Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The much taller male version of Bren stepped forward and flashed me an equally adorable, dimple laced grin and shook my hand heartily. Bren continued, seemingly the spokesperson of their group, and introduced me to her friend, Gloria, who had auburn hair that was a mix of wild curls and waves and hazel eyes. She also had a bit of freckles adorning her nose and cheeks, but they seemed to work for her, making her look like the girl next door type. She was tiny and dressed in bright colors that were just as wild as her hair. I reached my hand out to shake her hand, but she shocked me when she leaped forward and threw her arms around me in a huge hug.

The one who stood in Georgia's place was a little taller than the woman, he had a scar running from his cheek to his jaw, giving him a gangster look. The one in Glenda's position had a purple-haired buzz cut with as many piercings as the woman, with a busted scar on his lips. The one in Gloria's position had his purple hair flowing to his shoulder, he looked like a well-taken care of prince with a scar running down his arm. "And I thought you were going to look cooler," my sister said, disappointed.