Fan Fiction ❯ Girl-U-Want ❯ Chapter 3
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By: King Cheetah 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 295 | Status: Completed
Girl-U-Want by King Cheetah
Part Three - I Dream OF Jinxie
None of these characters are mine, but it'll take more than that to slow me down...
Rated PG-13, Beast Boy/Jinx pairing, and knowing me, they'll be LOTS of naughty goings on. Robin/Raven action down the road.
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Sitting at the wheel of his car, Beast Boy told himself the same joke he did every night he had to wait for Jinx to get off from work, "Kasserine's Gentlemen's Club. And not a top hat, monocle, or spatted shoe in sight." He smiled at this little ritual, as it seemed to always appease the God of Exotic Dancers, and ensured the safe return to him of his wife. Four months in peaceful, suburban Hartland Kansas and he'd yet to find a good job, though Jinx's temporary stint as a dancer was more than supporting them. It wasn't the money so much, or her occupation that so depressed him. It was that despite everything that he wanted to believe about himself, he wasn't at all cool about their current situation. He should be earning the money. He should be supporting her that she might have time to find herself. He should be the one with the crappy, unpleasant job, not her.
The only halfway decent radio station his car could pick up was one of those lame Clear Channel canned music affairs, with no DJ's and a playlist of about two dozen songs, most of which he'd heard already tonight. 11:40 PM and the club finally began to show signs of closing down, all patrons having been given the boot at 11:00. As these things went, Kasserine's wasn't a bad place. Clean, well kept, and strict enforcement of all laws and city codes, it struck him that this was just the sort of place that he and Cyborg would hang out in.
Cyborg.
Seven months since they'd fled Jump City, only now was he beginning to miss his old friends. Well, two of them at any rate. He still couldn't get over Robin's treatment of him, and Raven's tacit approval of it. He'd done nothing wrong, and had nothing to account for. Restless, he got out of the car and waited in the cool night air, a slight breeze serving to bleed off some of his anger. The Titans. He couldn't help but be curious about the state of the group since their departure, but was vaguely put out by the fact that he'd seen no evidence that they'd attempted to find him. Perhaps that was just his vanity talking.
He noticed a few of the other dancers come out and make their way towards the parking lot, and if he didn't know better, he'd have sworn they were any other pair of office onions you'd see on their lunch hour. When Jinx had first started working here, he went in a few times to check out the scene and lend her what moral support he could. This was by no means unusual, as several of the other dancers and waitresses were married or otherwise attached, and his presence there was barely noticed. He glad handed around, got introduced to her coworkers, and generally got a good enough look at the place to allay any fears he might have harbored of this being the front for a white slavery ring.
To his relief, the experience was pretty good overall. The Manager took a liking to him right off, and Jinx got word that if he wanted a job at the club, there was interest. Upscale and a little over polished, the club catered to businessmen and sports fans, with only about a third of the space given over to the dancers, the rest being banks of wide screen plasma TV's and every cable channel known to mankind. Not the sort of place you'd bring a first date, but not the sort of place you die of embarrassment if you were seen in. Sort of like a topless Applebees. Even as bad as their situation had been, he wasn't comfortable with more than one of them working there.
Spying him, the dancers waved and called out to him, which he politely acknowledged, but little more than that. And there in lay his other problem with her job; her coworkers depressed him. While most of the dancers were like Jinx and merely doing this temporarily, a few struck him as somewhat desperate and self destructive, and destined to never be anything more than this. A few times, Tawny had shown up unannounced (and unwelcome) at their apartment, to share her crisis de joir and generally use them as facilitators. Her unending string of loser boyfriends, her harebrained schemes to make it big in movies, her desperate, grasping need of attention, her annoying flirty nature, all served to stretch his patience to the limit. A few nights exposure to this and he decided it was better that he not get involved with her work.
