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The Machoism Tango

Chapter 2

Jules checked her time and grumbled to herself about Lucy. She was getting sick of her being a leech. This morning, she could hear Lucy moaning through the walls and if Jules wasn't so focused on the fact that Peter was probably hiding in the closet, she would've done something drastic. Plus, she was hoping to get her dress back for her 'date'. It was a plain short peach colored dress but she was sure that to Peter, it was the sexiest thing she owned. And of course Lucy hadn't gave it back in weeks. At this point, she needed to buy her own clothes. As she left, she could only wear her last pair of jeans. Her face slightly flushed in anger, and then she remembered seeing Don coming out of his apartment. He gave her the same conversation about being short on rent and for once, she didnt make any excuse for Lucy, telling him that she was home. Chuckling to herself, Jules could only imagine how that conversation went. Checking her phone, she still had an hour before her 'date' with Peter. Glancing at her reflection in front of the nearest clothing shop, she sighed. Her usual black and gray hoodie with a cap. Yeah, that's gonna get him going.Her mind flashed breifly and her head stung. She was remembering someone, and remembered being called 'plain'. For some reason, it bothered her and she made her way into the clothing store. "Hello, welcome to Charlotte Rose, we're having a two for one sale on jeans."

Jules merely smiled at the employee before making her way to the clearance rack. Her funds were low enough without her going on the biggest shopping spree like she was a cheesy 90s movie. Pausing her search for an outfit, her mind flashed and she remembered giggling and a pile of clothes. Her head stung for a moment and she gripped the railing hard before taking deep breaths. “Just dreaming…” she muttered

“Miss, are you alright?” The employee looked at her with widened eyes and handed her a tissue. “Your nose is bleeding.” Jules was grateful for the tissue, and she waved the girl away, assuring her she was fine. [I see you’re starting to remember who you are.]

Jules paused her browsing and pulled out a blue and green plaid a-line dress. Making her way to the dressing room, she closed the door and slumped down in the nearby seat. ‘What the fuck…why are you here now?’

[My job is to monitor, and you got a nosebleed. That’s the problem when you get transported, some memories clash and you get a nosebleed, or a really bad headache.]

‘Is there any reason why you’re contacting me now? Do you have a way to get me out of here?’

[You just have to finish the story.]

‘I am NOT going to let myself get kidnapped and stuck in a creepy ass van going to god knows where.’

[I mean…that would be the most direct route but I have a feeling you’ll probably just restart to the beginning of…oh that reminds me to tell you. You’re now gonna reset to the day after your first date. Well, assuming you don’t kill yourself again.]

‘Don’t tempt me.’

[You can’t keep killing yourself like this, you’re gonna get the administrator’s attention.]

‘Good, maybe they’ll let me out of this shitty story.’

[Jules, it doesn’t work like that. And you don’t want her showing up and making things worse. You need to trust me on this. I’m trying to find a way around the administrator’s control to see what I can do, but you need to play along for a bit.]

‘ Play along? Going on this date isn’t enough? And who is her?’

[Trust me on this one, you don’t want to know. And I saw you manipulate him with that puppy play. You’re into it. Listen, I need to go. You might want to buy a leash.]

‘A fuckin leash are you kidding me?! What’s next, a chew toy? Hey!’

“Well she’s not a hundred percent wrong.” muttered Jules, “Ugh, why me?” There was a knock on the dressing room door. “Miss, do you need help?”

‘ You’re annoyingly helpful.’

“I’m alright.”

Jules removed her clothes and her eyes widened at her figure. She was somewhat top heavy, had hips, and a tattoo on her left side of thigh showing a rose. Her face was peppered with freckles. Her stomach knotted, knowing something was wrong. Her body felt wrong and her head throbbed when she tried to find out what she looked like, blood dripping on the floor. “Can I get another tissue?”

The employee quickly handed her one and plugged her nose. She looked at the face in the mirror and sighed. ‘This is gonna give me a headache.’

Dressing, the zipper caught in the front over her bust line and she pulled it tight, hearing a small pop in the seam. Luckily, she was able to move around without any other snags. When she exited the dressing room, the employee’s face lit up. “Oh you look so hot in that! You should buy it! Oh, and lets look at jewelries and makeup!”

“Um…I’m kind of on a budget so-” “We have plenty of stuff you can get in our clearance bin.”

