Glamrock Chica 소설 & 이야기

"Bastard!" I raised my brows in a questioning look and pulled myself back. "In your dream," I said in a bored tone and returned to my seat. "I would rather eat shit than have you." Her jaw dropped as she narrowed her eyes at me. "What do you mean, asshole? Am I not pretty?" I was amused when her face flustered in anger. Rika was naturally striking with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminded me of Lana Turner, she was one of the most glamorous actresses of old Hollywood. She was funny because she always had something hilarious to say.

Tameka tucked the rest of the scarf inside her black jacket. She opened her tube of black lipstick and rubbed it on her thick lips. Tameka gazed one last time in the mirror at herself, eyes full of fire, but she covered them with a black pair of sunglasses. She looked around at her lovely decorated home and all the beautiful things she had. "I've been through this too long, and I'll be a fool if I see another chick on his arm. If I leave, Lizzy will be Rockin' my chinchilla coats.

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.

It was a different club than the one we belong to now. Being that it was a Luau theme party, she was only wearing a small flowery wrap type mini skirt and a tube type top that left the bottom of her tummy bare. Her shoes were low heeled beach sandals with a strap between her toes. They were kind of a casual to dressy flip flop if you will with small straps. I will never forget how sexy she was. Rachelle is a cute little petite thing. She likes her toes brightly painted and loves sexy feet. Her hair was up at the beginning of the night with flowers in her hair. I admit that she had an, "I'm fuckable" look to her. Or an attitude look that said "I'm sexy and I know it." Her skirt was short enou

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!”

“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.

I look around frantically, and after sweeping past the area twice, my eyes finally fall I upon him. There's a woman at his side. I've never seen her before, I'm sure about it. She's wearing a halter neck, chiffon beige dress that accentuates her thin waist. Her dark hair is curled to perfection. She's beautiful, and she has her hand on his chest and is smiling at whatever a short, sturdy man in their circle is saying. Her smile is wide and confident. As much as I hate to admit it, she's fucking gorgeous.

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."