Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2007 09:37:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Pendleton <rockin_rob888@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Beautiful People chapter 2

The following is a completely fictionalized version of some true events
that have taken place in my teenage life.  Most of the names and locations
have been changed to protect the innocent, but I've attempted to stay as
loyal to the story as possible.  If any of the content offends you, or you
are under the age of 18, you know where the back button is.  However, I
don't understand what you'd be doing on a gay website anyway.  I also
reserve all of the rights to this story and all of the stories that may
follow it.  Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

I have written the following in the form of a screenplay for a television
show.  I'd love to get some feedback from those of you who enjoy reading
this story as much as I have writing it. (rockin_rob888@yahoo.com)


Chapter 2
King of the Corona


Setting: The Spartan Theatre.  A crowd of people sit in a pitch black
theatre watching as an excellent battle between a crew of pirates and a
monstrous sea creature breaks out.  The camera drops onto one row of movie
goers, slowly crawling right.  The camera rests on Ashley as she gazes,
awestruck, at the movie screen.

Ashley: "I love going to the movies with you."

(She looks over at Rob, sitting next to her, who is lip-locked with the
cute boy next to him.  Ashley has a hold of Rob's right hand, while his
free hand is exploring the treasures of the boy's pants.  Ashley rolled her
eyes and returned her focus to the movie.)

***

(Main Title/Opening Credits)

***

(Camera drops down from the sky, focused on a shimmering, circular
nightclub.  A giant crown sat as the building's dome.  Giant neon signs
illuminated the words "Club Corona", and "Topless Women", and giant neon
pink dancing women.  Cut to inside of club.  Several under aged teens
jumped in rhythm to the pulsing music on the dance floor.  Multicolored
lights flashed on and off.  Several half-dressed women danced in cages with
young men hanging from them, handing the dancers money.  On the main stage,
a young teenage girl dropped down from the ceiling.  She was dressed in
tight leather and high-heel boots.  Her long black hair was in curls.  Her
pale skin was covered up with loads of makeup.  All the guys and girls in
the dancing pit began cheering when a spotlight lit up her pole.)

Rob (O.S.): "The Club Corona, the hangout hot spot for every kid in
St. Paul and Minneapolis.  I.D. was required at the door, no one under
twenty-one, fortunately, every kid in St. Paul and Minneapolis had a fake
I.D., thanks to our own Corey Freeman.  The spicy vixen on center stage is
Lacey Collins, the youngest stripper on the Club Corona staff.  Lacey and I
met I was in the tenth grade and she was a senior and had been friends ever
since.  Lacey stripped for money, like everyone else, but Lacey was heading
for the Police Academy after she had enough to buy a car."

(Lacey thrust her crotch into the face of some young adult, half drunk and
completely unaware of the scenario unfolding around him.  He removed a
twenty dollar bill from his wallet and slipped it into Lacey's belt.  As
Lacey stood up, a stripper came up from behind her and placed her hand on
her shoulder.  She was dressed in a tight leather, pink two piece bikini
with a semitransparent gown.  Lacey locked eyes with her and the crowd
began to cheer.  The two females locked lips in a nasty kiss.)

***

(Lacey stepped through the double doors of the Kingston.  Rob, Ashley, and
Tyler were already seated at the bar.  Rob was dressed in his work clothes,
his blue shirt un-tucked and unbuttoned.  Ashley was dressed in normal
street clothes.  Tyler was wearing his work uniform, a red shirt and black
slacks.  Lacey had on a black miniskirt with a leopard skin print jacket
and fishnet stockings.  The three at the bar greeted her as she walked in.
Becky walked by with a towel thrown over her shoulder and two beers in her
hands.  Lacey dropped her pocketbook on the bar and slumped into one of the
barstools.)

Ashley: "So, how was work?"

Lacey: "Murder.  The people there are such perverts."

Rob: "Um, it's a strip joint, most people that go there are."

Ashley: "How much did you make?"

