Name: Lori R 3/02
Title: 'Dark Side'
Category: Isabel and Max....Outsiders
Rating: NC17...Do NOT read this fic if you are under
the legal age!
Disclaimer: Owned by UPN and not me. I write about
them for my own enjoyment:)
Feedback: Yes please, good or bad.
Summary: The elements in this fic are requested by
Jessamyn aka LadyMagi. 
Elements:
-It's Isabel/someone else. (I have chosen MMax)
-It's a future fic ...or possibly a 'now buut AU'
fic... where Isabel left Roswell after Alex died. 
-She didn't graduate so she ends up dancingg at a strip
club for money. 
-By the time of the story she's pretty jadeed with the
whole thing and on autopilot most of the time. 
-And then she gets a shock when someone elsse (Max),
she recognizes from her past shows up as a patron of
the bar.....
-Then after her set she meets whoever (Max)) backstage
in the dressing room.... and that's where the whole
'Smut Queen' thing comes in. I changed where they mee,
but it's close enough.


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Isabel stretched as she prepared to go to work.
The others in the dressing area did not bother her.
They had become accustomed to the voluptuous blonde
keeping to herself and respected that. They all had
something to hide and didn't ask questions. Why should
they? 
Isabel heard her name called and looked up. 
Show time.

A dark haired man sat in the back of the room watching
the people around him. 
"You saw her here? I mean you're sure it's her?" he
asked one of his companions.
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it, but it's her. Are you
sure you want to do this?" the other man asked looking
at his friend with concern.
Max nodded as he blew out his breath and looked around
the smoke filled room. "I have too, Kyle."
"Well unless you need me to stay I'm leaving. I can't
watch this again," said Kyle getting up and waiting
for his friends reply.
"Did she see you?" Max asked. 
"No." Kyle started to leave and turned back. "I can't
believe someone as bright as Isabel who had everything
going for them would drop out of school to do...this,"
and he indicated the room. "Well I'm out of here. This
place makes me sick."
Max nodded absently. "Okay."
Kyle looked to the other man sitting at the table.
"Michael, I don't think he understands she's
....different. He won't find the girl who left a few
years ago. I almost didn't recognize her myself."
Michael sat with his arms crossed watching a young
woman walk past him carrying a tray of drinks. "He
understands Kyle, that's why we had to come." He
looked up at Kyle. "Thanks man."
Kyle nodded and with one last look at Max, he left.
Michael looked at Max. His friend had waited for this
moment for 2 years and now that it was here, Michael
wondered if either one of them was ready for it
He leaned across the table and said over the music,
"Max, why don't we just grab her and take her with
us? She doesn't belong here!"
Max glanced at Michael. "We can't just grab her
Michael and you know that. I had given up hope of ever
finding her, and I won't risk losing her again. I
thought Kivar might have taken her, but this..." He
looked around, his face not hiding his shock. "I never
dreamed she would do this."
Michael sat back. "Alex's death seemed to destroy her
. I never saw that coming. I never thought they were
close in that kind of way. I thought he was just her
confidant, but as something more..." Michael shook his
head, "...I never saw it."
Max shook his head as he rubbed his hand over his jaw.
"They weren't lovers Michael, just friends. The one
Isabel felt close enough to tell her secrets to. Not
us," he said sadly. Max knew he had to have Isabel
back ,and have her back he would. He had died a bit
inside when Isabel had left in the night. He had
thought she would always be there...his home, but new
things had come to light that shattered their very
existence and his heart. Now he was here to make it
right.

The music stopped and a man's voice boomed, "And now
the jewel of 'The Scarlett Club'....Vilandra!"
The men in the club went crazy as the lights dimmed
and the music began. 
Max and Michael sat up at the name. "Oh shit!" said
Michael, his mouth dropping open as Isabel came into
sight. It was clear Isabel was not just a dancer...she
was 'the' dancer. The star attraction that men came to
see. And see they did.
Max's breath caught in his throat. Isabel had gone
back to her long blond hair, and it was falling about
her in long waves and braids down to her waist. Her
face was painted until it shimmered, and her
costume....well the red lowriders and sparkly shirt
were revealing instead of made to cover.
