Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

Qingxi couldn't help but comment as she descended the stairs, making everyone look at her in amazement. Today she was wearing a Gucci ripped dark grey jeans, paired with a baby pink crop top, and a black fitted leather jacket was draped over her shoulders. Her hairs were styled in a braided bun while some of her loose strands of hairs were loosely falling on the side of her face. Along with that, she was wearing her famous metal bracelets, and a beautiful diamond pendant hung low on her neck.

A full pink mouth now liberally lined with lipstick, large green eyes with golden sparks, as her father used to say. And a crown of frizzy red curls that bobbed every time she moved her head. Long enough to be tamed but she liked some of the bounce to remain. She had worn her hair in a chignon that night and that made her look older than her twenty-two. Her eyes slid to her outfit and she grimaced. Designed to make men drool, said Maria, the Latino with the long, long legs who was also one of the Club whores, as the gossip went.

The gown's texture was exquisite, with the long sheer fabric trailing behind, hinting at Cheryl's slender waist yet concealing it just enough. From the front, Cheryl's dark hair and gentle makeup, paired with the bangs, gave her the appearance of a porcelain doll. The cheongsam featured a few light pink plum blossoms at the chest and waist, accentuating Cheryl's figure and harmonizing with the lipstick, making her seem like a woman stepped out of a painting. The assistant was stunned, as was Aurora. Cheryl's transformation from a Western glamor icon to an embodiment of Eastern elegance was breathtaking. She was radiant with a dignified beauty that carried hints of playfulness and subtle sexi

I find myself nodding at that because I know it’s true, even I can see and admit it, and jump when she spins back at me holding up see through lace scraps that I can’t even tell what they are. “Black or red, Chica? A good feeling starts with sexy lingerie and I’ve never yet worn either, so you can have one.” My eyes bulge out of my skull a little and my mouth runs dry.

"So, what if I am poor?" Gloria said calmly. "You shameless old woman! You're so old that your teeth have all fallen out, yet you still have a boyfriend? Are you not ashamed?" In fact, Chloe was also a woman in her forties. It was just that she was a few years younger than Gloria and she was more extravagantly dressed than Gloria, so she scolded Gloria recklessly.

“You up and left me for some big city life and a girlfriend who doesn’t want me hanging out with you. You left me! So I found my own way, and now because you don’t like it you think I should stop.” I smart, biting hard, sounding every bit the catty bitch I have become over the past months. “See, the funny thing is, you want me to go back to being your little sidekick, but you’re not even going to stick around more than forty-eight hours to even see that I make it. Doesn’t sound like you really have any intention of seeing me through anything.” I throw my shoes off into the open walk-in closet, rifle through the display of shoes distractedly, and pull out some high black stilettos, studded wi

I also put on a light make up and pick the best dress that I have with me. I choose to wear a gothic dress and pair it with tight high boots. My make up is light but I put on cat eye and some dark liner and add a nude lipstick. I choose dark nude to make me look like a bitch with an angelic face. I smirk when I feel the satisfaction with my appearance. I shake my head as I stare at my reflection. "I think I'm a two face bitch." Margaret look nerdy while Chandra can compete when it comes to a cat fights.

Jack said, stepping out of the bathroom. I nodded in agreement as we all came together. “Tear yourself away from your … your uhm…” I heard, and looked up to see Gloria watching us embrace. “Boyfriends mom, plural,” Grace said, as she let go of Jack. She was wearing an Atlanta Hawks jersey and a pair of very snug jeans with bright yellow sneakers. She looked extremely fuckable. Delicious. “I do much better when I’m comfortable too,” she said, going back to my original question as she flicked her hair back.

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

Other characters: The Club Members: Name: Gloria Alias: Mama G (by the girls at the club) – The Matron (by the clients) Personality and Appearance: • Harsh, strict, emotionally detached; enforces brutal discipline to keep the girls alive; bitter, sharp-tongued, but secretly protective • Respected and feared by everyone in the club • 55-year-old, stern and commanding presence; hair always tightly pulled back; wears dark, structured clothes and heels • Sharp features, tired eyes, faint scar on collarbone; Always put-together—dark lipstick, manicured nails Name: Monica Stage Name: Ivy Personality and Appearance: • Quietly observant, with a sadness in her that she rarely speaks about; obeys the