Page 32 of Fox and Nitro
“OK Mr Elio Landry-Tombs, have a rummage in there and pick out the pose that our friends will be holding today.” Jazz smiles softly and it does something to my chest.
Elio reaches his hand in, makes a show of flopping it around a few times in the bucket before his hand comes up with a scrunched up piece of paper between his fingers.
Rodney snorts and cackles and my ass tenses up. What are the chances that Rodney’s suggestion is nice and normal? Like standing with our hands on our hips or something.
“Oh, ah, ummm,” Jazz’s eyes flick up to mine before darting to Fox’s then back to the messy, ripped piece of paper in her hands.
“It’s OK, we’re here to please,” Fox says in his calming voice. “Hit us with it!”
“Ah, um, OK,” Jazz clears her throat, pasting a big smile on her face, “And the winning pose is… drumroll please,” the kidsslap the tables in front of them in no type of rhythm whatsoever, “Karate Kick punch in the groin.”
Of course it fucking is.
Chapter 12
Fox
Why did I agree to this? I should have listened to Moss. He warned us and what did I do? I got cocky, wanting to show Jazz how hot and reliable we are and here is where it’s got us. I’m on one leg trying to hold a karate high kick while Nitro is in a squat position with his arm outstretched and fist dangerously close to my crotch.
As soon as Jazz announced the pose the kids went wild, which is saying something because they haven’t given two shits about us since we arrived. Actually, no, that’s not quite correct. The little blonde girl with a huge bow in her hair keeps giving me little girl moony eyes while her friend giggles with her.
“Miss Jasmine? I can’t get his forehead right, he keeps getting more and more shiny,” The kid with the giant glasses whines. Well, you try holding this pose without getting shiny, kid.
I thought this was a pretty cool, if not slightly wild pose for a kid to suggest, and when Jazz suggested that it was maybe too hard a pose to hold for a long period of time, well, that shit is like a red flag to a bull. I told her Nitro and I would be fine, and to show her how fine we would be, I suggested I’d take theharder pose. Now my left leg is extended high in the fucking air, I think I’ve pulled a groin muscle, and the one leg holding me up is shaking like a fucking leaf. I don’t think Nitro is doing much better either.
“I fucking hate you,” he hisses between his teeth.
“I feel like the one with brown hair on the ground could get lower. Really get into the role.” Nitro’s eyes move to glare at Rodney, who doesn’t give a shit because he gives us a little finger wave before going back to making a mess of himself and his paper.
“Ireallyfucking hate you.”
“You love me,” I whisper back, my eyes darting toward Jazz because, well, I can’t take my eyes off her.
“He’s doing it again Miss Jasmine!” Glasses whines,again.
“Who is doing what again, Jackson?”
“That blonde one with the greasy hair,” Nitro covers his snort with a not-so-subtle cough. “He keepslookingat you, like the creeps my mom warns me about.”
My brows fly up to my forehead. I think I might hate this kid even more than Rodney.
“Jackson! That’s not polite!”
“What creeps?” The little blonde girl, who I learned is named Kayla asks.
“The creeps. The ones that like to peep at ladies and little kids. They just stare at you all funny.” Glasses says matter of factly.
“Ken would never do that!” she growls at him, throwing her pink crayon on the floor.
“He has a name, class, and it’s Deputy Ellison. Now please, this is not how we behave.”
“What’s the bet he’s flat in the front too,” Rondey laughs as the other kids ask what he means.
Jazz turns her head and pretends that she doesn’t hear him, but I can see not only her shoulders shaking, but Nitro’s as well. I widen my eyes at him, trying to get him to stop but instead he shakes more violently. So violently in fact that he lurches forward in his fist outreached squat pose and punches me square in my exposed balls.
“Ohhhh!” a chorus of little voices says at once, with Glasses gripping his crotch in sympathy.
“Oh my gosh, are you OK, tell me how I can help?” Jazz says, her hands flitting over me but not really touching me.
