Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

I add a choker and put on my favourite black heels, before heading out, I nod at myself in the mirror heading out my room and towards my car. ⤝⤞ "Six shots of tequila please." I stand at the bar with my best friends Sienna and Talia. Talia's light brown hair, curled into a messy bob, while her hazel coloured eyes are being matched with a brown and red smokey eye. She was wearing a maroon off shoulder romper with black ballerina heels.

“What are you doing with that and why are you naked?" Gloria who was dressed rather formally, as she was putting on a dark blue female suit, though the skirt was tight and extra short revealing most of her fresh, smooth thighs. “Well I intend to surprise you but I am the one who ended up being surprised. How did you get this much money?" Mike asked interrogatively, looking rather pissed. “It's mine. I didn't steal it," Gloria said defensively as she walked fast closing the distance between them with her black high heels making a loud knocking sound with every step.

“The one in the corner, she looks fun,” “The brunette?” Chicha leans in. As the only girl in our entourage, you might think she's the voice of reason. You'd be wrong. “Nah, I think I know her from law school. Marisol. Total slut entrapment gold digger. More baby daddies than I have shoes,” she clicks her teeth. “Little bro can do better.” She then points to a girl wearing glasses sitting alone at the bar. “She’s a redhead, and she’s smart. Look at the size of that book! I bet you can talk to her about all your geeky mythology lore and she’d think you were all suave.”

I responded and shrugged my shoulders. Confused she asked, "Hmmm, I'm confused, what do you mean?" I smiled and pointed at Ricky who was dancing with some random girl who looked like a prostitute because of her clothes, she's using an almost looked like a bra, a tube they called and a tattered short that was way too short that it almost uncover what she was covering below there. Haisst, how I wished he chose someone who was way better than her but, of course, he wanted a girl who was easy and quick to be invited in bed, that's Ricky but as a friend he's good.

I said as I headed for the front door before I could open it clicked open. Lola and Cherry appeared from the other side. “Siren!” cheered Cherry while hugging my legs. “Hey big girl” I replied with a little laughter as I brushed her hair. “Hi Lola.” Lola’s eyes turned red in guilt as she glared at me before responding. “Hi” she moved pass me with her skinny arms crossed on her chest. Her small purple dress revealed almost every flesh on her tinny body. She even had makeup on making her look like a younger version of Miss. Claw. What sick

“Half this building’s got a vibrator named after a flower or a fruit. Tulip, rose, mango, peach. If yours hums, welcome to the club.” I groaned, burying my face in my mug. Chantelle Rodriguez: my roommate since freshman year, my opposite in every way. She was fire — loud, reckless, radiant. Winged liner sharp enough to commit a felony, lips painted in shades of defiance, clothes that said “look at me” and a body that demanded you listen. She wore pleasure like perfume, unapologetic and intoxicating.

I caressed her face while kissing and finally we got away. “It was awesome,” she whispered. “Oh my bold girl, yes it was” She blushed hard. “Oh Alex, I hope you get well soon--” she stopped. She knew that the moment I got well, she would leave. “Oh, I mean…” “I know what you mean but I hope i don’t ever get well now” She looked at me with anger. “Say that again” “I hope I get well soon” She laughed. “Oh see! The gangster is scared of me!”

Scarlette and Cooper were going out too, but unlike me, the girls didn't have to spend thirty minutes still trying to pick what she'll wear. They easily found her a baby pink chiffon-silk wrap skirt that almost looked like it had a long split, a white off-shoulder long-sleeve crop top and pink open toes, and chunky heels. Paired with a lace butterfly choker necklace and butterfly drop earrings. Hers was nothing like common, she looked incredible in her outfit. "You're right, let's sex her up!" Gemma shrieked. Taffy wrinkled her nose and snorted. "I'm not sure if that's how you use that word, Gemma."

My curse. Neon Nights is twenty minutes away by ride. I dress for the floor: black lace thong, matching bra that pushes everything up and out, fishnet stockings, sky-high stilettos that make my calves ache by the second song. Glitter body oil cheap but shiny. Red lipstick. Smokey eyes. The uniform of a girl who sells fantasy for cash.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.