Glamrock Freddy X Glamrock Chica Novels & Stories

She shakes her head. "Good enough." I nodded. "Ready?" Deep sigh. "Fuck it," she hissed. As I opened the door, a hallway didn't greet us, not even a wall. Instead, a big chest barricades our way. Wearing a white button down where the sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, Freddy smirks at us as he chews his gum. "Well, ain't this a pretty sight," he chuckled. He took a step further inside and it was as if the metal box shook and rattled. "You putas think I'm stupid enough to leave you here unwatched and unguarded?"

Somehow, Freddy wasn’t that angry, he laughed quietly, it wasn’t a joyous laugh, from the look in his eyes, it was pure evil laughter. “You’re really a strong one for being conscious after receiving Hatake’s nab, it was meant to take you out instantly, but I’m happy you’re still conscious to hear me,” Freddy started, he took out another marijuana from his inner jacket pocket and lighted it up before he continued.

Fuck, was she glad she’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d been hiding in those pants. She examined the reddened prints on her butt, and it felt like a badge of honor. She wished, absurdly, she had a video just for her. To remember the exact moment her defiance cracked and she became pure, begging need. Eventually, she slipped on a gray dress hanging on a chair and stepped out. The club was quiet. She’d taken only two steps when a figure emerged from a service door. “Lena. A word.” Glinda's expression was far from her usual cool professionalism. Someone must have pissed her off.

I didn't pull away; I stayed right there, drinking her in until the last of the tremors left her legs. I finally sat up, moving to hover over her. We were both drenched in sweat, despite the AC. Freya was limp, her eyes glazed over as she tried to catch her breath. I reached down and gave her pussy a sharp, echoing slap. She let out a shaky breath, a dark, twisted smile touching her swollen lips as she looked at me. "I really wish Mark could witness this," she whispered. “Really” I said

Her pale face was gaunt, almost skeletal, and her eyes glinted red in the moonlight. Freeing her hidden hands in her back earlier, she now raised an old leather book and began to chant in a strange, guttural language, "Pesta Feliulsis, Pesta Feliulsis. The stakes are high, the price is dear. Sanity, soul, all shall be laid bare, for this will be your life and death's fare. The lights dim, the shadows stir. Reveal, conceal, the difference is nil. Pesta Feliulsis, Pesta Feliulsis..."

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

damn he fly" I pimp to the beat Walking down the street in my new Lafreak Yeah, this is how I roll animal print, pants outta control It's Redfoo with the big afro And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow, yeah Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body ( I-I-I work out)"