“God
damn!” I grunt.
Little motherfucker.
“What the fuck?” I growl, making her take a step back.
She is actually crying.
“Please, just pay and leave.”
“I guess I could do that,” I hiss. “or I could get your manager and tell him what you just did.”
“No,” she whines. “please, don't! I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me! I'm really never..”
Blah, blah, blah, Jesus Christ that girl can blabber.
I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Quiet, babygirl.” I scoff, flicking a 100 dollar bill at her. “Keep the change, buy yourself a couple of milkshakes and get some fat on your skinny behind.”
I smirk as I leave the store.
Making her cry wasn't my intention, but it was funny as Hell!
I meant what I said though.
Don't get me wrong, skinny is fine.
Boney on the other hand.
Yuck!
I pull harshly at her dark brown hair, forcing her head back.
I think her name is Sophia, but I could be wrong.
It doesn't matter anyway, she'll be out of here within the next twenty minutes, and I'll never have to see her again.
“Oh, God!” she moans.
Shit, bitch, shut the fuck up!
I pull out and spray my cum out on her back, groaning quietly.
“Say hi to the boyfriend from me!” I chuckle, slapping her ass, before heading out to clean myself up.
She's still there when I come back.
“Can't I stay for the night?”
“No.” I scoff.
“Please, Ricky, my last train left ten minutes ago!”
“Well, if you hadn't sucked that much in bed, maybe you'd have made it!” I grunt, picking up my t-shirt from the floor.
She opens and closes her mouth, reminding me of a goldfish I had once.
“What is it you don't understand?” I growl. “Get the fuck out of here!”
Some girls..
I have this really strong urge to smack her.
“Fine,” she huffs. “you're not worth a second round with anyway.”
“That was not what you said five minutes ago, sweet-ass,” I smirk. “I remember it being along the lines of 'oh yeah, Ricky, fuck me all night'!”
“T-That was just to get you off faster!”
“Too bad it didn't work, I had to start fantasizing about your sister to even get close.”
I burst out laughing as she slams the door shut.
Goodness, that girl was out of it!
Rad meows at me from the end of the hall, bumping down on his fat cat-butt.
“What?” I huff. “I was at least nice to this one!”
He lazily blinks at me.
“I didn't aim for the hair this time, that's pretty nice of me I think!”
Oh, the memories.
Her name was Kelsey, and I only remember because she had a tramp-stamp spelling it out for me.
That night, I learned that sperm really lights up in black hair.
I had the time of my life, she got so pissed at me, she started throwing things.
The best part was that she left by herself!
Pissed girls doesn't come around again.
Ever since, if I feel like having a little extra fun, I aim for the hair.
It never gets old!
“Rick.” Chris grunts, poking me in the ribs. “Wake up, you little shit!”
“Go the fuck away, fuckface!” I hiss.
“Hungover?”
“Yes!”
“Well,” he sighs. “you have to come and meet our new merch-girl!”
“Didn't we look at applications just yesterday?”
“Yes, but I found the perfect girl for the job, so shut the fuck up and come along!”
You should shut the fuck up.
He's still irritated with me.
That dick.
She has flaming red hair, freckles, tits like a ten year old boy and a flat ass.
Fuck.
“Seriously? A flat chested ginger?”
“Y-You guys are my idols..” she mutters.
“Yeah, yeah,” I sigh. “we're your heroes, we've saved your life, yadda, yadda, moving on!”
She blushes and bows her head, nervously fiddling with her fingers.
“Excuse our guitar-players bitchy mood, he's on his period.” Chris states, padding the girl on the back.
I should really say something embarrassing about him.
It's tempting.
“I'm sorry if I've done anything wrong.” she whispers as I turn my back on them.
“Don't mind him,” Balz says. “he's a dickhead!”
I cock an eyebrow and cast a look over my shoulder.
“Chris only hired you because he wants to figure out how it feels to bang a ten year old boy.” I smirk, sprinting out of the studio as Chris starts chasing me.
The music is loud, the room is dark and there's somewhat empty in here.
Just the way I like it.
I scan the other guests with my eyes, quickly catching a glimpse of pastel purple hair.
The chick from the liquor store.
I grin slightly.
Should I mess with her, or let her be?
The choice is obvious, right?
I down my shot and jump down from the barstool, heading straight towards her.
“Hey, babygirl!”
