Jaxon led them straight to the glowing pink neon lights, which was the bar. He sauntered over to the bartender and yelled over the music.

Jaxon: “Hey man, Jack and coke, please!”

He ordered. He then swung his gaze to Celeste.

Jaxon: “And for the lady…”

Celeste: “A root beer float with lots of cherries and pralines!”

She yelled. Jaxon handed the man his cash and they waited for their drinks.

Celeste: “Thanks, Jaxon.”

She grinned at him and grabbed his arm, leaning her head against him. Jaxon pulled out his case of cigarettes, put one in his mouth and handed her a cigarette. She took one and thanked him. He took out his Zippo lighter and lit hers for her. He then pressed his cigarette against hers to light his. She leaned against him, gazing at him.

Jaxon: “Havin’ fun yet?”

He teased. She chuckled.

Celeste: “I dunno, I just like being with you.”

She shrugged. Jaxon’s face lit up and he put his arm around her.

Jaxon: “Well, we have that in common, too!”

He teased. She shivered when he put his arm around her.

Celeste: “You’re an interesting young man, Jaxon… and more so when you’re real with me.”

She smiled tightly at him.

Jaxon: “Ha, not as interesting as you. Of course, I’m real, baby!”

He exhaled a long drag. She blew out smoke and traced her nails over his chest. Jaxon shivered to her touch.

Celeste: “I meant… when you told me about your vulnerabilities.”

She said softly.

Jaxon: “Why that stuff?”

He asked.

Celeste: “Because it shows beneath the surface, you’re still human who’s fucked up and trying to get by in your everyday life. It shows you feel something and you’re more than what you show the world.”

She replied.

Jaxon: “What… did you think I was a robot or something?”

He teased and chuckled. She looked at him and laughed.

Celeste: “Hehehehe, no!”

She put her hand on his thigh and rubbed it. Jaxon reddened and felt himself harden to her touch.

Jaxon: “Did you want to dance?”

He quirked his eyebrows. She nodded. She put her cigarette out in the ashtray.

Celeste: “Okay!”

She chirped. Jaxon pressed his cigarette in the ashtray and took her hand, slowly led her to the dance floor, keeping his eyes on her. She went with him and looked up at him. Jaxon draped his arm around her as he swayed to the beat. He then spun her around. Celeste was taken by surprise and pressed her breasts on his chest as he swayed to the beat. Jaxon’s heart pounded with adrenaline, feeling himself harden. He lowered her, locking his gaze onto her, wanting to kiss her sweet cherry-red lips. She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jaxon shivered and pulled her back up to her feet, dancing with her.

Celeste felt his hardness against her and flicked her gaze up at him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her. Jaxon’s heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t take it any longer. He leaned in and kissed her cherry lips, feeling higher than he ever had before. Her eyes grew large. Her heart thundered in her chest. She closed her eyes and rested her hand on the nape of his neck, kissing him back. Jaxon’s eyes widened when she kissed him back.

Jaxon: “Damn, I knew you wanted me, too!”

He beamed and reddened all over. She smiled and traced her nails over his neck.

Celeste: “You’re blushing.”

She smirked.

Jaxon: “So are you!”

He smirked. She flushed and laughed.

Celeste: “Am I?”

She bit her bottom lip and brushed her hair behind her ear. Jaxon leaned into her ear.

Jaxon: “Yes.”

He whispered into her ear. She shivered and giggled when he whispered in her ear.

She reached out and put her hands on his chest. Jaxon wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in for another kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.

Jaxon: “I told you clubbing with me is fun.”

He teased.

Celeste: “Nah, clubbing sucks… It’s being with you is what I find fun.”

She said earnestly and tapped his nose.

Jaxon: “Do you wanna get out of here and have more fun with me?”

He purred, taking her hand.

Celeste: “Where are we going to go? You lost your condo and you live with Percy…”

She said with strain. Jaxon frowned.

Celeste: “This is another reason I am meeting with you at other places: you lost your condo, and you live with Percy. It makes things awkward.”

She added. Jaxon sighed.

Jaxon: “Let’s go to a hotel!”

He suggested.

Celeste: “And what do you want to do to me?”

