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Date Posted: Thursday, September 24, 07:16:03pm
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's message, "Writer's Block 38+" on Tuesday, September 22, 10:21:44pm
“Is the Ice Queen trying to lose weight on my behalf?” Jurgen loudly declared as Nikita sat in the dining hall with breakfast on her plate. She woke up to find Michael and Walter dosing on the boulder outside of her tent and felt horribly guilty about their worries. She was a grown woman and there was no reason why two men had to guard her. Knowing that the girls were due to start arriving today after lunch, Nikita told herself that she had to pull herself together and eat like an adult.
Nikita bite into the toast as she ignored Jurgen. It was hard because he shouted everything and he was approaching her table. She had arrived at the table when it was full but the one person had left recently, leaving a seat open. She knew that there was no doubt that Jurgen was going to sit there.
“Oh… I didn’t pay you money so you would talk to me… I’m sorry. Do I get an answer if I give you ten dollars?” Jurgen rudely questioned as he dropped a ten on the table so that it floated towards Nikita. She swallowed back all of her reactions and continued to force her toast down her throat. Men like Jurgen just wanted a response.
“Wait… your pimp isn’t here to tell you what to do. You can’t do anything without him whispering and telling you what to do… I bet that he has bed privileges… Is he a fuck buddy, Nikita?” Jurgen continued to harass her. The ladies at the table glared at Jurgen but did not say anything in response. They hated to admit it, but they sort of wanted to know the stories of what had happened. They all read Nikita Wirth’s books and fancied that she had a very exciting life.
“That is it, right?” Jurgen laughed as he sat down a couple seats away from Nikita. “He is the man that gives you all of the naughty material for the book… Does he have a really big one? Is that how he stops you from hopping into the sack with other men? Is that why you teased me? Is the little bald man hung down to his knees and that is what you need? Don’t you want to feel a thick man?”
“Enough,” Nikita hissed as she stood up and glared at Jurgen. “We never dated.”
“Yes, we did,” Jurgen smiled back as he was happy to have Nikita talking. He thought he had the upper hand. Nikita knew that he thought he had the power, but she didn’t care any more. She didn’t care if he sold his wild stories to the media. They had written worse about her so why should she really care. It was probably along the lines of what Mick would want either way for media headlines.
“You blackmailed me into going out with you,” Nikita classified quickly as she didn’t move her focus off of the man that was torturing her. He was just one person in her life that she had allowed them to have the power and it was over. She had to be the person she was and she had to find a way to let her voice out.
“Oh… I hate you making such accusations… I mean… we met when you bought a used car…” Jurgen touched his hand to his chest as he acted like he was sad for Nikita.
“You never did care to get the whole story, did you, Jurgen?” Nikita fired back as she pushed her chair away from the table and placed it back as she stood ramrod straight in front of him. “Do you care to know about why I bought that used car that you damaged in the parking lot on Friday?”
“Because you are cheap,” Jurgen laughed as he shook his head. “You get free clothes from designers but would only wear clothes that you could buy in the mall on our dates.”
“We didn’t date,” Nikita declared again as her hands clenched into fists. “I bought a used car because I was blindly listening to a financial adviser who didn’t want me to donate money to a charity… but he had helped me get the money for a brand new Mercedes out of one of my accounts… I didn’t think it was part of my life to take full control of my funds… but this time, I just wanted to help a YMCA that was going to close if I didn’t find a way to donate money to them…”
Jurgen laughed and rolled his head from side to side. “Likely story… it’s amazing how writers and just make up stories.”
“I went to that YMCA. And because I didn’t want my financial manager to know that I was donating the money… I had to do it with no credit… and I didn’t want any credit. They got me thru school when there was no one else in my life… they gave me the experience of doing dressage… You didn’t know that about me, right?” Nikita questioned as her voice was now strong and loud in the room. Everyone was sitting there and stunned. Michael stood to the back, watching it all unfold.
“You didn’t want the media to know that you bought a used car…” Jurgen spoke but he wasn’t as loud or confident as before.
“Yeah, I didn’t want the media to know… So I let you blackmail me… and I let you have the power… and I let you say the craziest things about me… I never stopped it and I was wrong for that,” Nikita pushed at the chair and looked at Jurgen. “But you should look at what the stories about me that you are telling people make you look like. You are the ass, Jurgen. You are the dictator that held something that should have been innocent and actually praised, over my head for your benefit. We didn’t go to fancy places, but you wanted everyone to know that you were out with the Nikita Wirth.”
“That was a disappointment,” Jurgen muttered and Nikita nodded her head. “Yeah… Nikita Wirth isn’t as fun as Stormy Heights. That would be because Stormy Heights is a fictional character in a book. She isn’t real. She doesn’t exist and if she was real, she would throw you to the street in a heartbeat because never as she been with an ass like you are.”
“Nikita… you are fake…” Jurgen declared as he was stunned with what Nikita was doing.
“Fake?” Nikita questioned and nodded her head. “Yeah… aren’t we all fake in some ways. You act like you are happy making fun of what you perceive me to be… a cocktease as you say… but that’s fake… You truly are worried about what I didn’t see in you… what was wrong with you… and it was practically everything about you that was wrong, Jurgen.”
Nikita walked over towards Jurgen and stood behind him. “I did a good thing buying that car and I let you do bad things to me. I’ll never make a mistake about that again. I’ll never listen to my advisors either way anymore… I want people to know that I helped save that YMCA. I am the reason why they are still running and I’m the reason why two girls got to learn what dressage is… I did that… I did that with money that I made. I don’t have to regret having money… I don’t regret having money. For the first time in my life I do have money… but I’m also not going to waste it in a way that you deem is right because I’m famous!’
“Now you are acting like you are a fucking angel,” Jurgen lewdly swept his eyes up and down Nikita’s body, stopping to look at the juncture of her legs and then her breasts. “But darling, I’d do you right here on the table if you wanted me too even after that lecture you just gave me. You dressed me down… yummy…”
Nikita recoiled quickly, slapping her hand against his cheek and then she turned before Jurgen could grab her. Michael stepped forward and stopped Jurgen from getting up and going after Nikita. He had to go to her and follow her, but something else had to happen. “You are going to sit here… and Madeline is going to pack up your room.”
“You can’t fire me,” Jurgen laughed.
“You don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do,” Michael looked over his shoulder and smiled. Just when he thought he was going to have to be the one to do something to help Nikita, she had helped him in an unlikely way. Nikita stood up to Jurgen and so could Michael. “You are fired. You do not work here anymore. You aren’t welcomed here anymore. And you will be paying for the damages to Ms. Wirth’s car.”
“Taking her side isn’t going to get you her… she is a slut deep down and this is just a game for her right now,” Jurgen hissed out angrily. Michael stepped away so he wouldn’t slug Jurgen. That would get him in a lot of trouble because Michael would probably not be able to stop. “You are fired, Jurgen.”
“Camp starts in hours, Michael… you don’t have a head lifeguard? What are you going to do? You have swimmers…” Jurgen tried to weasel his way into staying. Michael laughed and shook his head. “Jurgen, you aren’t the only lifeguard in this camp… and I’m sure that everyone underneath you at the pool will take on more hours if it means that you are leaving.”
The words garnered a loud cheer and Michael turned to see Walter standing there, applauding too. Walter nodded off towards Nikita’s tent and Michael patted Walter’s shoulder before running out of the mess hall, knowing that Walter would make sure that Jurgen left properly.
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