Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

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.

Everywhere I looked, people were laughing, dancing, and, from the looks of it, making decisions they'd regret in the morning. Suddenly, Lila materialized beside me, her red hair blazing like the neon signs that adorned the Vegas strip. It cascaded over her shoulders in vibrant, untamed waves that reflected her free spirit. She leaned in close, her presence a total contrast to the shadowy ambiance of the club. Her breath, scented with the sweet hint of her fruity cocktail, was warm against my ear. Her eyes, a piercing green, sparkled with mischief as she surveyed the crowd with the confidence of someone who owned the place.

But as I hoped, the penny-ante grifter is propping up the bar, glass in hand, one arm operating like a pump as he knocks back cheap beer with a group of a dozen or so. The other arm is slung around the waist of a gruesome female, her eyes made up zombie-fashion. The remaining make-up job is way too pale for her face, except for the lipstick, which is black, matching the gelled spikes of hair radiating out from her head like some kind of poisoned halo. For some reason she thinks that elbow-length, black lace gloves make a good match with Doc Marten boots. And in a final salute to style, she chews gum, never actually closing her mouth to do so.

Chloe’s POV The tiny red-and-white pleated skirt barely skimmed the bottom of my ass, the matching crop top stretched tight across my breasts with “BLACKWOOD” spelled out in glittery letters right over my nipples. White knee-high socks with red ribbons, white sneakers, and two bright red pom-poms completed the look. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, swinging with every step I took.

The girl with the burgundy colored hair in a side-swept crop, only scoffs at Kitra, taking a step back as she fires wickedly, “You could never undo the ghoul haunts I cast on you back at junior high. I advise you run along to Zorien before I make your bling-bling life a miserable hell, Kitra” What a jarring surprise to see Kitra getting whooped as she grits her teeth angrily and stomps away with a flustered expression. Just who is this girl to have made the arrogant brat cower like that? I’m still staring at her with wide eyes when she turns and catches my gaze. She giggles behind her palm, walking towards. Decked in smokey gothic makeup, a black choker around her neck with a ring piercing i

Smokey eye with a touch of bloody red lipstick. She changed her clothes and chose a more revealing body. She needs money, that is why she needs to set aside her dignity. Her four inches pointed heels, glamor skin and dark aura that made her look stronger. Maria faced many strippers with no shame in her body She stood up very firm that's why the eyes of other strippers felt jealous. "I am Maria Gray, and I will satisfy every man's dark desire."

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

Damon said calmly and unfazed and the bartender had a surprised look at his order. Meanwhile, inside the four corners of an elegant, expensive restaurant that had clean, sparkling floor tiles and beautiful round tables of four chairs painted in red and white with three big chandeliers stationed at the rooftop that extended almost to the floor level alongside with classic french windows where Gloria and her friend, Nelly. “Why did you bring me here?" Gloria who was now all dressed up in a short blue gown and long heels, looking back to her pretty normal self said. “I told you to eat and have good sex," Nelly replied as she looked for a perfect spot to sit..

She quickly realized what I meant and added, "Sorry, I had some blood earlier and didn't wipe it off." She smiled, revealing a wide mouth full of blood-stained teeth. I quickly handed her a clean tissue and said, "First, wipe your lips clean. Then we can talk about how to get popular." In truth, the Scarlet Vampire was naturally beautiful. Her skin was as pale as snow, her figure elegant, and her complexion unmatched among the ghosts. If only she would wipe her mouth after meals instead of flashing that bloody grin, she could easily become a star. I started shaping her character. "Act like a cold, reserved noble on the outside, but let a clumsy, charming side peek through. Your cruelty shoul

It was a game for her. Gloria also loved to show off, and she turned heads as we walked to our table. She wore a black cocktail dress that looked like it had been painted on, and it had slits from the upper thigh all the way up the sides. The cleavage and side boob it revealed were ridiculous. She wore heavy makeup and shimmering pink lip gloss. After we had fucked at her place before coming to dinner, I also inserted a red jeweled princess butt plug inside her. We ordered cocktails as soon as we sat down, and Gloria smiled mischievously at me. "I wonder how much people think you're paying me tonight," she said. Her voice had a saccharine quality to it.