She smirked.

Jaxon: “Wait and see!”

He winked and teased, taking her hand and leading her towards the exit.

As they were leaving, they heard screams fill the nightclub.

Celeste: “Is that normal?”

She asked him. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow.

Jaxon: “...No? Not our problem! Let’s get outta here!”

He headed for the door to leave with her.

Suddenly, a man’s severed head came flying at them. Celeste grabbed Jaxon and ducked as the head hit the ground and splattered.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Standing before them, they saw a tall, muscular, robust wolf humanoid with huge black claws on its forepaws and standing on two hindlegs. Two frantic eyes stared at them with glacial malice, and another roar exploded from its mouth in delectable glee. A wheezing breath escaped the creature’s mouth, baring its razor sharp teeth. Its large pink tongue licked its chops. The beast raised its paw and slashed at them. Celeste grabbed Jaxon and dodged its attack.

The beast charged after them, but a woman ran in front of it screaming. He grabbed her and ripped her in half with ease, spraying blood everywhere.

Jaxon: “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

He grabbed Celeste, taking this opportunity to escape through the door. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Celeste raised her fist to punch it but saw the beast charging after them. She grabbed Jaxon and ducked as its paw slashed through a lounge chair.

Jaxon: “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Celeste: “I don’t know!”

She said quickly and saw the number of dismembered corpses around them. Blood splattered on the walls, there were severed arms, legs, and heads, and it was hard to see in the dim lighting.

Jaxon: “That stupid balloon thing wasn’t so bad.”

He pouted.

The beast lunged its paw to grab Jaxon. Celeste shoved Jaxon out of the way.

Celeste: “WATCH OUT!”

The beast grabbed her neck and threw her into the wall, where she crashed and landed on the floor. She cupped her neck and coughed.

Jaxon: “SHIT! CELESTE!”

He called out for her, running up to her and throwing a glass at the beast. The beast roared and raised its paw. It grabbed her and threw her again, slashing at her and drawing blood. She landed face down on the floor. She staggered to get up as blood dropped from her arm and she panted.

Celeste: “Goddamn you…”

She growled. She lunged at the beast, grabbed its arm and broke it. The beast turned around, its arm limping.

Celeste glanced at the bar. She grabbed Jaxon and leaped over the counters, grabbed bottles of whiskey, rum, vodka, and tequila.

Celeste: “I’m gonna need your lighter.”

She said quickly to him as she tore off clothing from a severed torso, and stuffed the bloody rags into the bottles. Jaxon nodded vigorously, handing her his silver zippo lighter. She lit each rag and as it ignited, Celeste threw each bottle at the creature.

The place where the creature stood erupted into flames with a mighty whump. Celeste grabbed the shelf of alcohol, gritting her teeth as she pulled it out of the wall. She turned to the creature and threw the bottles at it. As the bottles shattered on it, the creature's entire body was afire. It writhed and twisted, covered in brilliant, leaping flames.

But the thing in front of them would not die. Celeste could see the creature’s fur singed off, its skin bubbled and cracked, and its paws turned into blackened claws. Yet somehow, the creature remained upright, a blazing torch. A scream emitted from its mouth as it stumbled away, wreathed in fire and black smoke.

The fire was spreading rapidly, catching on the chairs, tables, and walls. In seconds the place became an inferno. Jaxon grabbed Celeste.

Jaxon: “Let’s get the fuck outta here!”

He urged. She bent over, half-dragging him along, both of them choking and coughing, their eyes streaming from the smoke. A few more steps and they were near the door.

A blast of ice came through the door. Celeste gasped. Tristan reached out to grab them and pulled them outside.

The fresh air was the sweetest thing Celeste had smelled. She held Jaxon close and rubbed her eyes to see Tristan and Deimos were with him, folding his arms and glaring at Jaxon. Orange tongues flickered out the windows and columns of smoke and flames billowed into the night sky.

Tristan: “Are you two okay? What happened?”

He asked gently.

Celeste: “Some wolf thing slaughtered a bunch of people and I set it on fire.”

She said quickly.

Tristan: “Wolf thing?”

She nodded.