(Lacey pulled a roll of bills from her jacket pocket and dropped it on the
bar.)

Lacey: "Five hundred twenty-two dollars."

Tyler: "And eighty-five cents."

Lacey: "Huh!  If I'm getting paid in quarters and dimes, I'm doing
something horribly wrong."

(The group laughed as Becky leaned on the bar in front of them.)

Ashley: "How much more do you need till you can get your new car?"

Lacey: "Two hundred give or take, and tomorrow night is a Friday.  I'll be
rolling in cash like a virgin hooker."

Tyler: "You are a virgin hooker."

Rob: "Prosti-tot."

Tyler: "What?"

Lacey: "What?"

Rob: "A virgin prostitute... a prosti-tot."

(Tyler and Lacey shook their heads.)

Rob: "Speaking of virgins, how'd that date of yours go?"

Tyler: "Fantastic!  He's new at it though.  Couldn't tell if he should kiss
me or pay me.  Hey, Lacey, I could get a job at the Corona!"

Lacey: "Fuck off."

Becky: "No swearing at my bar unless you're drunk, and you kids had better
be nowhere near drunk."

Rob: "No, but I'm pretty close to passing out.  What time is it?"

(Becky hurried off to take a drink order.)

Ashley: "Ten forty.  You have to be home at eleven, right?"

Rob: "Yeah.  I should get going.  I don't want a repeat of this morning."

Ashley: "What happened this morning?"

Tyler: "What happened this morning?"

Lacey: "What happened this morning?"

(Camera holds on Rob's face.  A bright white light illuminates the picture,
then flashback to earlier that day.)

***

Lisa: "You're gonna be late!"

(Rob lay face down on his bed, the same spot he had landed the night
before.  His mother pulled back the drapes and opened the blinds on his
windows, letting the early morning sunlight pour into the room.)

Rob: "Late for what?"

Lisa: "Don't you ever look at that schedule?"

Rob: "What are you talking about?"

Lisa: "You're opening this morning!  And you have to at the theatre in
fifteen minutes!"

(Rob sat up.  He tugged on the legs of his green boxers to hide his early
morning erection.  He quickly glanced at the alarm clock.  It was quarter
till nine.)

Rob: "What are you doing at home?"

Lisa: "I'm still packing.  Remember?  I have a business trip to go on at
the end of the week."

Rob: "Oh yeah.  Did you wash-"

(A pair of black slacks and a blue shirt landed in Rob's lap.  His mother
left the room.)

Rob: "Thanks?"

(He stood up and slipped the boxers off.  He quickly shut the door and then
looked himself over in the mirror.  He observed his pecks, his abs, and the
light trail of hair leading down to his softening penis, his thighs, his
calves, and his feet.  Rob was not athletic at all, but was obsessed with
looking his best, so he lifted weights in the winter and swam in the
summer.  It was the summer, and he had a good tan going.  He rummaged
through his drawer and found a pair of black and blue boxers, slipped them
on, and then jumped into the black slacks.  He pulled a wife beater on and
headed to the bathroom.  Five minutes later, he headed down the stairs.
His mom was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of oatmeal for herself.)

Lisa: "Okay, I'm cutting an hour off your curfew, so home by eleven.  I
took your iPod and your PSP.  Maybe all this will inspire you to behave
just a little bit.  I'm going shopping tonight to stock up for while I'm
gone.  I'll be calling the house at five after eleven.  You had better pick
up.  I probably won't get in till late.  I'm taking you brother with me.
Take your shower and be ready for bed before I get home."

Rob: "Anything else?"

Lisa: "No.  That should be it.  Be careful driving.  Love you, honey."

Rob: "Bye, Mom."

(Rob stepped out the door and walked down the driveway to his truck.  He
started the engine and backed out of the driveway.  He glanced over at the
passenger seat.  An orange prescription bottle rested in the crack between
the seat and the back rest.  He picked up the bottle and removed the cap.
A single pill rolled into his palm.  Rob closed his eyes and took the
pill.)