She gave the employee a wry smile. “You need to get a commission don’t you?”

“Oh yeah.”

When Jude left, she had her old clothes bagged up and she saw reflection. The dark purple matte lipstick made her look like a goth queen, but she didn’t complain. Though, she wished that she could do something with her hair. Tying it up with a ponytail seemed like the best option before making her way to the pet store. The clerk perked up and she waved him away as she looked around the pet store for a moment. Various animals were in cages and she went over to the snakes, who hissed at her and some went inside their burrows. One blue one, however, looked up at her and she shuddered, remembering that Peter had a pet snake. There was no way she was touching that. Walking over to the rabbits, they looked up at her with big eyes and she petted one…and then felt strange about it. Something felt off, and she wasn’t sure what it was. When she made her way to touch the kittens, they also felt off. “Looking for something?” Jude balled up a fist, ready to punch, but then realized it was the employee. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that, I could’ve knocked your face in.” The employee chuckled nervously. “I wanted to make sure you could find what you’re looking for.”

“Oh um…leashes?” When she was led over, she looked at the collection and groaned. There were so many colors, sizes, and types, it was hard to pick one. Jude’s mind wondered what color the collar would be like, then if there would be spikes. Snorting, she picked up a red leather one and she could hear the little voice in her head telling her to tie him to a wall. Then she looked at the black studded one. “This is way too obvious.” she muttered

Then there was the pink fluffy one that she nearly cackled if she thought of Peter wearing it. Her phone buzzed for the time and she just bought the pink fluffy one and a red leather one. She made her way to the bookstore with an extra pep in ehr step. She swung the fluffy pink leash in her hand, thinking about Peter getting embarrassed over wearing a pink fluffy leash like he was the chihuahua in Legally Blonde. He’ll probably get embarrassed and- “You would like to chain me up wouldn’t you, you randy slut?”

Jules whipped her body around to find nobody following her. Her heart rate went up and she panicked for a few moments. She wasn’t sure who said that, but she was sure that wasn’t Peter’s voice. Stuffing the leash in her bag, she walked furiously to the bookstore/cafe.

Glancing around, she knew he wasn’t here yet. If the story was keeping the same timeline, he was probably up to two hours late. Then again, there was a possibility that the storyline had deviated. Inside, she reveled in the smell of coffee, but was weirded out by the choice of music. Usually bookstores kept to music that at least the last 10 years, but this was clearly from the 60s or 70s. Despite that, there seemed to be people of all ages sitting around and either reading or chatting with someone. Browsing the isles, she squinted, remembering that she wore glasses. Her bag vibrated and a glasses case magically appeared, with the right prescription. And weirdly, it was oval shaped glasses with little star diamonds, something she was fond of. Biting her lip, she silently thanked the moderator before making her way to the historical fantasy section. When she heard Frank Sinatra, she groaned and put in a pair of earphones, playing Beyonce’s 7/11. Her body moved to the beat, looking through various titles. It was a familiar feeling, as Beyonce blasted, as if she was in a club. She paused as she saw the title: ‘ The Count of Monte Cristo’. “This doesn’t belong here.” she said aloud

It didn’t stop her from opening the book and reading the forward. She then heard the hook and began dancing again. And then she froze as she felt the body heat, and the smell of cigarettes. Jules thought her whole body had to be on alert because she swung around and a pale hand caught her arm. It was Peter. He looked at her nervously as the elbow was dangerously close to his face. “Jesus, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Peter held up a hand in surrender. “Sorry. Though, you seemed to be more interested in dancing than anything else.” “Beyonce is energy for me.”

Peter upturned a lip. “Beyonce?” “Hey, I’m not part of the Beyhive but she does have good hits.” “If you say so.” “Don’t hate on her. Anyway, you're wearing something, puppy?”

Peter’s face flushed a bit and his hand shook as he went to his vest zipper. He pulled it down to reveal a red studded collar and she gave a devious smirk. “So cute. You know, I may have something in here for you.” Peter looked anxiously back and forth. “Right here?” Jules pursed her lips. “Not that kind of present.” When she presented the leashes, she could’ve sworn he was gonna fall to his knees. She was a hair’s breadth from him, turning the collar to the leash attachment. “Some part of me wants to leash you up and make you walk on all fours. Then everyone here can see that you’re mine.” Jules watched his eyes glow and his face flush even further as he gulped loudly. His fangs seemed to elongate and his breath sped up. “And I would let you do that.” She leaned back and put the leashes back. “Unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the most appropriate place to do that sort of thing. Come on puppy, I’m a bit hungry.”