Jaxon: “YES! But it was a robot wolf, not like a real wolf!”

He clarified.

Tristan: “Like that balloon thing that attacked us the other night?”

Celeste: “I guess so but this one was a lot tougher…”

She rubbed the back of her neck and winced in pain.

Deimos approached her and raised his hands. A purple glow emitted from them as he healed her wounds.

Deimos: “I’m glad you’re okay.”

He said earnestly.

Jaxon: “Of course, she’s okay, she was with me!”

He stated. Deimos glared at Jaxon. Tristan put his hand on Deimos’ shoulder and gave him a beseeching look.

Tristan gazed at the inferno and sighed. Robot, huh? I doubt that very much, he thought.

Deimos: “Are you coming home, Celeste?”

He asked her. She nodded. Jaxon pouted.

Jaxon: “What about me?”

He pleaded with her. Celeste glanced at him.

Celeste: “Why don’t you come home with me?”

She offered. Deimos’ jaw dropped. Tristan held Deimos’ hand.

Tristan: “Deimos, can we set our differences aside after what happened?”

He whispered to him.

Tristan: “It’s just one night.”

He said tenderly and cupped his face.

Jaxon: “Yeah, come on! Celeste wants me there!”

He insisted.

Deimos: “Whatever! But your ass is out in the morning!”

He snapped and stormed to his car. Jaxon grinned widely.

Tristan: “Very sorry about this. See you later, Celeste.”

He smiled and went to Deimos.

Jaxon: “All riiiight! I get to spend the night with my lady!”

He purred, draping his arm around Celeste, and leading her back to his car. Celeste drew a long breath.

~

When they arrived at Deimos’ place and were in Celeste’s basement apartment, she had Jaxon shower in the guest bathroom upstairs and wait for her in her bed. Her basement apartment had a queen-size captain’s bed with a purple bedspread, two purple nightstands on each side of her bed, a neon heart with horns hanging above her bed, several wrestling and metal posters on the wall, a light purple computer desk, and a cherry wood vanity. There was a paisley purple sofa in front of a TV. Celeste stepped out of the shower in a black tank top and black lace panties.

Jaxon: “So, this is your pad, huh?”

He grinned at her. She smiled and nodded.

Celeste: “Yeah, this is it. It’s all mine after Makayla decided to move out.”

She sat on her bed with him.

Jaxon: “Oh, really now? You take her best-ever lover and now you take her room. You homewrecker.”

He teased and laughed, playfully nudging her. Celeste giggled a bit and brushed her hair behind her ear.

Celeste: “Are you okay, Jaxon?”

She asked and knit her eyebrows.

Jaxon: “Huh? Why wouldn’t I be okay? I got to kiss my favorite lady and now I’m here with you.”

He grinned at her.

Celeste: “Yeah, but we almost had a brush with death ‘cause of that wolf thing.”

She said with strain. Jaxon looked at her.

Jaxon: “Yeah, but you’ve dealt with much crazier stuff than that before! You wrestled a bunch of ugly muscle ladies and a giant Kraken! Oh, and that stupid balloon thing!”

He assured her. Celeste brightened when he said that.

Celeste: “You’re right…”

She said in a small voice.

She hugged her legs.

Celeste: “Did you ever feel this way about someone else before?”

Jaxon: “What way?”

He teased her, putting his arm around her. She shivered to his touch.

Celeste: “Well…”

She began.

Celeste: “Getting all flustered when I mention you love me after saying you don’t do love over and over.”

Jaxon: “Well, speak for yourself… why else would you mention that if you didn’t feel it? You love me, I know it!”

He teased. Celeste smirked at him.

Celeste: “I am not talking about me right now, but you.”

She poked his nose.

Jaxon: “No.”

He began.

Jaxon: “I never felt this way before.”

Celeste nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.

Jaxon: “Have you?”

He pressed her with wild curiosity. Celeste paused.

Celeste: “I don’t know, Jaxon. I love flirting with Tristan, Fabien and even Vic when he’s not feeling sorry for himself about that bitch but I love being with you.”

She said earnestly.

Jaxon: “I love being with you, too!”

He grinned. Celeste reached up and traced her nails over his chest.