Finally he caught sight of her leaving the club in the company of two other girls, neither of whom's names he ever bothered to learn. In an odd contrast to her job, Jinx put on more clothes than needed in the outside world. A black fishnet tanktop over a red T-shirt, over which she wore her jean jacket, and oddly enough stilling wearing the black wig she used on stage as Tabby Saunders. Disengaging from the other dancers, she saw him waiting for her and began to give him a little show as she approached. Her walk became a slightly exaggerated strut as her hips swayed from side to side seductively and she blew him kisses and mouthed enticement to him as she drew closer. Biting her lip, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close whispering, "What is thy bidding, my master?"
Grinning, he hugged her close and said, "You only pull this when you know I'm too tired to do anything about it, you know that, right?" She giggled and kissed him.
"Can we grab a bite baby, I'm famished." she asked brightly.
He nodded and helped her into the car. Buckling in, he said, "You're looking chipper. Good night?"
"$480.00!" she squealed, "I was one purrin' puss tonight! I think someone's earned those black stilleto heeled boots she had her eye on."
He smiled and inwardly let out a sigh of relief. That was going to pay a lot of bills. They were living check to check and he hated that. They'd slid into it gradually, getting a little farther behind with each week, until they found one day that they had no cash reserves at all. They always seemed to have enough money to eat, pay the bills and rent DVDs, but that was all they had. He wanted a future with Jinx and as such needed to build that future.
Kissing her again, he shifted into gear, and pulled out into the night streets of the city.
Stepping from the shadows, Robin looked on as the car rounded a corner, his face a mask of despair. "She's... a tittie dancer. What have I done?" he asked quietly. He'd forgone his costume in favor of the anonymity of his own face, jeans, T-shirt and riding leathers.
From behind him, Raven stepped from the shadows and wrapped her arms around his waist. She too was dressed for street level, as this time they fought an adversary which required no battle livery. Black jeans and tank top to better show off her naval piercing, hair died hot pink, with the appropriate gothie war paint to round out the illusion. Slowly returning her embrace, he laid his cheek against her head.
"It's not just you, we're both to blame." she sighed.
"No. It's all my fault. My stupid pride split the Titan's up. Now just look at what I'm putting Beast Boy and Jinx through." He'd never known this level of shame before. Without another word, they moved to the shadows where is bike awaited them. Mounting up, they tore off into the night and returned to the Motel 6 on the edge of town they'd set up base camp in. Setting the bikes wards, they shuffled joylessly into their scruffy little room. Nightly cleaning rituals completed, they undressed and slid into bed, cuddling in the dim light of the room, the bed being firm but unfriendly. Raven hating sleeping in a strange bed more than anything. With one notable exception, she thought, running a soft hand across Robin's cheek.
"It's not hopeless, okay?" she soothed, "All right, we've found Beast Boy and Jinx. We'll apologize to them and try to make amends. Then they can help us find Starfire and Cyborg. We'll get the team back together, you'll see." she said brightly, kissing his neck and trying to calm him, a task made more interesting by a peculiar undulation of the air conditioning, vaguely replicating a sound not unlike love making.
"But that's the problem, the team never should have split up to begin with. I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have-" he began, but she stopped him with two sweet fingers lightly pressed to his lips. She knew him well enough by now to know that if given the chance, he flog himself to death over this.
"Tonight, you're only to think of us." she sighed, running her hand across the smooth hard flesh of his stomach, "Beast Boy was willing to give up everything for Jinx, and we lost the Titans for each other. I guess love and super heroes just don't mix. But we can at least have one for now."
Sighing, he nodded slowly and hugged her close. It was the worst of both worlds, he thought. His desperate bid to keep his relationship with Raven a secret had shattered the Titans and scattered them to the four winds, adding the word hubris to his vocabulary. But by the same token, he wasn't willing to give her up for anything either, their comical misreading of how Starfire would react being the cherry on top of the disaster sundae. Having finally tracked down Beast Boy and Jinx was some small victory, but now it led him to fret over Starfire and Cyborg.