Before she could fully walk past him, she felt an arm around her shoulders and he breathed heavily into her ear. “Careful darling, you keep teasing like that, I might start to bite.” he said huskily

Her whole body shook with pleasure before she regained her composure and went to the cafe. ‘Holy fuck I’m into this.’ she thought

As she glanced at the muffins, she took a shot over at Peter, who just looked at her sweetly with his mouth, but she could see the lust in his eyes. Jules bit her lip and bent over before snapping up. “Can I get a cranberry orange muffin? Hey guy do you-” “Blueberry.”

“Let me get two blueberries for my boyfriend here. Oh and let me get two iced teas.”

When she went to pay, Peter got in her way and pay instead. He then raised a brow as he picked up the book. “The Count of Monte Cristo?” “It's one of my favorites.” As they sat, it was then that Jules remembered that she was wearing her glasses and she quickly put them away. Peter slid the book to her and gave her a goofy smile. “Didn’t know you were a bibliophile.” “I was one before…anyway, I never really got your name.” His face turned into a frown and looked away. “My name? It’s a joke, really. I much prefer if you made nickname for me.”

 “I already call you puppy.” 

“Isn’t that enough?”

Jules snorted before drinking her iced tea. “Not in public. Unless, you’re into a humiliation kink I don’t know about.” 

Peter cleared his throat. “No, not really.”

 She rose a brow and picked off a cranberry orange muffin before eating it. “I could guess.”

“Please don’t.” 

“It’s a guessing game. What’s the harm in that? I mean it’s not like your name’s Joseph, right?”

He grimaced. “Hell no.”

 “Jimmy?” 

“I really don’t like my name.” 

“Well how about this? I get your name right and you get to name me a cute nickname.” He shrugged. ‘You act like your name is so bad.’ thought Jules

“Reggie.”

 “Please stop.” 

Jules gave a wry smile. “Peter?” 

His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. “Wait, what was that?”

“What?” 

“H-how did you know my real name?”

“Holy shit, I got right?”

“Urrrgh…I hate my name. Were you talking to my sister? Did she give you my name?”

 “You have a sister? I never met her.” 

“Really? Puns?” 

“Hey, opportunity knocked. And why do you hate your name? It’s kind of generic actually.”

 “It’s personal. Anyway, what’s your name?”

She nearly rolled her eyes. ‘ I’m sure you’ve been through my mail you creepy bastard. Then again…’

“Jules. My name's Jules Duarte. And since you hate your name so much, why don’t I just call you Pete?” 

His face lit up, pleased with the name change. “Yeah, that’s much better honestly, thank you.”

She bit into her muffin to keep from saying something smartass. Calling him by his legal name probably already had him a bit on edge. “I really like my new name.” “Ok puppy, calm down.”

“Fine, Pussycat.” Jules groaned and leaned her head back. “Fuuuck I forgot about the nickname.” He chuckled and slid over a white box. She already knew what it was, but she still gave a genuine smile as she looked at the rose. “Thank you.” He laid his hand on top of hers and Jules looked away. She had to remind herself that this was a stalker and there was no way he was being genuine. She pulled her hand away and decided to continue eating her muffin. “So besides trying to date me, what else do you do?” “Do?” asked Pete

She rolled her eyes. “Income?” “Oh. I test products and give internet reviews.” “Really? Do you make a shit ton of money like an influencer?” “I wish. It makes a decent income to live off of. What about you?” “Waitress. I’m looking for a new-oh man, is this Etta James?!”

