What happens when the self proclaimed goth queen Lola meets Marilyn Manson?
Lola sat on the bottom of the steps feeling major bored. This party sucked and blowed she thought. This was the party that was hyped up year after year, it was held by the two head Cheerleaders, Jane and Morgan and they were renowned for their partying, but this party was a major bore.
Lola shook her head and let her raven hair cascade over her shoulders. She was surprised they’d even let her through the door. She was wearing thick black eye-makeup that weighed down her eyes. A strappy black-lace top and a blue tartan short-short. She had teamed it with ankle high military boots. She was Goth trash and she loved it. Okay so she didn’t like being the centre of attention all the time, but she loved the stares she got from the guys as they entered the room.
She slinked off the stairs and tried to find a spare space on the sofa but it was full with couples making out. She climbed the stairs and checked the rooms but they were the same. She sighed, she was hoping to get some action tonight but she wasn’t going to get it obviously. Most of these guys weren’t her type.
Okay so there was one guy who played on her mind. Now that was the guy Lola wouldn’t mind getting down and dirty with, but he was majorly Goth as were his friends and he’d never take any notice of her. Lola climbed back down the stairs and back into the living room. She started dancing, slightly tipsy, grinding against random people and touching herself.
Finally Lola started getting the attention she wanted but it was from the wrong guy. But she didn’t care if he was a jock, tonight she just wanted fun. She started grinding against him more and more, harder and harder. She could tell he was enjoying it she could feel the hard on through his pants.
Lola hastinally tried to remember his name, as he was moaning hers in her ears. She frowned. Brody! That was it Brody the lead quarter back. He dragged her back over to the stairs and pulled her onto his lap. He was kissing on the base of her neck and started rocking her and his lap on his all ready full erection. This was meant to be turning her on and he was moaning, but she couldn’t get him from her mind.
He started to pull down his fly clearly telling her what he wanted to do. She nodded in agreement and followed him upstairs. He had found an empty room overlooking to road outside the house. He beckoned her inside. The blinds and windows were open but she didn’t care who heard or saw. Brody took of his jacket and top, and then slowly pulled of his trousers. Lola walked towards the bed pulling of her top and skirt doing so, she left her boots on, and it didn’t matter.
Brody was lying on the bed, in the most boring position she sighed then climbed on top of him. To get him warmed up before fucking him, she started rubbing his crotch making his hard-on bigger. She grinned as he shivered and groaned, he was so easy. Brody now unable to hold it in anymore pushed her back onto the bed, tracing his hands over her exposed body she shivered; now she really was liking this. He slowly pulled down her black lace knickers.
Just as Brody was about to fuck her, she heard a car pull up outside the house and recognised the music, it was Metallica, she climbed off the bed, much to Brody’s frustration and looked out of the open window. The car doors opened and he climbed out. He looked up at the window Lola was standing in and stood there for a minute staring at her before blowing her a kiss and entering the party with his friends, more of which were starting to show up.
He was infamous to the whole school and everyone knew who he was, he was the new kid Marilyn. She shivered at his name, Marilyn Manson. She was not the only one who found him hot. He had a small and select group of friends who called themselves the “Spooky Kids”. She’s heard him sing with them as they were his beginning band, and his voice turned her on.
Lola walked back to the bed and put her knickers, skirt and top back on. She looked at Brody, then walked out the door. Oh well she thought. She heard him mutter “Bitch” under his breath. Lola started walking down the stairs, her top still unbuttoned, showing of a fair amount of cleavage. She wasn’t looking where she was going and walked straight into him.