FLASHBACK TO 1984-85 CIRCA....

Minneapolis, Minnesota. Its night time, the streets are wet and the air is moist from humid. The production of the upcoming Prince flick, 'Purple Rain', has just wrapped up for the night to resume again early tommorrow morning. Jill Jones walks alone...and upset. Burdened. She knew that she and Prince were destined to be together. The only thing that stood in the way was Denise Matthews. Vanity - a name that spoke for itself. Her existence was in vain. So inconsistent. Constantly flipping on him and running out on him. And whenever she wasnt there, he would turned to Jill. Someone he could talk to. Someone who provided a shoulder to breathe on. Someone who satisfied his sexual appetites. So what if she was his play thing. His private joy. The recipient of his built up sexual tension. Jill enjoyed every second of it....even if he did wipe his dick with her emotions afterwards. She would see an eagle spread its wings. Things between Prince and Vanity finally went sour. With Vanity now out of the picture, Jill was gonna make her way into the frame....or would have. Just when she thought her prayers were answered....enter "her." Apollonia Kotero. The replacement. The witch. Since 'Apples' showed up, Prince hasn't spoke or even looked at Jill. Nor has he come to her for sex. Prince gave her Vanity's old band. She wonders what kind of hold she has on him. He's spellbound. Damn.

As Jill walks on the sidewalk of a apartment complex, suddenly a pair of cloth landed on the top of her head. Jill stops and pulls it off and realizes it was a pair of women panties, and immediately drops them to the ground. She looks up to and see's a man and a woman on a balcony about five stories up. Its too dark and see any faces though. The woman stands in position with both of her legs spread far apart from each other and her hands are on the reel. The man begins to work her from behind. Her moans and gasps of pleasure echo in the night air with each stroke as she swings her long hair out of her face. Amazed, it reminds Jill of her rendezvous with Prince. She longs for them again. Jill begins to walk again, but then stops as soon as she spots a purple motorcycle in the parked in lot that looks a lot like the one from the movie set. Coincidence? Jill walks into the parking lot to get a closer look. Very identical. Jill then notices rolled up pieces of paper. She grabs it and unrolls them. Its a script to a screenplay. Jill takes a closer look at the words on the cover sheet. 'Purple Rain.' Wait a damn minute. This is the bike from the set. Jill looks back up at the two romancers on the balcony and takes a harder stare. The sound of the woman's moans has a familar tone.
She pieces it together. Jill grints her teeth, growls and walks off enraged. "That bitch!" And the next time he wants pussy from Ms. Jones, he'll have to come crawling naked on his hands and knees for it.
[Edited 3/7/05 20:24pm]
[Edited 4/22/05 15:06pm]

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She can't believe what she just saw. Jill walks the sidewalk when suddenly, she hears the sound of motorcycle coming up. Jill turns to look, but the headlight is bright and blinding. Its the purple motorcycle with a man and a woman on it. Its them. As the motorcycle zooms past her, it drives through a pubble of water in the street, and it splashes all over Jill. The woman on the back of the motorcycle turns around and waves at her. Jill give her the middle finger. Bitch.