Isabel danced mindlessly to the music, her body
undulating to the beat as she took off her top and
danced in her skimpy red bra and pants.
She writhed as she lost herself in the music and 
tore away her pants, dancing only in the bra and a
g-string.
"Oh gawd..." said Michael as he watched his friend
dance around the pole, her body slithering around it
like it was one with it. His jaw dropped as Isabel
took off her bra and was left only with the g-string.
She caressed her self and did suggestive things that
made him blush , and he didn't think anything or
anyone could do that.
"We've got to stop her Max!" Michael choked as he
stood up.
Max stopped him with his hand. "No."
Michael looked at him like he was insane. "NO?! Are
you crazy? That's Isabel up there!"
"I know that Michael. I don't like this anymore than
you do, but they've all seen her before, it's us that
this upsets," said Max swallowing back the bile he
felt rise in his throat at seeing these men enjoying
and yelling at Isabel's perfomance. It was lewd and
disgusting the things she was doing and it killed him
inside to see her do them.
"I don't get you Maxwell! How can you sit there and do
nothing? I thought we came here because we wanted to
save her? You seem to be enjoying her do this!"
accused Michael.
Max grabbed Michael's shirt before Michael knew what
was happening and pulled him down to him.
"I-am-not-enjoying-this! I'm the reason she's doing
this!" hissed Max. He paused, stunned at what he had
revealed and released Michael.
"What?" asked Michael confused. "Why are you the
reason she's here?"
Max closed his eyes and then opened them again as he
watched Isabel shake her bared breasts in the face of 
some man who then pushed money into her g-string. The
g-string was overflowing with money.
"When we all realized that Isabel and I were not
brother and sister as we had imagined, it was hard for
us. The closeness was gone. She would leave the room
when I came in, and she treated me differently. No
more hugs, or teasing, nothing. She seemed to withdraw
from me,and I know that's why she left."
"You mean like there was something else there?" asked
Michael.
"Yeah, but ....I mean...how could she know?" said Max
really to himself and not Michael.
"Know what?" asked Micheal sensing what was coming.
"That you had feelings for her? Did you make a move on
her and she ran to escape you?" He was ready to battle
Max if that was the case.
Max looked away. "I never made a move on her, but I
wanted too. I never said anything, but she must have
sensed something because she left. There couldn't be
any other reason Michael."
Michael saw the turmoil Max was in. "Do you lust after
her or do you really love her? I mean like I always
thought you loved Liz?"
"I love her,"admitted Max, his chest aching at seeing
Isabel like this. Isabel pushed a man's face into her
breasts and then shoved him away. Max clinched his
hands.
"And Liz was what?" demanded Michael.
"The one I used to hide my feelings about Isabel
behind. I've loved Isabel forever Michael and it
scared me. I thought we were siblings and it was wrong
the way I felt, so I got involved with Liz. But
finding out Isabel and I were not brother and sister
changed everything for me...and Liz and Isabel," Max
said guiltily.
"No shit," said Michael shaking his head. He had
wondered why Max and Liz had broken up. Maria had not
known why and Liz had finally gone off to school. Now
he knew why. He couldn't believe Max had had these
feelings for Isabel and Michael and had never known. 
"So what are you going to do? We need to make her come
back with us! This life is not for her Max!" He looked
away as Isabel thrust her crotch in some guys face and
then pushed him away when he tried to grab her.
"I want you to go Michael," Max said low.
Michael stared at Max. "The hell I am!"
"I have to do this alone Michael. If I'm truely the
reason she left, then I need to be the one to bring
her back," said Max hoping he could.
"Max..."
"It's an order Michael," said Max using his king card
on him. He had not used that in years , but he was
using it now.
Michael stopped. "You're serious." 
"Yes."
Michael clinched his fists and stood up. Even though
they would not be going to Antar, Max was still their
king. Though Max had rarely used his position to
demand his way Michael knew he would obey him no
matter how much he disagreed . Michael voiced his
opinion, but he would not go against Max.