She turns around, looking like a deer in the headlights of a speeding car.
“H-Hi.”
“So,” I smirk. “what are you doing here?”
“J-Just getting a drink, that's all.”
Why is she stuttering?
“O-O-O-Okay.” I mock.
“Please, stop,” she whispers, tapping her fingers on the whisky glass. “I'm sorry that I was rude, won't you leave me alone now?”
“Nah, babygirl,” I chuckle, putting my hand up to caress her cheek. “you see, I get a kick out of tormenting people and after the performance yesterday, you're amongst my favorites!”
“Please, leave!”
I bump down on the chair next to hers, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I thought you said no dates!”
I look up.
Messy black hair, white shirt with holes in it, ripped tights, black shorts and a slutty shade of red lipstick.
Not impressed.
“He's not my date.” the cashier mutters.
“Who is he then?”
“T-The guy I told you about.”
I furrow my eyebrows together.
What the Hell?
“The one who said all those things to you?”
“Yes.”
A hand tangles in my hair, yanking me onto my feet.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” the black-haired growls. “She has an eating disorder, you sick prick!”
“Like I hadn't noticed!” I chuckle, only for her to pull harder.
Jesus Christ, woman, let me go!
“Apologize!” she commands.
“Fuck off, bitch!” I hiss.
She forces my head back, smacking me straight in the face.
Two slaps in two days, that's almost a new record!
“Say that you're sorry!”
I give her a shit-eating grin, receiving a well placed knee in the stomach.
“I can't hear you!”
“I'm sorry!” I growl.
“Oops, I didn't quite catch that!” she whispers, slapping my ass.
I'm officially sold.
That girl has some nerve, and I'd love to fuck it out of her!
“I'm sorry, for being an asshole!”
“It's okay.” the little pastel whimpers.
“Good boy!” the black-haired chuckles. “Now, get lost!”
Damn!
She really is something!
I've got to fuck her.
Add that to my bucket list, holy shit!
I walk back to the bar, going over my options of getting her to sleep with me.
I just might have to get a little aggressive, she's feisty.
I snigger quietly.
She won't be a problem.
Not to me.
I can be just as charming and convincing as I can be an ass.
Trust me.
Little motherfucker.
“What the fuck?” I growl, making her take a step back.
She is actually crying.
“Please, just pay and leave.”
“I guess I could do that,” I hiss. “or I could get your manager and tell him what you just did.”
“No,” she whines. “please, don't! I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me! I'm really never..”
Blah, blah, blah, Jesus Christ that girl can blabber.
I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Quiet, babygirl.” I scoff, flicking a 100 dollar bill at her. “Keep the change, buy yourself a couple of milkshakes and get some fat on your skinny behind.”
I smirk as I leave the store.
Making her cry wasn't my intention, but it was funny as Hell!
I meant what I said though.
Don't get me wrong, skinny is fine.
Boney on the other hand.
Yuck!
I pull harshly at her dark brown hair, forcing her head back.
I think her name is Sophia, but I could be wrong.
It doesn't matter anyway, she'll be out of here within the next twenty minutes, and I'll never have to see her again.
“Oh, God!” she moans.
Shit, bitch, shut the fuck up!
I pull out and spray my cum out on her back, groaning quietly.
“Say hi to the boyfriend from me!” I chuckle, slapping her ass, before heading out to clean myself up.
She's still there when I come back.
“Can't I stay for the night?”
“No.” I scoff.
“Please, Ricky, my last train left ten minutes ago!”
“Well, if you hadn't sucked that much in bed, maybe you'd have made it!” I grunt, picking up my t-shirt from the floor.
She opens and closes her mouth, reminding me of a goldfish I had once.
“What is it you don't understand?” I growl. “Get the fuck out of here!”
Some girls..
I have this really strong urge to smack her.
“Fine,” she huffs. “you're not worth a second round with anyway.”
“That was not what you said five minutes ago, sweet-ass,” I smirk. “I remember it being along the lines of 'oh yeah, Ricky, fuck me all night'!”
“T-That was just to get you off faster!”
“Too bad it didn't work, I had to start fantasizing about your sister to even get close.”
I burst out laughing as she slams the door shut.
Goodness, that girl was out of it!
Rad meows at me from the end of the hall, bumping down on his fat cat-butt.
“What?” I huff. “I was at least nice to this one!”
