Novel & Cerita Glamrock Chica

Yellow lights strung above cobblestone streets, music spilling out of club doors, people smelling like money and niche perfume. I stood at the bar, elbow resting against dark wood, a tequila glass in my hand. A black mini dress hugged my body, the fabric clinging to my waist and hips. My hair was down, loose waves spilling over my back. My lips were painted a deep red. “If he saw you right now, he’d faint,” Salma commented, checking the highlighter on my cheekbones. “Or suffer a mild stroke.” “I hope the stroke hits his wallet,” I muttered, downing the tequila. The liquid burned its way down my throat, blurring the world just enough to make it easier to laugh at.

"Fifty million dollars, Deja. Focus on the fifty million dollars." She dragged herself upright, glancing toward the mirror. What greeted her could only be described as... post-apocalyptic glam. Her makeup looked like it had fought someone and lost. Her afro was giving "art installation meets crime scene." And yes—yes, that was a cocktail olive stuck to her collarbone like a shameful little boutonnière. "Girl," she whispered to her reflection. "You look like you got jumped by a martini."

I can hear her bitter chuckle from my earpiece. " Regina, quit it." Roxie's voice comes in through my earpiece. I perch at a corner of the club, pretending to smoke a cigarette. Something I don't usually do, but you gotta fit in here or you get kicked out. My outfit is a simple leather extremely short skirt and a red crop top that shows a decent amount of my breasts and ankle boots. And to top the bad girl look, I had on a trench coat, something I shouldn't wear in here. But who cares? Being all too slutty isn't my thing. It's Regina Foxx's thing.

He growled. “Ah, I die. Your business dies.” I chuckled. “Do you really have to be so prideful?” He smirked. “And who taught me that?” I raised my brows. “Dad you lose this time,” Jackie interjected, chuckling. I looked over at her. She had red lipstick on her lips and she wore a short pink gown with black leather boots. Then she got off the table and grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray. I watched her and nothing about her reminded me of Normani. She was the opposite. She had heavy makeup on her face, pretty, not Normani pretty.

Gaia POV. Strutting through the halls of the one of my many nightclubs, the nighclubs I named each after one of the seven deadly sins. The music pumping as it vibrates through my being. My black Louboutin heels click on the polished black floors. My stocking clad legs are on display, a tiny black leather wrap-around skirt and jacket showing my cleavage. My long blonde hair hangs in loose curls down my back. My face is done perfectly with a dark smoky eye making my blue eyes pop and a slutty red lip. Walking closer to my office when the moans of sin grow louder the closer I get to my office.

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

Gloria, an image of virtue, held a decent outfit before her, saying, "If it's not too much trouble, attempt this; you will look more gorgeous." Rubi realised that implied she needed to strip before them and give them a demo. She was unable to say no. Rubi took the article of clothing from Gloria and gradually stripped off her dress, uncovering her bends underneath. Sonia and Gloria looked in awe as Rubi gradually stripped down before them with little restraint. She wore a slim blue fancy undergarments set, emphasising her figure and improving her curves. She looked shocked; her body enlightened in the faint light of the room. A smoky eye makeup enhanced her captivating gaze, and her lips wer

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

CHAPTER 10 ****CHANDI CLUBHOUSE**** The place reeked of the smell of cigarette smoke, and loud music played as strippers danced wildly on stage. Men watched them, including Vicky Chadda, who had two girls with him. One girl was touching him while the other performed oral s*x. Melissa, already dressed in her thong, stopped at the entrance, staring at their target, Vicky Chadda, with disgust in her eyes. Her huge boobs and her sexy slim waist were already exposed, and she could see those lustful men staring at her.

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.