"You're a bastard for sitting here and watching her do
this and not pulling her out of here right now."
With that comment, Michel left.
Max agreed. He was a bastard.

Isabel danced until her body glistened. The music
ended and she shook her breast and ass at the patrons
one more time, and then she left the stage.
"How's the crowd Vilandra?" asked one of the girls
preparing to go out.
"Same as usual....dirty old men getting their rocks
off," said Isabel as she put on her robe.
"You said it baby," came the girl's reply as she took
off her own robe and went out on stage.
Isabel sat down and pulled out a cigerette one of the
girls had left on her table.
She hated the damn things, but tonight for some
reason she was nervous. Something wasn't right and she
needed to calm down.
She looked around the dingy dressing room and again
wondered why she had chosen this life.
Oh yeah, because she was punishing herself for who she
was.
She had ceased to feel a long time ago, and now just
existed from day to day. But right now that very
existence felt threatened for some reason. Like the
hell she had lived in the past 2 years had been a
picnic and the real one was now coming to lay claim to
her.
"Hey Vilandra! Some guy just bought a night in the
private room with you! A whole night! Must be some
big spender. Show him a good time and don't forget the
house!" yelled Vinni the manager.
Isabel closed her eyes. A big spender wanting his
thrills. She hoped he was at least clean and not too
bad to look at. She stood up and sprayed her special
scent about her then headed for the private room. The
evening was young by dancer standards so whoever had
bought her night must want her badly. She hoped he
wasn't too kinky, but it wouldn't be the first time.
She pushed open the door and stopped short.
"Max." She had been right. Hell had come to claim her.

Max stood up as Isabel pushed the door closed.
"Isabel."
She locked the door behind her back and said," So you
found me."
Max took a step forward. "I want you to come home. We
all do. It doesn't matter about....this, we just want
you to come home where you belong."
Isabel stepped over to the table and asked, "Everyone?
Mom and Dad...Michael....Liz?"
"Liz is gone," Max told her.
"Really," said Isabel sitting on the bed, one leg bent
up, her arm draped over it, the other splayed out to
the side. "I thought you two were attached at the
mouth." She hadn't realized she said it so bitterly.
"I haven't been with Liz since you left."
Isabel looked up at him with empty eyes. "Why?"
"I think you know why," said Max taking another step
towards her.
"No, I think you need to tell me," pushed Isabel.
Max hesitated and then said, "Because I love you."
She laughed. It was a harsh, bitter sound, ugly to his
ears.
"You love me?" She looked at him and sneered, "How
sweet."
"Isabel...." Max pleaded for her to understand. Had
she really turned this far away from him? Had he done
this to her?
Isabel stood up. "Look around you Max. This is my life
now. This is me. Don't you like who I've become?" she
said with sultry tones. She walked slowly over to Max
and stood before him, her tongue wetting her lips. She
traced her finger up and down his shirt front.
"No. No I don't like what you are doing, and if I 
drove you to this, then I hate myself for it," he told
her.
"You hate yourself? Not me? Interesting. Did you not
watch the show? Did you not see my...performance?" she
asked as she began to rub her hands over his body.
Max swallowed. "I saw."
"Hmmmm....well maybe you just need to experience it
for yourself."
She stood back. "What's your pleasure Max?"
He stared at her confused. "My what?"
"How do you like it? Rough? Kinky? Or do you just like
to watch? I do it all," she told him unlooping the
belt to her robe.
Max blanched. "You have sex with these men? I...I
thought you just danced." It was bad enough the men
saw her nearly naked and dancing, but to actually have
sex with her. He had not considered this and didn't
like it.
She dropped the robe and stood there in her g-string.
Her breasts were heavy and her body firm.
Walking up to him she waved her hand and made his
shirt open. She leaned over and ran her tongue down
his chest before he could stop her.
"Don't," he told her holding her back.
She smiled without it reaching her eyes. "You paid for
me Max, now I deliver."
"I bought your time, not your ...services." 
She reached out to lightly pinch his nipples. 
"I don't want you to do that," he told her stepping
back. 
"Why? Because others have had me before you?" she
asked him touching her breasts.