***

Ashley: "So, you're grounded.  So what?"

Rob: "I haven't been grounded since I was like five!"

Tyler: "Cry us a river, build us a bridge, and get-"

Rob: "The fuck over it.  Yeah, that's my line.  I'll see you guys
tomorrow."

Lacey: "Speaking of tomorrow, there's no age limit at the Corona.  You guys
coming?  There's a live band and free drinks..."

(Lacey caught Becky's eye.)

Lacey: "Non-alcoholic, of course!"

Tyler: "I don't see why not.  I can invite my new friend."

Ashley: "Sure, I'll be there."

Rob: "If I can get off work early... and out of the house."

Ashley: "But your mom leaves at noon tomorrow, right?"

Rob: "Yeah.  I'll let Matt go over to Corey's house.  His brother and my
brother are friends.  I think they're still friends."

Lacey: "Corey's gonna be at the Corona."

Rob: "Whatever.  I'll be there.  Night, guys."

(Rob threw his hand in the air and walked out the doors of the Kingston.
He climbed into his truck and began the drive home.)

***

(Commercial Break)

***

(Rob pulled into the driveway at his house.  He got out of the truck and
walked up the drive and entered the house through the kitchen.  The light
from the living room was still on.  As he rounded the corner, he expected
to see his little brother sitting on the couch watching TV, instead, much
to his surprise, it was Will.)

Will: "Hi."

(Rob was speechless.)

Will: "You seem happy to see me."

(Rob remained quiet.  Will got off the couch and walked over to his
ex-boyfriend.)

Will: "Lacey says you been getting a lot of action since our breakup."

Rob: "Yeah, so?"

Will: "Oh, nothing.  I was just expecting you to, you know, mourn a little
and then we could work out our differences and get back together."

Rob: "You broke up with me."

Will: "Yes, I did... biggest mistake of my life."

Rob: "So, are you moving back in with your parents?"

Will: "No.  Joey and I are just here for the weekend."

(Rob winced at Joey's name.)

Will: "Sorry, forgot.  But, since I'm here, you wanna mess around?"

Rob: "Oh, what, sympathy sex?  I talked to Lacey too.  She said you've been
nothing but a bag of shit since you dumped me.  Do you want me back?"

Will: "I told you.  Not until you graduate."

Rob: "Fuck that.  If you want me, I still want you."

(Will moved closer to Rob.  He put his hand on the back of Rob's neck and
pulled him to his face.  Will gently kissed Rob's lips.  Rob closed his
eyes as Will continued to kiss him.  Moments that seemed like hours passed
as Will made love to Rob's mouth.  He finally stopped and stepped
backwards.)

Will: "I've been trying, you know."

Rob: "Trying what?"

Will: "To, uh, (sniff), stop."

(Will sat down on the couch.  Rob sat down next to him and was ready to
kiss him when the phone rang.  Rob climbed into Will's lap and grabbed the
telephone on the side table.)

Rob: "Hello?  Yes, I am.  How else would I have answered the house phone?
Okay.  I will.  Ten minutes.  Okay.  Bye."

Will: "Was that your mommy?"

Rob: "Yes.  She say's I've been a bad boy lately.  Shouldn't I be
punished?"

(Will began unbuttoning Rob's shirt.  He leaned back as Will rubbed his
nipples through the wife beater.  Rob pulled the wife beater over his head
and kissed Will's lips.  Will unbuttoned his own pale purple shirt and
pulled it off.  Rob slid his hands up Will's sides and pulled the wife
beater over his head.  Rob was more than horny now.  He had waited forever
to do this with Will.  Even though they had dated before, they had never
had sex.  Will kept finding reasons to put it off.  But tonight, nothing
was holding either of them back.  Rob quickly unbuttoned his own pants,
yanked down the zipper and wrestled to get the black slacks off.  He sat
there in Will's lap in his tented, black and blue boxers, ready to get the
shit fucked out of him.  As his tongue explored the forgotten regions of
Will's mouth, Rob's hands explored the back of Will's pants.  He had both
his hands down the elastic of Will's boxers and was playfully gripping his
warm, round ass.)

