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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I know that my character may seem quite Sue-ish but bear with me, this girl is actually based on a real musician named Emilie Autumn, please let me know what you think, I subsist on reviews.

Gerard was half-drunk off of SKYY 90 with a bad nicotine buzz from a pack and a half of Marb reds. He meandered from the passenger seat of the black suburban up to the front of the club with Frank, who was as hazy if not more than Gerard was, stumbling happily behind him, a child-like smile plastered stupidly over his mouth. Frank had smoked a birthday blunt with Gerard and hour and half before they left and was still feeling the happy dazed feeling deep in his body.

Frank shoved the keys into his back pocket and caught up with his friend, throwing an arm around his slumping shoulders.

“Im gonna take real good care of you tonight, Gee. I promise. It’ll the best damn birthday you ever had,” Frank said earnestly through the cigarette between his lips. He took out the cigarette and blew out a long train of smoke.

“I’ll give you the best girl. She’ll be really cherry, Gee.”

The friends ambled up to the brothel of the red-light district with a huge vacant parking lot. It was a real out-of-the-way sort of place, the kind of place that was on an alley that was in clogged up with customers and girls.

Frank preferred the working girls. He’d never had any trouble getting laid after a show or when putting in an appearance at a club or party, but the idea of paying for a fuck enticed him. He got bored with the college-girl sluts who wanted to say they balled a famous guitarist. Frank would rather pay for sex, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it. It was the chase he guessed, these girls didn’t just give it up, they wanted something in return.

They got to the front of the door that was bathed in a pinkish light from a bare red lightbulb dangling over the entrance. The door was nothing but a piece of plywood hinged over a gaping hole in the front of the building that served as a doorway.

Frank opened the door and let Gerard step in first. Gee was cautious, ducking inside the entrance and stepping down the narrow staircase with his hand sweeping lightly over the banister on the right-hand wall.

“I’ve never had your girl before, you’ll have to tell me about her. Break her in birthday-boy,” Frank smirked, rubbing Gerard’s shoulders in comradery.

“Yeah,” Gerard mumbled, his eyes wild behind his aviators.

The end of the staircase led to a narrow hallway crowded with pretty girls in lingerie flirting with strangers of all shapes and sizes. The room was dyed pink with a series of red light bulbs that hung overhead, it made the girls angelically glow and glisten in shades of blushing light.

At the foot of the stairs and the beginning of the hall there was an alcove indented into the corner of the right wall. Inside of the alcove was a tightly fitted little office. A front desk covered an expanse of the area, along with a bookshelf filled with records, and a wooden chest that housed the card catalog of the girls’ information.

The desk clerk was a gorgeous girl dressed as a risque secretary with a pinstriped miniskirt with slits up the thighs, exposing the garters and tops of her lace-trimmed thigh highs. A carelessly knotted tie hung between her lace covered breasts, which were pressed to the opening in the tight white oxford she wore to complete her costume. The not-so-traditional qualities of this woman were past the done-to-death raunchy costume. She wore silver studs in her nostril, eyebrow, and tongue. Her vibrant blue hair was done up in a sloppy twist, held in place with a pencil.

Gerard was a little bit excited.

Frank walked up to the desk with an air of smooth confidence.

“Eva, baby, I’m here with my friend Gerard tonight. I want you to make sure he has a really good time,” Frank drifted, lifting an eyebrow, lowering his head, and sliding his glasses a fraction down his nose, “and I mean really good.”

The girl who was apparently Eva sashayed to the bookshelf and took out a thick green leather bound notebook and sat down in her low office stool. Her long manicured fingernails rifled through the reference pages.

Her soft lips pulled a sexy smile for Frank.

“Your friend’s in luck. He’s got Emilie tonight,” Eva told them.

“It’s my birthday,” Gerard mumbled.

“Excuse me, honey? Could you speak up?” Eva leaned her elbows on the desk and cocked her ass way out, bending almost all the way over, which pushed her cleavage up fantastically against the opening of her shirt.

“I said ‘It’s my birthday’, “ Gerard repeated lowly, wondering what the fuck difference it made, he was getting fucked whether it was the Forth of July or fucking Kwanza.

Eva licked her lips, looking the new customer up and down, admiring the quiet power that emanated from his brooding demeanor.

“‘Mere,” She cooed softly, straightening only slightly over her desk.

Gerard stepped calmly forward, until he was right in front of the office girl.

She gave him a peck on the lips. “Happy birthday, baby,” She wished him as the soft skin of her lips pulled reluctantly from his.

“Your friend won’t be disappointed,” Eva assured Frank.

“Frank, you’re room twelve. Honey, door number nine,” She directed them.

The men parted the bodies in the corridor, brushing past alternative broads in the midst of foreplay with their customers.

A girl with shoulder length, bold fuchsia ringlets, looking dollish except for the spike poking out of her chin. A labret piercing. . . that’s what they call it. Right?

The setup was so that the unoccupied girls stood in front of their room doors that had gold numbers screwed to the red doors, looking similar to hotel rooms. The girls who were with customers, were inside of the rooms, most obviously.

Gerard passed a few more doors until he came to a number nine.

His blood pounded in his chest and head. The girl in front of the door was delicious. She leaned against the wall, propped up on one spike heel, steadying the other smooth leg that was holding her up.

Frank shuffled behind Gerard’s back to get to his door. “Good luck, bro,” He whispered, giving him a pound on the back, and continuing on with a smile.

Gerard’s girl had long platinum hair hanging straight to her hips, streaked with a color he couldn’t make out in this damn neon lighting. It was pulled back on the sides into a pony behind her head, with the rest falling freely. She had an angular bone structure, he could tell as she lifted her gaze to meet his eyes.

“You’re my girl?” Gerard asked, shoving a hand into his pocket.

Her glossy mouth twitched, almost unnoticeably, but Gerard’s piercing observance caught it.

“Tonight I am.”
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