He lazily blinks at me.
“I didn't aim for the hair this time, that's pretty nice of me I think!”
Oh, the memories.
Her name was Kelsey, and I only remember because she had a tramp-stamp spelling it out for me.
That night, I learned that sperm really lights up in black hair.
I had the time of my life, she got so pissed at me, she started throwing things.
The best part was that she left by herself!
Pissed girls doesn't come around again.
Ever since, if I feel like having a little extra fun, I aim for the hair.
It never gets old!
“Rick.” Chris grunts, poking me in the ribs. “Wake up, you little shit!”
“Go the fuck away, fuckface!” I hiss.
“Hungover?”
“Yes!”
“Well,” he sighs. “you have to come and meet our new merch-girl!”
“Didn't we look at applications just yesterday?”
“Yes, but I found the perfect girl for the job, so shut the fuck up and come along!”
You should shut the fuck up.
He's still irritated with me.
That dick.
She has flaming red hair, freckles, tits like a ten year old boy and a flat ass.
Fuck.
“Seriously? A flat chested ginger?”
“Y-You guys are my idols..” she mutters.
“Yeah, yeah,” I sigh. “we're your heroes, we've saved your life, yadda, yadda, moving on!”
She blushes and bows her head, nervously fiddling with her fingers.
“Excuse our guitar-players bitchy mood, he's on his period.” Chris states, padding the girl on the back.
I should really say something embarrassing about him.
It's tempting.
“I'm sorry if I've done anything wrong.” she whispers as I turn my back on them.
“Don't mind him,” Balz says. “he's a dickhead!”
I cock an eyebrow and cast a look over my shoulder.
“Chris only hired you because he wants to figure out how it feels to bang a ten year old boy.” I smirk, sprinting out of the studio as Chris starts chasing me.
The music is loud, the room is dark and there's somewhat empty in here.
Just the way I like it.
I scan the other guests with my eyes, quickly catching a glimpse of pastel purple hair.
The chick from the liquor store.
I grin slightly.
Should I mess with her, or let her be?
The choice is obvious, right?
I down my shot and jump down from the barstool, heading straight towards her.
“Hey, babygirl!”
She turns around, looking like a deer in the headlights of a speeding car.
“H-Hi.”
“So,” I smirk. “what are you doing here?”
“J-Just getting a drink, that's all.”
Why is she stuttering?
“O-O-O-Okay.” I mock.
“Please, stop,” she whispers, tapping her fingers on the whisky glass. “I'm sorry that I was rude, won't you leave me alone now?”
“Nah, babygirl,” I chuckle, putting my hand up to caress her cheek. “you see, I get a kick out of tormenting people and after the performance yesterday, you're amongst my favorites!”
“Please, leave!”
I bump down on the chair next to hers, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I thought you said no dates!”
I look up.
Messy black hair, white shirt with holes in it, ripped tights, black shorts and a slutty shade of red lipstick.
Not impressed.
“He's not my date.” the cashier mutters.
“Who is he then?”
“T-The guy I told you about.”
I furrow my eyebrows together.
What the Hell?
“The one who said all those things to you?”
“Yes.”
A hand tangles in my hair, yanking me onto my feet.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” the black-haired growls. “She has an eating disorder, you sick prick!”
“Like I hadn't noticed!” I chuckle, only for her to pull harder.
Jesus Christ, woman, let me go!
“Apologize!” she commands.
“Fuck off, bitch!” I hiss.
She forces my head back, smacking me straight in the face.
Two slaps in two days, that's almost a new record!
“Say that you're sorry!”
I give her a shit-eating grin, receiving a well placed knee in the stomach.
“I can't hear you!”
“I'm sorry!” I growl.
“Oops, I didn't quite catch that!” she whispers, slapping my ass.
I'm officially sold.
That girl has some nerve, and I'd love to fuck it out of her!
“I'm sorry, for being an asshole!”
“It's okay.” the little pastel whimpers.
“Good boy!” the black-haired chuckles. “Now, get lost!”
Damn!
She really is something!
I've got to fuck her.
Add that to my bucket list, holy shit!
I walk back to the bar, going over my options of getting her to sleep with me.
I just might have to get a little aggressive, she's feisty.
I snigger quietly.
She won't be a problem.
Not to me.
I can be just as charming and convincing as I can be an ass.
Trust me.
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