Will: "Head lights!"

Rob: "What?"

(Sure enough, the head lights from Rob's mom's car poured into the kitchen.
Will grabbed his clothes and headed for the backdoor.  Rob followed him.)

Will: "You're going to the Corona tomorrow night, right?"

Rob: "Yeah, are you?"

Will: "Of course."

Rob: "Then I will definitely be there."

(Will quickly kissed Rob's lips then ran out the door and across the yard
to his own house.  Rob shut and locked the door, grabbed his clothes and
rushed to the top of the stairs, just as the kitchen door opened up.  He
darted into the bathroom and jumped into the shower.  The warm water poured
over his naked body.  He smiled, thinking about what had just almost
happened, and what could happen tomorrow night.)

***

(Commercial Break)

***

Rob (O.S.): "What had almost happened last night left a world of
possibilities swimming through my mind about what could very well happen
tonight, given the unlikely absents of Joey Shaw and Will's willingness to
take me back.  After my mom's plane took off, I called in sick to work, let
my brother go swim at a friend's house, and met with Ashley and Tyler at
the Kingston.  Tonight was mine."

Tyler: "My car broke down!  Unless one of you two has a full tank of gas,
or forty dollars to fork over for a full tank of gas, we're screwed!"

Rob (O.S.): "Or, maybe not..."

Rob: "Don't worry, I filled up this morning when I was dropping Matt off at
the James's."

Rob (O.S.): "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that."

Tyler: "Great!  Let's roll."

Ashley: "Wait."

Tyler: "What now?"

Ashley: "I don't know.  I just feel like something's gonna happen tonight."

Tyler: "Oh, something's definitely going to happen tonight.  Now stop being
such a cock-block and let's go!"

(The three kids piled into Rob's white Toyota and pulled out into the
street.  Within ten minutes, they were walking to the elevator in the
parking structure next to the Club Corona.  The rusted silver doors of the
elevator slid open and the three teens climbed aboard.  A couple already
occupied the elevator.)

Tyler: "Wow."

(The guy and the girl were all over each other.  The girl was pressed into
the corner, her legs lifted and wrapped around the guy's hips, her blonde
curls draped around her face.  His jeans were slightly lowered, his blue
and green polka-dot boxers exposed and the top of the crack of his cute ass
was showing.  The girl's eyes were clenched shut.  She bit her bottom lip
as the guy gave a thrust forward.  His face was buried in her cleavage.
All that could be seen of him was the back of his head, his jet black hair
shaved down.  The girl slightly opened her eyes to look at the audience
before another forceful thrust came from the guy's hips.  The three teens
watched, slightly confused.)

Ashley: "What?  The fact that we're in an eight foot by six foot box with
two people fucking each other's brains out or that he's really cute?"

Tyler: "Oddly, a little of both."

(As the kids stepped off the elevator, they could hear the girl scream out
and the guy moan in pleasure as he reached his orgasm.  Lacey waved as she
spotted the three teens crossing the small street between the parking
structure and the strip club.  She ran forward and hugged Ashley, and then
greeted the two boys before they made their way into the crowded club.
Camera cuts to two sweaty, defined, shirtless teenage boys dancing wildly
amongst the flashing multicolored lights.  Tyler smiled as he looked around
at all the fresh meat.)

Tyler: "See ya later.  Good luck with Will."

(Tyler molded into the crowd and vanished.  Lacey followed Ashley inside,
her arms over her head.  Rob scanned the crowd for Will, nothing.  Ashley
walked up beside him and yelled into his ear over the blaring
erotica-techno music.)

Ashley: "I'm gonna go look into those free drinks.  You want anything?"

Rob: "No, I'm good."

