Starstruck II: Saruman's Curse

Do Wa Wa Doo Doooo Pt 3 (Musical AU)

A week later, Jimmy was in the Cocktail Lounge, sitting in an alcove in the back with Paris and the gang. Paris was passing a joint around the circle, laughing at something Ashley was saying. Suddenly, Paris turned to Jimmy, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"How are you doing?" asked Paris. "You still with that Dean guy?"

"No," he said. "We broke up last night."

"Really?" said Paris, blinking in surprise. "What happened?"

"I don't know," said Jimmy, shrugging. "It just wasn't working out."

"Shame," said Paris, pausing to take a long drag from the joint. "You two looked good together."

Just then, the bead curtain parted and a guy walked in. The man had long, white hair and a long white beard. He had sharp eyes and walked with a staff.

"Which one of you is the owner of this establishment?" he asked in a low, rumbling voice.

"That would be me," said Paris. "Who let you in, grandpa?"

"My name is Saruman," said the man. "I would like to discuss with you about buying this land. See, I would like to build an apartment building here. Something more useful than a silly dance club."

Paris sat up and said, "No way old man. You ain't gettin' this club while I'm still alive. You'll have to pry it out of my cold dead hands."

The man scoffed and walked out. As he was turning, he mumbled something that Jimmy could have sworn was, "That can be arranged."

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Steve was in the Cocktail Lounge a week after his encounter with Jimmy at the recreation building. He was still sad about that, so he didn't know why he was there, at the club where Jimmy worked. Maybe he was hoping to see Jimmy again. Maybe he was hoping that Jimmy would see him and come dance with him. He didn't know, but he kept his eye out nonetheless for that handsome beast.

What Steve didn't expect was to be approached by someone else. Someone he didn't recognize. The man was tall with long white hair and a matching beard. He walked with a staff.

"I couldn't help but notice your dancing out on the floor," the man said. "Perhaps I can join you in this next dance?"

Steve blinked in surprise, but then agreed to go. Steve danced with the man and soon, he got lost in the music and the feeling of another body against his. For the rest of the night, Steve and this mystery man got lost in a haze of smoke and coke. Steve didn't even think about Jimmy.

All too soon, Steve was being led outside and into a fancy Cadillac with red velvet seats and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the back seat. The mystery man, Steve had taken to calling him Silver Fox, was driving them somewhere. They eventually pulled up to a huge house up on a hill. Inside the house, Steve was amazed at how big and spacious it was. They went upstairs and Steve's attention was split between the house and the silver fox who was slowly undressing them both. Before Steve knew what was happening, he was thrown onto the leopard print silk sheets of a circular bed. He noticed there were mirrors covering the ceiling, but a face came across his vision. Steve was lost in the rhythm and pleasure of what came next. He didn't want it to stop, but he knew, somewhere deep in his mind, that this wasn't right. But then, he thought, I could use this, to make Jimmy jealous. Yes, that was a good plan. He let the silver fox take good care of him.