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Raw Satisfaction Ch 01

Raw Satisfaction Ch 01

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Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

This story was a request from my good friend Angry Dutchman. The celeb choice and themes came from him, enjoy!

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Miami, Florida

Lights flickered in the distance. Blue and purple hues became visible briefly on the surface of the wooden bar. The wood grain was highlighted, showing wear from the surface fading away from years of use. Countless numbers of glasses and bottles slid across the bar in a rough timespan of at least fifteen years. This place went through multiple name changes and rebrandings over time. The pandemic saw its doors close and management change, along with the neon lights outside. Change came and went while a business like this stayed the same. No matter what name was lit up on the sign outside, the same people came and went as they did with the previous business. For anyone working here long enough, they became accustomed to seeing the same faces come and go in the passing weekdays. The bartender was one of the lucky ones to have kept his job between the new and old management buying out the business.

"One more?"

The bartender offered a smile to one of his most well-known customers. A man sat on the middle stool with an empty glass in front of him. Strands of gray hair were visible in places that once completed a jet black look. His face was always clean-shaved, showing a few wrinkles that would tell anyone that the man had seen his fair share of life. Anyone who worked at this place for more than a year knew Marcel's face. He came and went every Tuesday and Wednesday. Sometimes he showed up on a Thursday evening, but never on the weekend. His choice of drink was always Jack Daniels. Nothing fancy or special, as he liked to have three shots and then sit around. Few people who sat next to Marcel could say he engaged in any conversation besides the usual small talk. There was a time when he went by the name of Officer Favera. In another lifetime, it was Detective Favera. A man with a badge who carried himself with prestige.

He shook his head at the bartender, refusing another glass. Marcel could tell most people that he had lived several lifetimes. But he also knew that no one wanted to hear the stories of a disgraced former cop. Twenty-six years were erased from his life following a scandal that pushed him into retirement. The newspapers ate up the story in connection with a shootout that was reminiscent of days long gone in the city. There was no way he could get back the years lost at the job. Two divorces and many broken friendships and relationships had left him with nothing to gain or lose after walking away. If not for one mistake involving a friend at the job, he would probably still have his job at the vice department. Marcel knew all about regrets in life, but he still held his head high despite the tarnishing of his reputation. If the case had gone to trial, it may have proven dangerous for him to show his face in public like this.

Pride and glory were lost on him after he retired. There was no wife or family to go home to after retirement. Maybe that was why he decided to spend his weeknights at a bar like this. Marcel had opportunities to cash in on his long years of experience as a homicide detective, but he didn't want to see his face on camera anywhere. It would just be a reminder to everyone else involved in the one scandal that rocked the sixth precinct. Some years had passed, but the weight was still there in the back of his mind. People would forget something after a while and move on to the next scandal. That was the course of life. Marcel was happy to be forgotten and lost in time, but life was not the same. Adjusting to a lifestyle outside of being a cop had proven to be more difficult than he imagined. After his divorce ten years ago, he spent his time out on the street. The job was his life more than anything outside of it. To have that taken away had changed him as a man.

On a night like this, he couldn't help but think about the past. Five years ago, he would be out on the street, getting calls from dispatch to check crime scenes. Eleven years of his career were spent in the homicide division, working with the organized crime unit. To become desensitized to some of the things he witnessed was only normal. It left a numb feeling that he did not miss. Sitting there, gazing at his empty glass, Marcel listened to the door opening. He was the only person sitting at the bar, while a few others were sitting in private booths across the room. A jukebox sat against the wall, going unused most of the nights Marcel was here. Most of the songs were old hits that were easily recognizable from the 80s and 90s decades. Reminders of simpler times. He heard the door open behind him and the tapping of heels across the floor. A subtle sigh from a voice that sounded as if it belonged to a woman. He didn't turn to look until she moved to his right side. The bartender offered a friendly smile and nodded.

"What can I get you, ma'am?"

"A martini would be nice."

"Any special flavor?"

