Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

Chapter 26: Diamonds and Regret People started whispering. “Is that Frank Martinez’s daughter?” “She looks different with that hair… but that behavior? It checks out.” “She might be pretty, but she’s out of control.” Chiffon’s friend pointed a trembling finger at me. “You shameless little—!” Chiffon stood up, dripping in chocolate, her white dress now ruined beyond repair. Her eyes were pure fire. I took an instinctive step back. She lunged toward me—

Storm sat beside me, eyeing the girl before us. “What can I get you, sir?” She leaned over the table, showing off her aasets. The girl wore a skimpy dress, green hair, big eyes and all. She was hot. But even as I looked at her, I couldn’t really see her. Chiara made it that my eyes saw no one and my mind thought of nobody but her. And my heart, don’t even start. “Bourbon, with rocks.” Storm answered for me and the girl walked away. See, even my ears were deaf before other women. What did that sexy witch do to me?

“You’ve got two companions who see you daily. That’s huge for a courtesan this early on.” “Only one,” I said as I sighed and began looking over the body paints. I didn’t have much left, and knew I couldn’t afford any more right now, but there was only one design I’d not worn in public yet; the one from my unveiling ceremony. “Tomichii doesn’t want me today. I’ve just got Keaton and then Rick until the very last hour of the day.”

greeted Julya, waving her arm around mine. Diana Garcia wore a silver dress, which I did not doubt anything that would have been very expensive, especially because of the small shiny stones that adorned the skirt. The hair was falling in waves to one side, and the exposed ear on the other side exhibited an immense glow studded with precious stones. She wore a strong makeup, with shiny eyeshadow and a lot of mascara.

I chuckled“ No, I was fired!” Her cheeks flushed, and she slowly sat beside me and cuddled me. I don’t understand why she’s doing it though, but it felt good. ****WHAT HAPPENED IN THE CLUB*** “Let’s see your clothes, “ Madam Gloria said as I unzipped my bag. I brought out a red dress, it was just hip length. I’d prefer to wear this, instead of the stupid clothes the others wore. “This is the wrong dress, you can’t go up there dressed like you’re going to a chapel “ she snorted.

So you and Gloria can make yourself comfortable, we going out together. Mike was pleased with Lara's new look and Lara said in a low voice to Gloria - Hi. Gloria was still in shocked to saw how Lara looked so beautiful and she would agree that money could indeed changed someone to look good, as the Lara she saw the first time, looked like a real prostitute in her extremely seductive light yellow gown that Stella had ripped off, and not only that, Lara looked so poor and was looking sick with Mike as of the previous week, but now that she was seeing Lara, She felt she was seeing a whole new lady.

Gloria's eyes widened as she looked at the familiar figures getting out of the car. "Hey! Isn't this Gloria?" The woman in the lead was wearing exquisite makeup and high heels. As she approached Gloria, she looked shocked. "Well, well. Indeed, it's the legendary Gloria from the Silver Spring Pack back then. How did you get like this? I still remember how flashy you were before."

Jessica’s P.O.V “What’s your…who are you wearing?” Over the upbeat music spilling from the speakers, I almost knocked my drink to the ground as the tiny voice behind me startled me. “I don’t know who this is?” “Hi, birthday girl.” I smiled, ignoring the red stain on the gold color chlamys which was draped around my body and clipped on my shoulders. Beneath the chlamys was a pure white chiton that hugged my every curve. With the golden leaf tiara on my head and golden bracelets around my arms and ankles, it should be easy to realize who I was cosplaying but I guess Mina didn’t know.

The underground gambling den smelled of cigar smoke and old money, humming with the sound of shuffled cards, clinking chips, and muffled curses. Viviana descended the concrete steps without hesitation, heels clicking against the cold floor. She was dressed in sleek black leather pants that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a crimson satin blouse tucked in just right, its buttons teasingly open near her collarbone. Her dark hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, green eyes sharp, confident, and hungry.

Aida whispered. She was looking at the direction of a very beautiful woman. She was tall like Avril, but had short ginger-red hair which was straight and in a bob. She was not wearing the normal girlish clothes, but was wearing gothic style. She wore black makeup, a gold chain, a black crop top and black ripped jeans. Only her boots were red. “That is a concubine?” Avril asked in disbelief. What would Dakar want with a girl so evil looking? She looked like a college bad girl.