This is me biting my thumb at anyone that wants to bitch about RC/Belle fanfiction. It’s Gaz. It’s Belle. It’s Gazelle! If you object move along…
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Gaz knew he would never be able to do more than look at the beautiful young bird that walked into his club. Chestnut curls, blue eyes, and skin like peaches and cream. She walked like a princess, which was only fitting. She was obviously quality, much too good for the likes of him. That didn’t stop him from wanting her. Nothing could stop him from wanting her.
It was almost enough to get him up on stage that night. Almost. With a lot of work, primarily dropping trou, he and his mates managed to save enough to make a down payment on the club. The venture proved to be fruitful, he had enough coin squirreled away to send his boy to uni and he would never be forced to strip again. That’s not to say he and the lads didn’t do the odd show, but those larks were few and far between. Still, the idea of being naked in the same room as that woman was tempting.
In the end he was glad he decided to stay backstage, a quick peek from behind the curtain let him know she hadn’t stuck around. She didn’t seem the type to sit through a strip show. Gaz had seen all kinds of women come through his doors, he’d even seen a woman taking a standing piss before, but he’d never laid eyes on a woman with such class. Not in his little dive.
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The curly haired woman stayed in his mind well after the last call, and he suspected she would be starring in his fantasies when he had some proper alone time. Gaz was locking up and lighting a cig when the giant approached him. Maybe not a giant, but he was a huge bloke.
At first Gaz thought he sounded like he came out of a mafia movie, “My employer would like an audience with you.” But there was something off about all of it, even the mafia bit. The giant sounded more like he was speaking of royalty than of a boss.
Gaz weighed his options. He had no doubt that the hulking fuck could hurt him pretty badly if he refused, but accepting could get him into all kinds of trouble too. “Where?” he asked stalling for time and hoping the answer would provide him with a clue as to what he was dealing with.
When the man spoke again it occurred to Gaz he didn’t speak much. “Do you have an office?” His voice sounded rusty and unused. He spoke like someone who was more comfortable being silent, probably communicating with his fists.
That thought terrified Gaz, who nodded wordlessly and opened the door he had been locking. The big guy made a gesture toward the club, “You can wait there then.”
Gaz smoked half of his fag and had calmed down somewhat by the time he heard a timid knock on his office door. Calling the dingy room an office was a bit of an overstatement, true there was a desk but it was barely visible underneath a thick coating of empty cigarette packages and takeaway containers. The door was wide open, so it must have been manners that prompted the giant’s employer to knock.
“Christ!” Gaz had been preparing a number of different scenarios about who would want “an audience” with him, but nothing prepared him for the sight of the beautiful curly haired bird standing in his office.
“May I come in?” Her voice was timid and cultured and wonderful. Gaz nodded, taking in as much of her as he could. She smelled like roses like a proper women should, not like cheap scent and cigarets.
It took Gaz a few moments to find his voice, “Yeah. Come in. Um… Can I get you anything?”
She was as graceful as a princess as she passed through the door and took a seat across from him, seemingly unconcerned with the room’s dinginess and clutter. “I’m sorry to intrude like this. And allow me to apologize for Dove, he’s a bit overprotective-“
“That big fella’s called Dove?”
The woman smiled, making her face even more beautiful. If such a thing were possible. “He’s my driver. He worked for my husband for years and he’s determined to look after me.” She paused, “My name is Belle Gold. Are you Gary Schofield?”
Gaz nodded trying to find his voice. “Everyone calls me Gaz. You could call me that, if you want to.
“I like that Gaz. I saw a video of you. On the Internet. You were um… performing…” The woman, Belle, was clearly beginning to fluster.
“I don’t do that so much anymore. I’m more on the managerial side of the business now.” With another woman he probably would have added that he could make an exception in her case, but something told him to wait and see what she had to say.
“Right. Gaz, my husband died last year.”
“I’m sorry.” He murmured not knowing what she had in mind.
Belle shook her head and opened her purse. “You are going to think I’m insane, but you look very much like him.”
She pulled out a photo and placed it gently in his hands. Gaz had to admit that they did favor. Their builds were identical and their faces were close to it. Her husband had darker hair, but even that wasn’t too far off since his grays started growing in.
“Are you trying to say I’m related to him?” He asked gesturing toward the picture. He hazarded another glance taking in the man’s suit and haughty expression.
“No, that would be impossible. But the resemblance is very pronounced.” Belle reclaimed the snapshot caressing it lightly before returning it to her bag. Gaz envied that picture and the lucky son of a bitch who had posed for it. “My husband was taken from me too soon. It seemed that most of our time was spent fighting to be together. There was so much we never got to do or share. There was one thing we always wanted, but it never happened and I was hoping you could help me Gaz. This is crazy I know-“
He stared at her, almost expecting the next words that came out of her mouth.
“I want to have a baby.”
YOU COME BACK AND FINISH THIS, NERD. YOU TELL A WONDERFUL TALE ABOUT HOW SHE WAS A CHILD, AND HE THINK SHE WANTS HIS SPERM BUT SHE’S ALL “I’M AFRAID I DON’T MUCH CARE FOR THAT ASPECT OF MODERN SCIENCE” AND THEN THEY ENTER A CONTRACT WHERE GAZ WILL AGREE TO BED HER ENOUGH FOR HER TO HAVE A BABY AND SHE’LL PAY HIM AFTER SHE CARRIED THAT CHILD TO TERM BUT HE FALLS IN LOVE DEEPER AND DEEPER WITH HER ALONG THE WAY AND CANNOT BEAR NOT TO BE WITH HER OR BE A FATHER TO THEIR CHILD.
YOU WRITE IT. NOW. AND YOU GOTTA START WRITING MORE AWESOME STUFF LIKE THIS.
THIS IS AN ORDER, NERD. NOT UP TO DISCUSSION, OK?
Thank you, have a lovely day.