Her face lit up as she heard something she remembered from her childhood. Her mother was standing on stage and she would be standing in the back of the theatre watching her. Jules didn’t know how long she had been sitting there singing, but when she came back to reality, not only was the cafe quiet, but Peter was looking at her lovingly and longingly. “Oh…um…” “You sound like-” “You sound amazing!” Her attention went to a blonde man who wore heavy rimmed glasses and was dressed casually for a button down. “I’m actually looking for new employees.” He shoved a flyer in her face and she pulled it away, glancing over to Peter, who was giving him a look of murder. She gave the smallest smile. “I’ll consider it.” His face beamed. “Great, oh if you do decide to apply, just ask for Luka.” She watched him scurry away and she looked at the flyer and then at Peter. “That was really weird.” “Rude.” said Peter

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.” Jules’ smile dimmed a bit. “I used to sing like that before…before…” Her head stung and she hissed, hearing a sharp ringing in her ears. Flashes of light showed before her and she shook her head a bit. “Hey darling!” Her eyes snapped up to him and his brows creased. “You’re nose, it’s bleeding.”

She felt her nose dripped and covered it. “Shit, this is the third time today.” “Third time? How…stay there.” He was quick to come back with a wet napkin and she took it readily, stopping up her nose again. “You get nosebleeds?” he asked

“Sometimes. Don’t worry, it’s manageable.”

His brows creased as he watched her clean up the dripping. “Darling, you want me to take you to a doctor?” Her body shook as she saw flashes of a silhouette and a large figure. She got up quickly and rubbed her arms. “I-I’m fine.”

Her heart rate went up and she rubbed her arm in arm in soothing motion. “Listen, I need to get ready for work so I need to go.” “Hey, let me at least walk you to work.” “No, no, it’s fine.” Peter put his hands on top of hers and looked at her with a gentle expression. “Darling, you had three nosebleeds. What if you pass out on the street?”

Jules knew that this might be a red flag. But, it was that look of concern. She wasn’t sure how to gauge his mood right now. Peter was a manipulator, and maybe this was his way to get into his van, but she had enough strength to at least run away. As long as she didn’t try to remember, she would be fine. But, curiosity was a bitch. Pursing her lips, she looked away and nodded. “Fine.” His face seemed to beam at that, and he quickly chucked the food away. As they walked, they had a nonsensical conversation about a lot of things, and Jules was noting how many different things he was interested in compared to his original counterpart. He seemed friendlier, but maybe that was his charm, how he got the original character to let their guard down. Still, she wasn’t that easy a target.

Seeing an alleyway, she yanked his hand down it and at first Peter was confused, but then he just looked surprised as he was slammed against a wall. Jules dug in her bag and pulled out the pink leash and snapped it around his collar. She began breathing rapidly as she yanked on it. Peter got weak in the knees but stood his ground, his jagged teeth showing and his long tongue coming out. “Pussycat.” he growled

She twisted the leash around her hand and pulled him closer. “I'm starting to think that my puppy doesn’t like his gift. He hasn’t thanked me once.”

He seemed to pant heavily as she reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of smokes. “You know this shit will kill you.”

She patted one out and put one between her lips before reaching and taking his lighter. As she lit the cigarette between her fingers, Peter swallowed and raised a brow. “And you’re gonna take one of my cancer sticks.”

She blew out a breath and just looked at him with a bored expression. “Does it look like I’m a saint, puppy?” She took the lit cigarette and held it close to his neck. “You know some mistresses actually put these out on the skin, but I’m not that sick in the head.” “Don’t start something you can’t finish, pussycat.” he growled

She put the cigarette between her lips and pressed his shoulders down, making him kneel. She blew a puff out and grimaced. “I can finish what I start.” she whispered in his ear

Lightly tracing her finger around the collar and then up his neck, making him shudder and gulp. “I have to get to work so I should finish this some other time. And I want my damn gratitude.” He looked at her with his fangs and full of lust as she held out her palm. He held out a shaky breath as he put a balled fist in her palm. “Th-thank you.”

She smiled. “Good.”

Unhooking the leash, she flicked the cigarette away. “This brand of cigarette is cheap. I don’t even really enjoy cigarettes but even I know the cheap stuff will kill you faster. By the way, we should probably exchange numbers in case-” He slammed her against the nearby wall, his face panting and his eyes turning snake like with his tongue slipping out. “Oh Pussycat, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

Her body shuddered underneath his touch as he put a hand around her throat. “I want to do so many terrible things to you right now, and then leave you trembling, gushing, screaming out my name.” She swallowed, her legs trembling with excitement and the wetness starting to pool between her legs. Her fingers went to the loop her his collar was and she pulled his face close, her lips close to his. “And you have no idea what I’ll do to you if you keep fuckin’ around and not let me get to work.”

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