Glamrock Toy Chica Novels & Stories

As if that explains it all. “Oh god,” I mutter, burying my sweaty face in a doll. “Jax has all kinds,” she continues, totally unfazed. “Red ones, silver ones, and glow-in-the-dark ones.” She taps her finger to her lips as if thinking about it. “Ripped, ribbed, dotted, fruity, spicy —” she adds proudly. “I don’t know what spicy means, but it sounds dangerous. One’s camouflaged, another’s got tiger stripes. Not joking.”

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

A clown who fights kids. As the traffic opened up, the vehicles behind her erupted in a chorus of honks. But the girl was too busy comforting the wounded pup. She picked him up and cradled him in her arms, and then she turned, wiping teh smile off his face. Something inside him tightened as he took in her appearance. Her red hair framed her slender face like living flames, guarding it like a treasure. The blush was gone, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses that also concealed her outrageous eye makeup.

She gave me a crooked smile revealing a light dimple on her left cheek. ‘A few days ago. Do you like it?’ ‘I love it Malyshka’. I licked at the smooth skin before parting her lips and tasting her. Avery tickled and sucked on my balls while I worked at her core. ‘I’m close Sasha’ she cried out.

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

"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.

I want to do it in bed, and if I’m going to be naked, so is everyone. Everyone eagerly says okay or nods in assent. No sooner do I get the words out than Gloria is out of her hot pink bikini? Gloria is glorious. Her fine mocha Colored tits with chocolate nipples remind me of how much I love chocolate. Her legs, thin and shapely, are magnificent specimens that support her tight, round protruding ass. She is the whole package and she seems to know it.

Fluorescent lights hum with an unpleasant buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow over shelves overflowing with forgotten histories: tarnished silver, dusty guitars, rows of video games from two decades ago, and a display case glinting with costume jewelry. And behind the counter, leaning forward with her chin propped on her hand, is a girl. A high school girl, no older than seventeen, maybe eighteen. Her hair, a weird mixture of pink and blonde, spills over her shoulders, and her eyes, wide and curious, are framed by thick, spidery lashes. She’s chewing bubble gum. She wears a worn band t-shirt and ripped jeans, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings.

Skylar Fall of 8th grade “Come back here you little b*tch.” A brunette goes flying by me with Barbie number 2, Jeanie, stomping after her awkwardly in her wedges and skirt so short and tight I wonder how she managed to keep all her bits covered making the smallest of movements, let alone attempted running. She looks livid and I can see the other two Barbies coming up behind her, strutting, since running or normal walking is not possible in the sky high shoes they are wearing.

Scarlette and Cooper were going out too, but unlike me, the girls didn't have to spend thirty minutes still trying to pick what she'll wear. They easily found her a baby pink chiffon-silk wrap skirt that almost looked like it had a long split, a white off-shoulder long-sleeve crop top and pink open toes, and chunky heels. Paired with a lace butterfly choker necklace and butterfly drop earrings. Hers was nothing like common, she looked incredible in her outfit. "You're right, let's sex her up!" Gemma shrieked. Taffy wrinkled her nose and snorted. "I'm not sure if that's how you use that word, Gemma."