(As Ashley turned and walked away, with Lacey right behind her, the live
band took the stage at the center of the dance floor.  The crowd began
cheering and applauding as the band got out their guitars.  The lead singer
announced the name of the band and the song over the microphone, but Rob
was too distracted with looking for Will to listen to him.)

(Cue Music: The Strokes, Juice-box)

(Rob continued to look around the club as the music started.  He had never
heard the song before, and with the combined sounds of one thousand
screaming teenagers and faulty sound equipment, the song sucked.  That's
when he spotted the object of his desire, alone at the bar.  Rob began to
push his way toward Will when he spotted a young girl that had just joined
him.  He reached over and pinched her ass as she whispered into his ear.
Camera zooms in on Rob's left eye.  It twitches slightly.  Cut to Rob's
feet.  All the surrounding sounds of the club faded into the background and
the music becomes main audio.  Camera begins spiraling, slowly, upward back
to Rob's face.)

(Nobody can see me,

Everything's too easy,

Standing in the light field,

Standing in the light field,

Waiting for some actress,

Waiting for some actress to say,

"Why won't you come over here?")

(A stripper on one of the poles on one of the side stages motioned for Rob
to come to her, and in his anger, he obliged.)

(Why won't you come over here,

We've got a city to love.

Why won't you come over here,

We've got a city to love.)

(The stripper went to the bottom of the pole and slowly made her way back
to a standing position while rubbing her crotch on the pole.  Rob made his
way to the stage and up the stage.  He wrapped his arms around the stripper
as she wrapped her legs around his.)

(Old time love song,

Died so simply.

You never trust me,

For a while it was nice,

But its time to say bye.)

(Rob and the stripper kissed on the stage.  Everyone's attention turned
from the band to the scene on the stripper pole.  Camera cut to lead
singer's face.)

(Call yourself cold,

You're so cold,

You're so cold.)

(Rob began dry humping the stripper's crotch and everyone screamed.)

(Oh, no, no, no,

Call yourself cold,

You're so cold,

You're so cold.)

(Will looked up at the stage and caught Rob's eye.  He winked and began
sloppily kissing the stripper once more.  Will shook his head and walked
away from the bar, leaving the girl behind.)

(Oh, no, no, no,

Call yourself cold,

You're so cold,

You're so cold.)

(Rob smiles one more time before camera cuts back to lead singer's face.)

(Oh, baby,

You're so cold.)

(Cue End Music)

(Camera cuts to outside of the Club Corona.  It's late.  Rob walked ahead
of the group as the other three walked behind him, discussing the night's
events.)

Rob: "Tyler, I didn't see your boyfriend there."

Tyler: "Because he's not my boyfriend.  We're just talking.  Besides, you
were probably too busy making sure everyone saw you up there with that
stripper."

Lacey: "And the next time you decide to make a scene, make sure it's with
me.  I'm the only broad in their without herpes."

Rob: "Herpes?"

(Rob held his hand up to the corner of his mouth and stopped walking.  The
other three passed him and headed for the parking structure.  As they
boarded the elevator, they found the girl from earlier, crying in the
corner.)

Lacey: "What's the matter, honey?"

Lilly: "Why didn't you... help me?"

Ashley: "What?"

Lilly: "I looked right at you...  You just stared at me."

Ashley: "What do you mean?"

Lilly: "He fucking raped me!"

Tyler: "Who?"

Lilly: "That guy."

Ashley: "What was his name?"

Lilly: "I...  I don't know."

Tyler: "Well, what did he look like?"

Lilly: "Shaved head, really cute, except for that scar that ran from the
bridge of his nose down to his lip."

Rob: "Damien."

Ashley: "Damien."

Tyler: "Damien."

Lacey: "Damien."

Rob (O.S.): "It pained me to say it, but Damien Salazar had struck again.
All the evil in the world was pent up inside that single living thing, and
its name was Damien, the son of Lucifer, the Antichrist himself.  But this
time, we will get revenge."

(End Credits)