Max turned away. This was not his Isabel. He didn't
know this woman.
Isabel walked over and snapped on some music and
walked back to Max, pushing him down in the chair
behind him. She moved her hips seductively and turned
and thrust her hips and buttocks at his face. She
turned so that she faced him and leaned over to shake
her chest at him before she straddled him and began to
move on him, gyrating her hips and thrusting her
breasts at him. 
"I feel you Max. You're hard for me. Don't say you're
not," she purred.
And he was. To his dismay he was getting harder at her
touch.
"You want me and you can't deny it. It may disgust
you, but you want inside me and you want it now," she
taunted as she pressed against him.
His breathing accellerated as she kissed him, her
mouth and tongue attacking his, her bare breasts
pushing into his chest while her free hand magically
opened his pants and freed him.
As he tried to grasp what was happening she slid to
her knees and took him quickly into her mouth, sucking
him in and teasing him with her tongue and mouth.
"Awwwww!" Max moaned startled. He looked down at
Isabel sucking his hardness and tried to push her
away, but his arms seemed to pull her closer instead
of away.
She knew her business, pressing her fingertips under
his hips into his buttocks, her tongue licking his
length, her teeth grazing his sacs and nipping at
them. And before he knew it he was pouring himself
down her throat.
She stood up and licked her lips of his cum and smiled
knowingly.
"Feel better?"
He cringed inwardly at her words and at his own
enjoyment on what she had done to him.
He was no better than those who she serviced or danced
for.
Isabel watched Max hang his head.
"Don't feel bad about enjoying it Max. It's my job to
make you feel good," Isabel taunted him.
"Stop it! Stop saying things like that! This is not
you! Why are you acting this way?" yelled Max angrily
as he glared at her.
"Because it is me Max. This is me. Like it or not this
is my life," said Isabel without emotion.
She stood before him and unsnapped her g-string
letting it fall away to bare her perfect body to him.
She ran her hand down to her cleanly shaved mound and
a finger grazed her slit and came away wet.
Max stared at the area just inches from him. He was
losing his battle to not touch her.
Isabel took Max's hand and raised it to her the place
her hand had just left.
"Touch me Max. Feel what you make my body do," she
told him in a husky whisper.
Max's hand shook as he tried to pull his hand away,
but he smelled her scent, saw moisture gathered on her
nether lips. He looked up and saw her looking at him
through glazed eyes. He was lost. She was weaving some
sort of spell over him and he was helpless to fight
it.
He flicked his finger lightly over the slit and she
gasped. Moisture began to run down her thigh. He
leaned over and caught it with his tongue without
thought.
"Yessss," Isabel moaned as she lifted one leg to Max's
thigh and allowed him access to her.
Her hands gathered his hair in her hands as he drank
greedily of her spicey juices, his tongue sending
feathery ripples throughout her body as he sucked her
clit, and swirrled his tongue along her folds sending
his stiffend object of torture deep inside her until
she came screaming and shaking, falling to his lap.
"Liz taught you well I see," Isabel said as she stood
up on shaky legs.
Max shook his head as he watched Isabel. "I've never
done that before. " He was horrified at how she could
make him do things he had not meant to do.
Isabel was taken aback. He seemed experienced.
She took his hand and led him to the bed. 
"Lay down Max and tell me how you like it," she told
him as she pushed him backwards on the bed and
efficiently divested him of his clothing.
She admired his thick length springing from its base.
His body was ready for more even if his mind and mouth
said no. 
She wanted him, but kept telling herself it was
because he was a customer, not because she had
feelings for him. She had left Roswell because of him
and she wanted to remember this night when he left.
Because leave is what he would do when he realized how
cheap she was and how she made him feel the same. He
would leave her alone after tonight to suffer in her
own private hell.

Isabel lowered herself onto Max's hard shaft and began
to ride him, her body moving up and down forcing Max
deeper into her before she pulled out and plunged down
on him again.
Max sucked in his breath, and placed his hands on
Isabel's hips as she took him deeper inside of her.
This is not the way he had wanted this. He had dreamed
of taking her home and wooing her, but not this.