Celeste: “I know you do.”

She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. Jaxon shivered to her nails.

Jaxon: “I know!”

He put his arm around her and winked.

~

Jaxon was sleeping in Celeste’s bed with his arm around her. A more significant hand rested on his chest and a cat was on him, lying like a loaf. Jaxon fluttered his eyes awake to see Oliver staring at his face. He flicked his gaze over and noticed a man lying on Celeste’s other side.

Jaxon: “WHAT THE HELL?!”

He jolted up. Victor was sleeping on Celeste’s other side with his arm over her.

Jaxon: “Psst, Celeste, what is that old man doing in bed with us?!”

He hissed, trying to nudge her awake. Celeste groaned and put her arm over Jaxon, cuddling him close to her. Jaxon smiled a bit, cuddling her back. Victor snored loudly. Jaxon glared at him.

Jaxon: “Shut the fuck up!”

He hissed at him. Victor put his hand on Jaxon’s neck and caressed it. Jaxon furrowed his eyebrows, smacking his hand away.

Monica came downstairs with a load of wash and Deimos’ karate gi.

Monica: “Morning! Breakfast will be ready in a half hour!”

She sang and froze at what she saw.

Jaxon: “Hey.”

He said nonchalantly.

Monica: “Good morning, sir! Breakfast will be ready in a half hour.”

She nodded and went into the laundry room.

Victor groggily woke up. He yawned and fluttered his eyes. He ground his eyes with his fists and reached over to get his glasses from the nightstand and put them on. He turned to Celeste and froze when he saw Jaxon.

Victor: “What are you doing here?!”

He asked sharply.

Jaxon: “What are YOU doing here?!”

He hissed back at him.

Victor: “Oliver told me YOU put Celeste in danger last night and I am DONE with moping about Ivy! Now I am focused on her! So I came to comfort her!”

He fired back.

Jaxon: “What?! She can take care of herself! She’s strong! Too little too late, you missed the train! Me and Celeste kissed already! She wants me!”

He grinned smugly.

Victor: “She kissed me before she kissed you!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “Whatever, she wants ME more than you!”

He huffed.

Victor: “Why did we sleep naked then?”

He smirked.

Jaxon: “What?! She slept naked with you?! Oh yeah, why did she get herself off to me, huh?!”

He smirked.

Victor: “She stroked my member with her feet.”

He countered.

Jaxon: “She stroked herself off to me!”

He countered.

Victor: “You just said that! Are you out of options? Or is your reading comprehension that terrible? Maybe do less drinking and more reading!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “Oh yeah! Maybe you should do more drinking and less reading! You’re BORING! No wonder she sneaks out into the night to be with me instead of you!”

He snapped back at him. Victor flared at him.

Victor: “And you’re an idiot like that Sex Bee man!”

He thundered. Jaxon glared at him.

Jaxon: “I’m NOT like that Sex Bee man, you geezer!”

He huffed, shoving him. Victor growled and shoved him back.

Monica came down.

Monica: “Breakfast is ready, ladies and gentlemen!”

She sang. Celeste’s eyes fluttered and she yawned.

Celeste: “Hey, Vic. Hey, Jaxon.”

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Victor: “Coucou, ma chérie!”

He sang.

Jaxon: “Hey, sexy!”

He whistled at her.

~

Upstairs in the kitchen at the island, Victor, Celeste, Jaxon, Tristan and Deimos sat. Deimos sipped his coffee and munched on his bacon as he read the newspaper. Tristan sipped on some green tea and had some toast. Celeste got an energy drink from the fridge and dove into bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and sausages. Victor had some green tea with toast and honey while glaring at Jaxon. Jaxon sipped on an energy drink, glaring at him.

Deimos: “Ah, Jaxon, your brother, Ichiro, won an award for his research in medicine!”

Victor: “He can’t read. Why are you showing him that?”

He asked scathingly.

Jaxon: “I CAN read. I just don’t want to read about that golden NPC, Itchy-blow!”

He huffed bitterly. Tristan raised his head to Jaxon and gazed at him intently.

Deimos: “Apparently, he works tirelessly at the hospital.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Celeste: “Your brother is a doctor?”