Despite her brave front, Raven was in turmoil. For years the Titans had faced death together and seemingly impossible odds, always coming out on top, but this time... This time she actually felt that they were facing an impossible situation. Seeing the love and devotion shared by Beast Boy and Jinx only deepened her feelings of shame. She'd become a dancer to support them, not a life of criminal activity as one might expect from one so recently from the H.I.V.E., with no real marketable job skills. Could she herself have done this for Robin? She sank deeper into her funk as she realized that the answer was no.
Nothing like seeing the strength and fortitude of another to highlight your own deficiencies. Her as an exotic dancer? Preposterous! Besides, while was a good dancer already, she'd need a song list and a costume. A gimmick, that's what you need to make the good money. You're not just showing off your goodies, but putting on a show. What WOULD she have used as a hook? Belly dancer? Harem girl? NO, that's boring. Nurse? Police Woman? Maybe a cowgirl. Yeah, she could use a lariat and learn a few rope tricks before losing the chaps. Hmmmm... A Witch? Heeeey, now there's an idea! She could have a tattered black shawl covering her bikini, and... and... Why was she devoting so much thought to this?
Sullenly, she closed her eyes and dreamed of being a half-dressed cowgirl atop a green horse looking for a lost mechanical bull.
Fade to black....
To Be Continued...
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The weirdness continues next chapter as everyone except Beast Boy wallows in self pity.
I must confess something to you about the Titans cartoon; I have a VERY difficult time just watching it, but rather get most of the way through the episode and start griping, "NO NO NO! That's NOT how they'd behave at all!" Once you gotten a taste of writing something, it's all you think about. Not aided by the fact that I LOATHE how both Starfire and Beast Boy are written, as well as the odd pointless nature to Slade's plans (He wants the city destroyed, no he wants to rule the city, no he just wants Robin, no he wants all the Titans, no he wants Terra...). At some point I'll blither at you about the odd little beast that is the Teen Titans cartoon, but for now I'll be satisfied to merely misuse their characters.
And for anyone curious, Beast Boys run ins with the tittie dancers pretty much mirrors my own. Nothing quite like painful life experiences....
As always, I use reviews as a barometer, so if you want more of something, lemme know.
Keep reading', keep written'!
Part Three - I Dream OF Jinxie
None of these characters are mine, but it'll take more than that to slow me down...
Rated PG-13, Beast Boy/Jinx pairing, and knowing me, they'll be LOTS of naughty goings on. Robin/Raven action down the road.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ ----
Sitting at the wheel of his car, Beast Boy told himself the same joke he did every night he had to wait for Jinx to get off from work, "Kasserine's Gentlemen's Club. And not a top hat, monocle, or spatted shoe in sight." He smiled at this little ritual, as it seemed to always appease the God of Exotic Dancers, and ensured the safe return to him of his wife. Four months in peaceful, suburban Hartland Kansas and he'd yet to find a good job, though Jinx's temporary stint as a dancer was more than supporting them. It wasn't the money so much, or her occupation that so depressed him. It was that despite everything that he wanted to believe about himself, he wasn't at all cool about their current situation. He should be earning the money. He should be supporting her that she might have time to find herself. He should be the one with the crappy, unpleasant job, not her.
The only halfway decent radio station his car could pick up was one of those lame Clear Channel canned music affairs, with no DJ's and a playlist of about two dozen songs, most of which he'd heard already tonight. 11:40 PM and the club finally began to show signs of closing down, all patrons having been given the boot at 11:00. As these things went, Kasserine's wasn't a bad place. Clean, well kept, and strict enforcement of all laws and city codes, it struck him that this was just the sort of place that he and Cyborg would hang out in.
Cyborg.
Seven months since they'd fled Jump City, only now was he beginning to miss his old friends. Well, two of them at any rate. He still couldn't get over Robin's treatment of him, and Raven's tacit approval of it. He'd done nothing wrong, and had nothing to account for. Restless, he got out of the car and waited in the cool night air, a slight breeze serving to bleed off some of his anger. The Titans. He couldn't help but be curious about the state of the group since their departure, but was vaguely put out by the fact that he'd seen no evidence that they'd attempted to find him. Perhaps that was just his vanity talking.