"Can you do strawberry?"

The bartender nodded with a smile.

"Give me just a minute, and I'll fix one up for you."

Marcel turned to glance around his right side, as the woman had a seat next to him. She sat her purse on the bar. It was a simple tote bag made up of pink faux leather with double straps. Locks of brunette hair covered her face. She seemed to know he was looking her way, so she turned to offer a friendly smile. A shade of light green eyes gazed back at him.

"Hello."

She greeted him with a nod.

"Hi there. I don't think I've ever seen you come in here before."

"Well, you wouldn't know me. This is my first time. I take it that you're a regular visitor here."

Marcel nodded at her with a smile. She looked to be at least twenty years younger than him upon first speculation of her age. A young woman getting out into the world and learning things. A white crop top covered her chest with a slight hint of cleavage. Her stomach was exposed, which would have revealed her belly button if only she were still standing. Denim blue jeans matched her white top to make a typical casual outfit. On first guess, Marcel wondered if she was a tourist. Knowing the type of people this town attracted, she could have been anyone.

"You have the look of a man who has seen his fair share of life. What's your name?"

"That's funny of you to say. I was just looking at you and thinking, I'm old enough to be your father or something."

She blushed, raising her eyebrows, before laughing at him. The bartender was busy making her drink as the conversation continued.

"You must be older than I first thought. What's your name?"

"Call me Marcel. Marcel Favera."

For a moment, he almost blurted out the words 'Officer Favera'. It came natural to him after so many years of introductions.

"My name is Nicola. Nicola Cavanis."

She gave her name the same way he spoke of his. Before he spoke again, the bartender set her martini glass in front of her.

"Thank you."

"No problem. If you want a second, just holler at me."

Her eyes shifted to Marcel as she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing out here? I take it that you're a tourist visiting town."

"Not a bad guess."

Marcel smiled. She finished sipping her glass and set it down. He rested his left hand under his chin while propping his elbow against the bar.

"So how old are you, Nicola?"

"I'm twenty-five. Do you have a daughter the same age as me?"

She teased him with that question. Marcel chuckled before answering.

"No, but I probably would've in another lifetime."

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Flashing her teeth in a smile, she giggled at him.

"That's funny. I thought you said that you were old enough to be my father. Are you mistaken?"

"I was just making an observation. I'm forty-eight, and you're twenty-five. That's quite a gap in years."

"I take it you have a wife back home? Kids?"

He shook his head at her words.

"I'm divorced. If I had someone to go back home to, I wouldn't spend my nights in a place like this. So what are you here for besides talking to some old bum like me?"

Nicola looked away from him for a moment. She seemed hesitant to answer, leaving Marcel to wonder if that was due to how quickly he changed the subject.

"I'm a model."

"Oh, yeah?"

Leaning back on the stool, Marcel took it upon himself to have a look at her slim figure. He didn't care if she was offended by his wandering eye. All she had to do was walk out of the bar, and he would just be a stranger for her to forget meeting. Nicola sat there and just laughed at him.

"Am I too skinny for you?"

"Nope. You look like a supermodel, now that I think about it. So, where are you from?"

"I'm from Germany. Where are you from?"

"I'm homegrown from Miami, Florida. I grew up about an hour from this place across town."

"You don't sound drunk, so I guess I have to believe you."

Her quip made the bartender laugh. Marcel glanced at the bar for a moment. It was odd for him to strike up a conversation with someone he had just met a few minutes ago. He knew better than to believe that romance was possible with a girl who walked into a bar. Something about her caught his interest.

"Did you move to Florida to try and model here?"

Nicola shook her head.

"No. If I wanted a new contract with an agency, I've already been offered something nice in L.A. Let's just say I'm looking to do something for myself that doesn't involve any type of management."

"You want to go solo?"

"Yes, exactly. I'm looking for someone who might be able to help me."

The bartender stepped his way towards them and offered a friendly smile before speaking.