He looked at her face and found her watching him, her
eyes glazed and her breath coming in pants. But there
was something else too. A glint of feeling for him
came through.
She may do this for a living, but he sensed no one had
ever made feel like he was right now and he took
advantage of it.
He grasped her and flipped them over so he was on top,
staying inside of her and thrusting hard when she
would have flipped them back.
"No," he told her grasping her hands and holding them
over her head. "I'm going to make love to you Isabel,
not just have sex. Do you hear me? I said I love you
and I meant it. Somewhere inside there is the girl I
fell in love years ago and I'm going to find her.
You're trying to hide behing Vilandra, but you're not
her and never were or will be."
Isabel tried to fight him, but Max was stronger. Tears
formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks as Max
slowed his movements and made sweet love to her,
murmering words of love in her ear. Nothing harsh or
dirty about it, just the love he had for her coming
through. 
As they came images flashed in their heads....Max saw
the life Isabel had been leading and her feelings for
him. He also saw why she had left.
Isabel saw the years of love Max had felt for her and
his guilt before they knew they were not siblings. He
had searched for her and had almost gone crazy trying
to find her. And she saw that he loved her despite how
she had lived her life the last 2 years.

As they lay panting Max rolled off of Isabel and
looked down at her. She had tears rolling down her
face as she sobbed and rolled away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked her as he touched her
shoulder. He had thought he had reached her, but maybe
he was wrong.
But he wasn't.
His love had broken through the ice and melted away
the hard wall she had built around her heart.
She clutched the sheet and pulled away. She had never
felt so dirty as she did now. Max loved her despite
her life now. She had let others use her by her own
choice. How could he love her after that?
"Isabel?" he rolled her to him. "Look at me."
She refused and so he ordered her again, "Look at me!"
Isabel forced her eyes to his. "I love you," he told
her softly.
"NO! No, you can't!" she cried as she pulled away and
sat up. 
"Well I can and I do. I want you to come home with
me," Max told her as he sat up beside her.
"I'm cheap and I'm a who..."
"Don't finish that! You made a bad choice, but it
doesn't change how I feel for you. You changed your
life before and you can do it again. Just come back
with me," said Max sick inside at her words.
"And when others find out or you decide it does
matter, then what?" she asked him.
Max knew he had to tell her.
"They all know Isabel and we all agreed you have to
come home."
She shook her head as she staggered out of the bed.
They all knew? "Everyone? Everyone knows?"
Max knew her fear , but said, "Yeah. Someone saw you
and that's how we knew where you were."
"Who? Who saw me?" she asked hoarsely.
"Kyle found you, but Michael has seen you too," said
Max knowing she would find out sooner or later.
"And what did they say?" she asked choking back a sob.
Max stood behind and quietly said, "That you need to
come home."
"I can't face them Max. I can't face them with them
knowing what I've done," said Isabel hugging herself.
"They only know you danced Isabel, not...this part of
it," said Max, wishing he didn't know it either. But
he would never hold it against her, he loved her too
much.
Isabel's shoulders shook under sobs as she sank to the
floor, Max behind her holding her to him.
"Oh Iz, it's okay now....shhhhh...it's okay. We're
going to leave and go home and forget all of this,"
soothed Max.
"But what do I do when I get there Max? Maybe I can't
go home again like everyone thinks?" she asked through
her sobs. Her make up was streaked down her face in a
garish mask, but her beauty was shining underneath as
she looked at Max. He waved his hand and the make up
disappeared so that his beautiful Isabel was left.
"Then we leave Roswell and start over. All I know is
that you and I are never going to be parted again. You
are the love of my life and I will never let you go
again," said Max kissing her softly.
"I want to go home Max. Please take me home. I don't
want to live in hell anymore," said Isabel as he
helped her to her feet.
He touched her face as he said, "No more hell Isabel,
only heaven."
"I love you Max." She held tight to him afraid he
would disappear if she let him go.
"I know Isabel, I know," he said as he hugged her
back, sighing with tears that she was finding her way
back to him. 
They left the club behind and the dark side that was
no longer Isabel's hell.


End