She asked Jaxon.

Jaxon: “Yep, the most perfect and greatest doctor in the world.”

He huffed. Tristan surveyed him.

Celeste: “Do you get along with your brother?”

She asked Jaxon.

Jaxon: “Fuck no. He has his boring world and I have my sexy thrilling world.”

He stated. Deimos raised his eyebrows and closed his newspapers.

Deimos: “Boy howdy, if what I saw on Fu’s Feet Links is any indication.”

Tristan turned to Deimos.

Tristan: “What?”

He laughed. Jaxon gawked at him.

Victor: “Fu’s Feet Links? What is that?”

Tristan: “It’s a website that hosts links to foot fetish and tickling fetish content.”

Victor gaped at Tristan.

Victor: “What do you mean? A website? What is that?”

Tristan cleared his throat.

Tristan: “It’s something on the internet that has information on certain topics.”

He explained. Victor gaped at Tristan, confused. Jaxon gaped at Victor and laughed.

Jaxon: “What, are you from the stone age?!”

Victor: “You don’t have to be rude! I am not accustomed to this!”

He snapped.

Deimos rolled his eyes, growing impatient with Victor.

Deimos: “Look, can we shelve the lesson for modern technology aside? We’re getting off-topic.”

He said sharply. Victor winced and embraced himself.

Deimos: “A video of Jaxon being tickled on his feet and… his genitals by an overweight clown was shown on there.”

He said slowly. Celeste raised her eyebrows and grinned. Jaxon’s heart sank.

Jaxon: “What the fuck is THAT doing there?!”

He seethed.

Celeste: “Can I see?!”

She rose. Deimos furrowed his eyebrows at her. Jaxon gaped at her.

Jaxon: “NO?! Why?!”

Tristan: “...Yes, if you buy the video.”

He said slowly.

Victor: “Why would you want to see that, darling?!”

He knit his eyebrows. Jaxon’s expression shifted.

Jaxon: “Because she wants ME. You don’t have to see that video. You can do that to me yourself.”

Deimos: “Oh, and they’re selling his stinky socks, too. Do you want those, Celeste?”

He asked sharply. She scrunched her nose and shook her head.

Jaxon: “What the fuck?! WHO DID THIS?!”

He rasped.

Tristan: “Percy would be my guess since that clown works for him.”

He replied evenly and cupped his chin.

Jaxon: “How could he do this to me?!”

Deimos: “It’s one of the best selling videos on that site.”

He shrugged.

Deimos: “Apparently, your stinky dirty socks are selling well.”

He added. He loved rubbing salt in the wound. Jaxon rubbed his temples and seethed.

Jaxon: “Why me!? Why is it always me?!”

He growled.

Victor: “Since your music isn’t selling well, maybe you can make up for it in your tickling videos?”

He grinned.

Deimos: “He’s got ya there, Jaxon.”

He smiled. Jaxon glared at them both.

Jaxon: “NO! Wait until my new album comes out! It will blow you all away!”

He smirked, swinging his gaze to Celeste, who was gone.

Victor: “Wh-Where did she go?!”

He whined.

Tristan: “If I were to hazard a guess, upstairs in the studio downloading that video.”

He leaned his head on his palm. Jaxon rushed up the stairs to her.

~

Celeste was in Deimos’ studio on his computer watching the video after she bought it.

Jaxon: “Nooooo!”

He whined.

~

When Jaxon arrived back at Percy’s place, Percy heard the door slam. He was in the living room in his robe open exposing his naked body watching TV and had Mickey by his side.

Jaxon: “YOU! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!”

He rasped at Percy.

Percy: “Hello, my magical friend! Good to see you, too!”

He said wryly.

Percy: “I take it you saw your video on Fu’s Feet Links? Did you see your stinky socks being sold, too?”

He leaned his head into his hand and stuck his split tongue out at him.

Jaxon: “WHY?!”

He rasped. Percy smirked.

Percy: “Because your albums are not doing so well, darling. So I improvised and this is doing well.”

He said calmly and tossed him a wad of cash.

Percy: “You’re welcome.”

He teased.

