First of, I'd like to thank Infinitestrings. Thanks for your help on descriptions in the story and this one's for you friend, hope you like it. A lot of you e-mailed me for Alyson Hannigan and Michelle Trachtenberg when my first Sarah Michelle Gellar story came out. I know it took me a long time to finally get around to them.It is in the SFD series so it won't be as good as a story if it was solely dedicated to Michelle Trachtenberg. SFD tends to be more about the characters I've built up over the celebs, so I hope you guys like it.
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I pulled up in front of the club and tossed my keys to the Earl, the valet. I walked up to the entrance.
"What's up Travis?" I said shaking his hand.
"You got a message." Travis handed a piece of paper. It read: 'We need to meet up- Alecia Moore.'
"Who the hell is Alecia Moore?" I asked Travis.
"I think that's the singer Pink." He replied.
"Fuck this then." I said scrunching it up tossing it into the bin near the entrance. I walked into the club and sat down on one of the stools in front of the bar. I was sat next to someone, I looked at him and the guy was Busta Rhymes.
"Hey Kash!" Busta said, holding my hand and pulled me towards him and patted me on the back, so I patted him on the back as well.
"How's it going kid?" He asked.
"Good." I replied. "You just enjoying the club or you here for something else?"
"I'm here for the show tonight!" Busta Rhymes said, sounding very cheery.
"What show?" I asked.
"The one I'm doing." Busta said, with a huge smile on his face
"Oh yeah! That show!" I pretended like I remembered. "I thought that was next Friday. Don't worry Bust, Stefan's got it all hooked up."
"For sure!" He laughed. "I catch up with you later kid." I don't know why, but he kept referring to me as 'Kid.' I went to the back, into the office and saw Stefan sitting there with his leg up on the desk checking out the security cameras on the numerous TV screens on the walls.
"What's Bust Rhymes talking about? A show?" I asked Stefan.
"Oh yeah! That! I hooked a little something up a couple of weeks back when you were in Hawaii. They do a live shows, free style's, we record it and sell it. Make a shit load of money. You know it costs millions to get a rapper to do an album for you. We get them to do it for free and in return, we give them some drugs for free for the agreed time. A win situation for us." Stefan said. It was actually a very good idea. I was kind of jealous I didn't think of it.
"I've had fliers up and we've been promoting this gig for over a week. You haven't noticed?" Stefan asked.
"No I hadn't noticed." I said. Melissa had managed to keep my mind pre-occupied ever since she had that OD.
"There's one of those sandwich board at the front of the club advertising it."
"Who's they?" I asked, going back to what he first said. He looked at me confused. "You said they do a live show, mainly free style's."
"Oh they!" He said realising what I was talking about. "They are rappers, singers, any one we can get hold of."
"Singers don't do freestyle's"
"We do a live album of them." Stefan replied.
"Look at you!" I smiled. "You got everything all planned out."
"Well, you were getting the credit for everything. The club, the mass selling, even the prostitution idea!"
"That's because they were all my ideas." I said with a smug look on my face, picking up the case on the table with the Cuban cigars.
"Exactly!" Stefan said. "I just seem like some jerk off following you around, trying to ride of your success, so I figure it's about time I got the credit for something."
"And that's when you came up with the idea." I said cutting the end of the cigar off.
"Exactly!" Stefan said pulling out his lighter. "Light?"
"Thanks!" I said as he lit the end of the cigar for me. "So..." I said taking a puff. "How much free stuff do they get?"
"Depends on the artist. Busta Rhymes will be getting six months."
"Six months?!" I said shocked.
"That ain't nothing." Stefan said. We sell a hundred CD's at $10 each, that $1000 and let's face it, we'll go near a thousand, which is $10,000. You think Busta Rhymes will spend that much in six months?" He had it all thought out.
"So what are you gonna do? Sell them in the club?" I asked.
"Our web site." He said. "I made an extension on our site where you can buy the CD's. We have an actual CD shop." I walked around to the other side of the table and looked as he showed the site. He had it all planned out very well.
"I'm silenced." I said, walking around the table and onto the couch. Stefan laughed.
"The more people we get, the bigger the on line store will get. Plus we charge for them to get into the club."
"Hold on! Where are they gonna perform?"
"We move the poles, where the strippers are, set up some sound equipment and bang, you got a stage. The next morning, we move the equipment and set up the poles, until the next live performance."
"Do we have anything that needs to be done today?" I asked.
"Yeah. That guy, Ryan Ashmore, he owes us money. He's was suppose to pay two months ago."
"How much?"
"$25,000." Stefan replied.
"Have you tried to contact him?"
"Doesn't answer his phone."
"So we're out $25,000?" I said getting pissed off.
"At the beginning of the day we were. Like a dumb fuck, he walked in an hour ago with his brother Sean." Stefan said pressing some keys on the keyboard and bringing up the surveillance footage on the numerous TV screens that we had on the wall. He paused the screen, on when they entered. "That's him, his brother and that piece of ass with his brother is Michelle Trachtenberg." I looked up at the screen. Michelle was cute. She had on black pants, a purple top, that was a little tight.
"What are they doing now?" Stefan went to them. The three of them were sat at a desk with a couple. Alyson Hannigan and Alexis Denisof. "A whole Buffy thing going on there." I commented.
"Yeah!" Stefan laughed. "Should I get Mongo to bring 'em up?" I nodded. Stefan made the call. I went over and sat down on the couch. We saw Mongo go up to them and say something to Ryan. He tried to get away but Mongo grabbed him and hauled him back. In less than a minute, the door opened and Mongo dashed Ryan in and stood at the door. Ryan fell on to the floor, he quickly got up.
"Take a seat!" Stefan gestured to the seat in front of the desk.
"Do you know why you're here?" I asked. Ryan. He looked over at me and than at Stefan. He looked a little confused. Me and Stefan are usually sat the other way around.
"I'll get your money." He said sounding a little scared. The intercom buzzed. Stefan pressed the button.
"Sean Ashmore is coming to the back."
"We didn't say he could." Stefan said.
"He just charged through."
"Mongo, take him to one of the 'interrogation' rooms." We made up the 'interrogation' room, which was where we took people and tortured them until we got we wanted. The door burst open and Sean Ashmore burst in with Michelle Trachtenberg right behind him.
"What the fuck is going on?" He said, raising his voice.
"Chill out Ice Man!" I said making a reference to the X-Men character that made him famous.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me to chill out?" He said, his voice still loud. "I come here with my brother and girl and this is how you treat us?" I stood up walking up to him.
"First of all." I started off, blowing smoke on to his face. "Lower your voice. Second of all. Your brother owes us $25,000." Sean looked shocked. "That's without interest."
"I can pay that." He said. "What did he use it for?"
"Drugs? Gambling? Women?" Stefan said. "Who knows? All we know is that he owes us Β£25,000 plus the agreed interest for the time borrowed and for the two months that it's overdue by."