He noticed a few of the other dancers come out and make their way towards the parking lot, and if he didn't know better, he'd have sworn they were any other pair of office onions you'd see on their lunch hour. When Jinx had first started working here, he went in a few times to check out the scene and lend her what moral support he could. This was by no means unusual, as several of the other dancers and waitresses were married or otherwise attached, and his presence there was barely noticed. He glad handed around, got introduced to her coworkers, and generally got a good enough look at the place to allay any fears he might have harbored of this being the front for a white slavery ring.
To his relief, the experience was pretty good overall. The Manager took a liking to him right off, and Jinx got word that if he wanted a job at the club, there was interest. Upscale and a little over polished, the club catered to businessmen and sports fans, with only about a third of the space given over to the dancers, the rest being banks of wide screen plasma TV's and every cable channel known to mankind. Not the sort of place you'd bring a first date, but not the sort of place you die of embarrassment if you were seen in. Sort of like a topless Applebees. Even as bad as their situation had been, he wasn't comfortable with more than one of them working there.
Spying him, the dancers waved and called out to him, which he politely acknowledged, but little more than that. And there in lay his other problem with her job; her coworkers depressed him. While most of the dancers were like Jinx and merely doing this temporarily, a few struck him as somewhat desperate and self destructive, and destined to never be anything more than this. A few times, Tawny had shown up unannounced (and unwelcome) at their apartment, to share her crisis de joir and generally use them as facilitators. Her unending string of loser boyfriends, her harebrained schemes to make it big in movies, her desperate, grasping need of attention, her annoying flirty nature, all served to stretch his patience to the limit. A few nights exposure to this and he decided it was better that he not get involved with her work.
Finally he caught sight of her leaving the club in the company of two other girls, neither of whom's names he ever bothered to learn. In an odd contrast to her job, Jinx put on more clothes than needed in the outside world. A black fishnet tanktop over a red T-shirt, over which she wore her jean jacket, and oddly enough stilling wearing the black wig she used on stage as Tabby Saunders. Disengaging from the other dancers, she saw him waiting for her and began to give him a little show as she approached. Her walk became a slightly exaggerated strut as her hips swayed from side to side seductively and she blew him kisses and mouthed enticement to him as she drew closer. Biting her lip, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close whispering, "What is thy bidding, my master?"
Grinning, he hugged her close and said, "You only pull this when you know I'm too tired to do anything about it, you know that, right?" She giggled and kissed him.
"Can we grab a bite baby, I'm famished." she asked brightly.
He nodded and helped her into the car. Buckling in, he said, "You're looking chipper. Good night?"
"$480.00!" she squealed, "I was one purrin' puss tonight! I think someone's earned those black stilleto heeled boots she had her eye on."
He smiled and inwardly let out a sigh of relief. That was going to pay a lot of bills. They were living check to check and he hated that. They'd slid into it gradually, getting a little farther behind with each week, until they found one day that they had no cash reserves at all. They always seemed to have enough money to eat, pay the bills and rent DVDs, but that was all they had. He wanted a future with Jinx and as such needed to build that future.
Kissing her again, he shifted into gear, and pulled out into the night streets of the city.
Stepping from the shadows, Robin looked on as the car rounded a corner, his face a mask of despair. "She's... a tittie dancer. What have I done?" he asked quietly. He'd forgone his costume in favor of the anonymity of his own face, jeans, T-shirt and riding leathers.
From behind him, Raven stepped from the shadows and wrapped her arms around his waist. She too was dressed for street level, as this time they fought an adversary which required no battle livery. Black jeans and tank top to better show off her naval piercing, hair died hot pink, with the appropriate gothie war paint to round out the illusion. Slowly returning her embrace, he laid his cheek against her head.
"It's not just you, we're both to blame." she sighed.
