Play to Pay:Chapter 6

Jezie and Olaf sat on the blanket watching as the sun slowly sunk beneath the ground. The gorgeous orange after glow was still apparent and tears began to form at the corners of Jezebel’s eyes. She hoped he wouldn’t notice, but alas, he did.

“What is wrong?”

“Its nothing. Its just that when I was very small my father used to bring me to this park to play. He would plan on leaving before dusk but somehow we always ended up watching the sunset. He left us you know. I know it was because of my Mom’s drinking and cocaine addictions, but I always wonder why he didn’t take me with him. Why he would leave and subject me to my mother.”

“You speak with wisdom well beyond your years.”

Jezie smiled and stood up. She dusted the imaginary dirt from her skirt and legs. She began to pick up the things from the blanket, laying them softly in the basket. Olaf stood up and together they folded the yellow blanket that they had been sitting on. When their hands met, both practically jumped away at the electricity they seemed to create. Jezie began to giggle uncontrollably and soon Olaf joined her with his deep, booming laugh. Soon they were both clutching their stomachs, almost doubling over from the laughter.

Soon they stopped and made their way down the hill and out the wrought iron gates of Seymour Park just as the police officer was locking them. They laughed and joked and pushed each other around as they walked back to Jezebels house.

She was impressed. They had spent an entire evening together, alone and in close quarters, and yet nothing. He hadn’t done so much as try to kiss her. Never had Jezie been with such a gentlemen. This was the first time in her entire life that Jez was actually thinking about making the first move. This wasn’t in her expertise. How would she go about something like that. She had never been placed in a situation like this before…

Jezebel had become so absorbed in her thoughts, that they were now standing on the stoop of her apartment building. A wave of embarrassment crashed over her. The building was not well maintained and it obviously showed that she was not well off. She had very little issue getting naked in front of hundreds of strangers, but show someone she cares about her home and she would rather die.

Care about? Did she really care about Olaf. It seemed like it. She couldn’t get him out of her head, he was the first thing she thought about in the mornings and the last thought in her mind before she drifted off to sleep. So absorbed in her thoughts, she didn’t even realize it when Olaf leaned in to kiss her.

When his lips met hers it was like fire. The warmth was incredible. She had never been kissed with such passion or caring. In fact, this was the first time she had WANTED to be kissed.

Pulling away, Jezie asked, “Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?”

“Only coffee? I don’t want to rush this. I’m not interested in you for your body or because of your reputation. I want to get to know your spirit and your soul long before that. I’ll only come up if you’re sure you want to just talk more over coffee.”

Jez smiled to herself, never before had someone seemingly cared so much for her, “I promise. I’ll be a good little girl.”

Olaf pulled her to him and growled, “Hopefully not for the entirety of our relationship.”

They kissed and Jezie reached into her skirt to get the key. She unlocked the outer door and held it open as Olaf walked inside.

“Why thank you!” he said, curtseying past her.

Jez laughed as she allowed the door to close behind them. She just couldn’t stop smiling. He brought out true happiness in her. And that was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time. When they reached Jezie’s room she listened at the door for a moment. Her mother was still gone, thank God. If she had been home she probably would have hit on Olaf. She opened the door and held it, once again Olaf curtseyed when he passed her. Jez closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place.

“Feel free to sit down. I’ll go change and get the water boiling.”

Jez walked into the kitchen, got out the biggest, cleanest pan in the cupboard, and filled it with distilled water. She set it on the stove, turned it on high, and walked back towards her room to change. She pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a ratty old tee-shirt that read “Davidson Cheer Clinic: 1995”. That was back when they had the money to afford things like that. She had stripped naked, had the pants on, and was just getting ready to pull on the pink shirt when Olaf walked into the room and saw her perky breasts on display. He was mesmerized. Seeing her naked on stage was one thing, but the real deal paled in comparison. Even if it was only her upper half.

Jezie tried to cover herself and Olaf excused himself saying, “Sorry, sorry, I was just looking for the restroom.”

She pointed him in the right direction, finished changing and went into the kitchen to finish making their coffee. She had barely set the mugs on the table before someone began pounding at the door. Thinking it was her mother coming home early, Jez threw open the door without checking the peep hole. Big mistake.

She was pulled by her hair out into the hallway. Her captor shut the door and proceeded to punch her in the face, stomach, and breast, in that order.

“What the fuck Tony,” said Jezebel as she spit blood out onto the floor.

“I saw you bring that guy home. What happened to going out with a friend?”

“He is a friend. We don’t do anything like that, for goodness sake. Paranoid much?”
Tony kicked her hard in the stomach and sent her flying against the wall. At that moment Olaf came out into the hallway, shocked to see his date crumpled on the floor, blood all around her.

“What the hell is going on out here?”

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