"Marcel used to be a cop."

Those words were not something he expected. Marcel tried to hold back his smile as he saw the look of wonder on her face.

"You were a cop? Well, no wonder you want to talk to me. I guess I'm a person of interest."

She laughed at her own joke as he tried not to laugh for too long.

"Maybe you're right. I was a detective for most of my life. Something about you caught my eye when you walked in."

"Do I look like I'm wanted for questioning?"

Marcel smirked.

"Not unless the questions have to do with what you're wearing on a beach or walking down a runway."

Nicola smiled, shaking her head and laughing at him. She grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet to pay for the drink.

"I'll have another."

Leaning over, Marcel pulled out his wallet and slapped a few bills down on the bar.

"Let me pay for her drink and put two beers down on my tab."

She turned, smirking at him after the gesture.

"I guess I'm having a date with a lawful stranger tonight."

"The beers are for me. Don't worry, I'm not going to put you in handcuffs and leave in a squad car."

It was amusing to make her laugh. The bartender delivered two bottles opened for Marcel and fixed Nicola another martini. There was something about her that made him want to continue their discussion. One of the things he missed the most from his old job was the aspect of investigation. Not everyone had something to hide. Some people were just interesting, to say the least.

"So, tell me about your modeling. What brought you here?"

Sipping on her glass, Nicola was not ready to answer until she sat it down.

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"Well, it's like I said. I'm trying to do my own thing with my career. I want to manage myself on the side while I'm under contract with an agency."

Marcel nodded as she carried on.

"Are you aware of FansOnly?"

He nodded again.

"Yeah, I know what that is. I take it that you want to model on there without someone telling you what to do."

Grinning, Nicola slowly nodded her head. Marcel took a sip from the bottle as she replied.

"I've heard success stories about girls using FansOnly to do what they really want. I already make decent money from the jobs I get under contract, but I'd like to do something on my own terms, you know?"

With a nod, he lowered the bottle from his lips. Marcel thought to himself for a moment. It was a coincidence that he knew someone who could potentially help her.

"I take it that you're looking for a photographer?"

"No, I can do that myself. I need someone who can record on video."

That was even better to know. A small plan quickly formed in Marcel's mind.

"I know someone who could help you. A young man who, I guess you could say, is like a son to me. He's been out of work for some time looking for a lucky break."

"Really? Is he director or something?"

Marcel shook his head.

"No, he don't have any credits to his name like that. You won't have to look him up online since he hasn't made a name for himself yet. He was going to school for cinematography when he ran out of money. Let's just put it that way. How long are you going to be in town?"

"I'm here for the next two weeks."

"That gives you plenty of time then. Leave me your phone number, and I'll give you a call tomorrow."

Marcel saw her nod before reaching into her purse to fetch a pen and a yellow notepad. He was surprised at how easily she agreed to his help with little persuasion. That told him she may have been desperate to find someone outside of her agency without them knowing about her plans. After writing her number down on the notepad, she passed it to him with a smile.

"I never thought I would meet a stranger offer to help me in a place like this."

"I'm not just any stranger. I'm someone who can help you if you let me."

"Since you're an ex-cop, I expect you to do a little bit of homework before calling me."

Nicola winked. He sat there, watching her get up and grab her purse. Marcel and the bartender watched her walk away. She knew they were still going to be looking in her direction as she went for the door. A woman like that could keep a man's attention with her beauty alone. She reminded Marcel of women from his past. They came and went, leaving precious memories in the back of his mind. Behind every pretty face was something else. Marcel wondered what Nicola was trying to get out of life besides her modeling career. Coincidences happened regularly in the world, such as meeting a useful stranger in a quiet bar. That was something he learned after dozens of cases. He could not wait to get back home and put her name into an online search to see who she truly was. Marcel was not a cop anymore, but on a night like this, he couldn't help but feel that old glory as an investigator. Maybe that made him a good ex-cop, as someone once told him. He had something to look forward to now besides drinking.