"No. It's all my fault. My stupid pride split the Titan's up. Now just look at what I'm putting Beast Boy and Jinx through." He'd never known this level of shame before. Without another word, they moved to the shadows where is bike awaited them. Mounting up, they tore off into the night and returned to the Motel 6 on the edge of town they'd set up base camp in. Setting the bikes wards, they shuffled joylessly into their scruffy little room. Nightly cleaning rituals completed, they undressed and slid into bed, cuddling in the dim light of the room, the bed being firm but unfriendly. Raven hating sleeping in a strange bed more than anything. With one notable exception, she thought, running a soft hand across Robin's cheek.
"It's not hopeless, okay?" she soothed, "All right, we've found Beast Boy and Jinx. We'll apologize to them and try to make amends. Then they can help us find Starfire and Cyborg. We'll get the team back together, you'll see." she said brightly, kissing his neck and trying to calm him, a task made more interesting by a peculiar undulation of the air conditioning, vaguely replicating a sound not unlike love making.
"But that's the problem, the team never should have split up to begin with. I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have-" he began, but she stopped him with two sweet fingers lightly pressed to his lips. She knew him well enough by now to know that if given the chance, he flog himself to death over this.
"Tonight, you're only to think of us." she sighed, running her hand across the smooth hard flesh of his stomach, "Beast Boy was willing to give up everything for Jinx, and we lost the Titans for each other. I guess love and super heroes just don't mix. But we can at least have one for now."
Sighing, he nodded slowly and hugged her close. It was the worst of both worlds, he thought. His desperate bid to keep his relationship with Raven a secret had shattered the Titans and scattered them to the four winds, adding the word hubris to his vocabulary. But by the same token, he wasn't willing to give her up for anything either, their comical misreading of how Starfire would react being the cherry on top of the disaster sundae. Having finally tracked down Beast Boy and Jinx was some small victory, but now it led him to fret over Starfire and Cyborg.
Despite her brave front, Raven was in turmoil. For years the Titans had faced death together and seemingly impossible odds, always coming out on top, but this time... This time she actually felt that they were facing an impossible situation. Seeing the love and devotion shared by Beast Boy and Jinx only deepened her feelings of shame. She'd become a dancer to support them, not a life of criminal activity as one might expect from one so recently from the H.I.V.E., with no real marketable job skills. Could she herself have done this for Robin? She sank deeper into her funk as she realized that the answer was no.
Nothing like seeing the strength and fortitude of another to highlight your own deficiencies. Her as an exotic dancer? Preposterous! Besides, while was a good dancer already, she'd need a song list and a costume. A gimmick, that's what you need to make the good money. You're not just showing off your goodies, but putting on a show. What WOULD she have used as a hook? Belly dancer? Harem girl? NO, that's boring. Nurse? Police Woman? Maybe a cowgirl. Yeah, she could use a lariat and learn a few rope tricks before losing the chaps. Hmmmm... A Witch? Heeeey, now there's an idea! She could have a tattered black shawl covering her bikini, and... and... Why was she devoting so much thought to this?
Sullenly, she closed her eyes and dreamed of being a half-dressed cowgirl atop a green horse looking for a lost mechanical bull.
Fade to black....
To Be Continued...
------------------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------
The weirdness continues next chapter as everyone except Beast Boy wallows in self pity.
I must confess something to you about the Titans cartoon; I have a VERY difficult time just watching it, but rather get most of the way through the episode and start griping, "NO NO NO! That's NOT how they'd behave at all!" Once you gotten a taste of writing something, it's all you think about. Not aided by the fact that I LOATHE how both Starfire and Beast Boy are written, as well as the odd pointless nature to Slade's plans (He wants the city destroyed, no he wants to rule the city, no he just wants Robin, no he wants all the Titans, no he wants Terra...). At some point I'll blither at you about the odd little beast that is the Teen Titans cartoon, but for now I'll be satisfied to merely misuse their characters.
And for anyone curious, Beast Boys run ins with the tittie dancers pretty much mirrors my own. Nothing quite like painful life experiences....
As always, I use reviews as a barometer, so if you want more of something, lemme know.
Keep reading', keep written'!