Jaxon: “I’m a ROCKSTAR, not a FEETSTAR!”

He whined.

They heard footsteps enter the room. Percy raised his head to see a fat white man in his late fifties to early sixties. He had a full orange beard, a bulbous nose, large gray eyes, and a receding hairline. He wore a brown English-cut suit with black derby shoes.

Percy: “Hello, my magical friend! Axion Jaxon, meet Louis O’Bryne! He wants a custom from you and I want to make magic happen.”

He rose and clasped his hands together. Louis put his large hands on Jaxon’s shoulders and drank him in.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, no, no, I don’t want to fuck him, Percy.”

He held his hands up.

Percy: “Hahahahaha, I never said anything about fucking, darling.”

He laughed.

~

Jaxon was tied to a throne chair; his arms bound to the arms, his ankles bound to an ottoman. His boots and socks were removed and he had a blindfold over his eyes.

Jaxon: “HEY! The fuck is THIS?!”

He snapped. Percy chuckled and Louis came in wringing his hands.

Percy: “Louis LOVED your video so much, he wanted to make a custom video where he tickles you! Aren’t you lucky, darling?!”

He squealed.

Jaxon: “NO.”

He pouted.

Jaxon: “I want to do this shit with Celeste, not some geezer!”

He added.

Louis drooled at the sight of him and held up an electric toothbrush.

Louis: “This is going to be FUN!”

He knelt over and scrubbed Jaxon’s feet with an electric toothbrush.

Jaxon: “Hahahahah HAAHAHAH FUCK OFF!”

He rasped. Percy nodded to LaDarrel to start filming and folded his arms over as he watched Louis tickle Jaxon’s feet. Louis scrubbed his soles all over with the electric toothbrush.

Jaxon: “HehAHAHAHAHEH EH MAKE HIM STOP! HAHAHE AH NOOO!”

He rasped and tried to break free.

Louis: “Oh God, you are so hot and so frisky!”

He drooled as he scrubbed in between his toes.

Jaxon: “STOOHOHOHP! NOOO!”

He fumed through angry laughter.

Louis held up a cat massager.

Louis: “Now for something more fun!”

He scrubbed the cat massager and electric toothbrush on his feet.

Jaxon: “NOOOOOHOHOOH! GET IT OFF ME!!!”

He roared.

~

After thirty minutes of intense tickling, Jaxon passed out. Percy chuckled. He removed his blindfold and put smelling salts to his nose. Jaxon woke up, glaring at him. He was covered in sweat and tears streaked his face. Percy gazed at him and threw his head back laughing.

Jaxon: “I’m outta here!”

He pouted, marching for the door. Percy zipped in front of him and put his arm over the doorway.

Percy: “And where do you think you’re going, love?”

He smirked.

Jaxon: “Away from you and to my green queen!”

He declared.

Percy: “Jaxon, be logical, darling. She is living with Deimos. Deimos despises you. You have it great here, and did you forget who got you that position with Tortugazm until you blew it up?”

He challenged him and withdrew his knife, running his finger over the edge of the blade. Jaxon froze as stiff as a board.

Jaxon: “Please don’t make me do that tickling crap again, unless its with Celeste!”

He pleaded.

Percy: “I am not revoking Celeste tickling privileges, darling; I’m only giving you something to make more dinero since your albums are selling poorly.”

He said coolly.

Percy: “Since you’ve been living here, the tabloid coverage on you is dying down and all Fabien can get is stuff you did in the past.”

He smirked.

Jaxon: “I’m working on a new album, Percy! Give me a chance! It’s not my fault! It’s fucking Spark-tickle-os, or whatever its called!”

He ranted. Percy was half-listening and handed Jaxon fifty thousand in cash.

Percy: “Whatever, love. Here is your pay from that video Louis wanted.”

He waved his hand. Jaxon snatched the money out of his hand and sighed.

~

Robin stepped out of Gabriel’s car after he opened the door for her. She marveled at the burned remains of where Ectasy stood. She held her hand horizontally under her mouth and laughed loudly.

Robin: “OHOHOHOHOHOHO! Whatever Darrel bought did beautiful work!”

She said loftily and flipped her hair.