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1 DAY LATER

Sunlight filled the bedroom, casting white lines between the mini-blinds and making a row of vertical lines, brightening the pastel pink wall. A laptop sat open on a small wooden desk across the room. A black leather chair was turned in the opposite direction, facing a bed made up of white sheets. On the desk sat an empty soda can from the previous night. A headset without the mic piece was plugged into the laptop with the cord dangling to the floor. In bed lay a young man in his mid-twenties, sleeping the afternoon away. It was a few minutes past 10 AM when the smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded the room. All thanks to someone quietly opening the door minutes earlier. Marcel hoped the scent of an early morning breakfast would be enough to awaken his young roommate from his current slumber. Sometimes it worked, but most times Marcel had to wake him up the old-fashioned way. He was like a father getting his son out of bed before noon.

"It's almost a quarter past ten. Come on, wake up!"

Marcel clapped his hands after speaking. He saw movement under the sheets, so he turned the light on to make sure that did the trick. Axel opened his eyes to a blur, still caught in a daze from the dream he was having.

"Get up so I can make you something to eat. You don't want to start the day without a hot meal. Want some coffee?"

"No thanks."

"You sure? It'll get your blood pumping."

A shower was what Axel preferred to wake himself up before drinking anything. He climbed out of bed and stretched his arms out. By now, he should've been used to Marcel getting him up every day before twelve. The older man lectured him about the importance of being awake before 12 PM. Axel had not thought much of it since dropping out of college. It was a miracle that he found a friend in Marcel who not only listened to his sorrows but also gave him a place to stay. He took the separate bedroom of Marcel's apartment in Coral Gables, not far from the university. It was by mere chance that they met at a club where Axel was getting wasted drinking. To hear Marcel say it, he saw something in the young man that reminded him of his own youth. There was talent and potential in him going to waste from a reckless lifestyle of partying and drinking. It was the only way Axel knew how to react to getting his first taste of life's bad luck hitting him in the face.

Axel had other reasons for moving to Miami besides college. After growing up in Pennsylvania, he wanted to live as far away from his family as possible. He expected life to change and become better without his parents watching over every little move he made. They were not around to prevent him from drinking once he reached campus. The first year of college was filled with partying and chasing after girls. Axel quickly shifted gears once he moved into cinematography classes. He thought he would land a job in a video production market in Wynwood. It never came once he ran out of money and had to drop out of college. Marcel kept him from going insane. In many ways, he was the father Axel never had since his own old man was too busy with his own career. It was a rude awakening to realize there was no path to becoming some big name film producer in the near future. But Marcel refused to give up on him.

After a quick shower, Axel put on a pair of dark blue leisure shorts and a white T-shirt. His face sported tiny dots of black hair after three days of not shaving. He became chubby after spending a year out of work. Marcel didn't force him to hunt for a job yet, but he believed the man would eventually make him pay rent. When Axel was not busy spending hours playing games, he was browsing the internet looking at models on social media. He was still a boy at heart, wishing for better days as he became lost in fantasies. Marcel always had a way of snapping him back into reality with his talks about life. The kitchen was made up of white walls matching the floor tiles and a small dinner table. Axel's plate was already prepared for him. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of orange juice made up his breakfast meal. He sat down and sighed while smelling the fresh food. Marcel shut off the oven before he joined Axel at the table.

"I guess you were up all night as usual. When I was your age, I didn't have time to play computer games all the time."

Sipping on the glass of orange juice, Axel gazed down at his plate. He knew better than to push back against this lecturing. Marcel stopped to chew on his piece of toast. He waited until he swallowed a bit of the food before speaking again.

"I've been waiting to tell you about something all morning. I think I've found an opportunity for you to get some work."

"What do you mean?"

Marcel smiled.

"I met a girl at a bar last night. She's a model looking for someone to do camera work for her."

"Photography?"

"No. She needs a videographer. She's trying to set up a FansOnly account."

"What's her name?"

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