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Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Beautiful People

Hello ScoFans!

The story this week is continued by the talented author of "I'm having a moment"

She hasn't blogged much lately, but as she was my first follower and the influence for starting this blog after I hadn't written anything for a long time, I really wanted her to be a part of it and thankfully she agreed to help me out.

I say "thankfully" because she really took the story somewhere when I had just given her ramblings to start with..

So let's see where she takes it..

..the beautiful people just stride on past, noses in the air, looking..well..beautiful. The lights are flashing, the music is pumping, the atmosphere oozing with sex appeal, money, power. What most of those hopefuls still standing in the cue outside dont know, is that the beautiful people make this place. Why else would the "not-so-beautiful" want to get in? To make themselves feel beautiful.

The bouncer at the door is surrounded by two promo girls. At first glance, you see these two looking quite the sterotype - bubbly, early twenties, flashing their ultra-white veneered smiles, mini-mini dresses, clipboards in tow.
They hide a secret.

One of the promo girls whispers into the bouncers ear. Nods exchange. The bouncer unwillingly puts his hand over his left earpiece, and listens for some much needed information. A stern look. He grabs the promo girl by the arm and pulls her aside, towards the corner of the club's entrance. There looks like there's a disagreement. The tone of conversation heightens. The promo girl becomes distressed. She removes herself from the bouncers grip, and disappears down the tunnel to the eclectic flashing of bright lights-the beautiful people's playground. This looks suspicious to Kylie.

Walking through the club, the promo girl observes all the beautiful people, sipping on their beautiful cocktails, wines and beers, watching them shake their beautiful asses to the bass line, all in beautiful coordination. Everyone is mingling. Laughing. Flirting. It all looks the way it should be, but she is clouded by her own beautiful nightmare-which unfortunately involves the club.
She has gotten herself in too deep this time.

She makes her way towards the overstocked bar. She smiles coyly at the bartenders whilst slipping behind them and vanishes into a secret exit. It is here that you find the club's office. She knocks hesitantly on the door, and slithers in. She is gone for only a few short moments.
Everything is the way it should be..

You see, the promo girl is having an affair. This little fling has been happening for just a few months. It's normal for the promo girls-because It's happening with the club owner. Who is married. Who has kids. Who is extremly rich and powerful. Who has a overwhelming extended famous family. Who belongs to a secret kind of organization, the type you would never mess with.
She messed with it.
She got herself way too involved. She would visit the owners house at night begging to be let in. Looking desperately through windows, watching every movement of his wife and kids. She would follow him on his family outings out. She would call neurotically. She didn't understand this kind of affair. She wanted him to be hers. He explained time and time again. She didn't listen.
The wife got a gist of what was going on.

Meanwhile outside of the club. Kylie's curiousity was killing her. It had only been 15 minutes since the promo girl exited. Her gut was telling her there was something about to go down.

"Matthew..matthew! Did you see that before?" tapping him annoyingly on the shoulder.

"See what thing before?"

"That, that promo girl..with the bouncer..something's going down. We should check it out..?"

"What happens if this line moves? Then we'll miss our chance. And I'm going to miss my $50.."

"Fine," she pouted. "Wait here then."

"What are you doing..?! Come back here!"

Kylie swiftly ducks under the cue barrier and scurries behind the club. The dim lighting makes it hard to navigate. It's all damp on the brick work and the pavement is cold. It looks almost sinister. Squinting, she can see a hint of lighting. It looks like it's the back door of the club around the corner of the building. There's a few cars parked-luxurious expensive ones. Some dumpsters. There's also two people. Two people arguing. Kylie clings the the corner and peers around for a closer look. She can't see faces-but she can make out a voice. It's the promo girl.

"How could yo do this to me? You promised me that we were going to get married! You were going to get a divorce! I-"
A distinguished male voice abrubtly dominates and interuppts.
"Darling." the male says calmly. "I know I said those things. And I did mean them. But you are now interfering in things you shouldn't be interfereing in. How many times have I told you to keep your nose out of my affairs, huh? How many?! And yet you still embarrass me, embarrass my family..you're giving me a bad name.."

He continues to undermine her. Kylie listens on, feeling sympathetic. She suddenly gets grabbed from behind. She instantly leaps up from shock but blocks a scream. It's only Matthew. He thought that that was funny. She angrily gestures at him to hush, he straightens up, and they both slyly look around the corner.

"But, but, I-I just-"

A hard and cold slap is heard. The promo girl drops to the floor and starts to sob.

Kylie exchanges a sad look to Matthew, who is not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"I..I don't understand. I love you. I was trying to make things better..You're the married one after all..."

The promo girl has crossed the line. Her last sentence infuriates the male and he grabs her and pushes her against the wall. He throws a punch. The promo girls starts to wail.

Kylie, without thinking rushes out of the darkness. Matthew tries to pull her back, but it's too late. She lunges onto the unidentified male, and starts punching radically. The promo girl and Matthew both rush in, trying to pull their significant others of each other. It breaks up.

The unidentified male booms his distinguished voice at Kylie. He starts to hunch over her.

"Who do you think you are, spying on our conversation! And throwing punches!"

Matthew tries to play the dominant male by trying to protect kylie, stepping in front of her. As he moves into the light, he can see who this unidentfied male is. And he has identified him as the club's owner. Everybody knows him. Constantos bears even closer.

"What do you want huh? Money? Or are you just the losers who try to get in my club every weekend and don't?"
Kylie starts. "Well..."

Make sure to tune in next week when another loyal follower moves the story along. And remember, when I wrote the story it was just two losers trying to get into a club. She's the one that bought in the sex and violence.

Also notice I decided to put another Poll up, just for fun. I think you've got about two weeks to take a guess, and in about three weeks I'll give you the answer.


  1. is the name kylie chosen because you're australian, sco? :P like kylie minogue (she's awesome) uhuhuhuh

  2. Urgh im totally intrigued!! I hate waiting................

  3. ooo that will be hard to follow!

  4. Wow...nicely done...keep going...you're killing us! Holly at lifelaughlatte.blogspot.com

  5. Ooooh, nicely done! Can't wait to read more!!!!

  6. What an awesome idea. Looking forward to the next installment!

  7. well that got a little intense - chicks being smacked around - i don't know if i should even be allowed to read this

  8. I'm with SFTC, I may be too young and innocent to read this.

    Can't wait to read more!

  9. The story just keeps getting better and better. Can't wait to see what happens next. =)

  10. Ahhhhwwww, I love you a little more too. lol

    Great blog! Happy I found you. I'm only a week old on here and learning as I go. I will be back for sure!

    Christine (kiki)


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