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The Road To Hell	By : Crystal_Sugar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN MARILYN MANSON OR AM IN ANY WAY CONNECTED TO HIS FRANCHISE, NOR DO I KNOW ANY OF THEM PERSONALLY. THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION, AND ANY SITUATIONS OF THIS FAN FICTION ARE FICTITIOUS. THERE IS NO PROFIT FROM THIS STORY

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ANGEL'S POV

I wasn't happy that today we had to pick Sarah up from the airport so that she could move in, but what could I do now? I already stuck my goddamned foot in my mouth and invited her to stay with Manson and myself.

Manson isn't here, I could always say that it was him that ultimately decided she couldn't stay with us, or that he wanted us to have our privacy, but she would probably never believe that anyways, and I don't think I'm that much of a cunt.

Driving to the airport, Stephen certainly won't let me forget that it is all my fault he won't be able to spend as much time with me now and that my drug use will have to be cut down.

"We had a perfect situation going and you just had to run your mouth. She was halfway across the country, we could do our drugs in fucking peace and without her sitting over my shoulder constantly", Stephen griped, gripping the steering wheel tighter, and beginning to rock in his seat.

"I get it, Stephen, I fucked up, but I don't want to keep hearing this shit. Besides, she told me she was coming to California anyways, I just wanted to make it easier on her", I responded, quickly lighting a cigarette to calm my nerves.

We pulled up to the airport and sat in silence for a moment. When I extinguished my cigarette, Stephen grabbed me and pulled me into his embrace.

"I'm sorry, baby", Stephen said quietly, then pulled my face up to capture my lips in his. I quickly laced my fingers behind his head and deepened the kiss.

The more he kissed or touched me, the more I craved him. He was like a drug. A highly addictive drug that I could never get enough of even though I knew I shouldn't have it.

Stephen gently tugged my hair as he kissed me rhythmically, massaging my tongue with his. I never wanted to break the kiss, but much to my disappointment he pulled away.

"Her plane will be landing in about 5 minutes, we need to get inside and wait for her", he said in a strained voice.

I watched his lips as he spoke, and couldn't help myself but to leap forward and pull his lips back to mine, roughly.

He immediately responded by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me on top of him, as he leaned his seat back.

His hands slid up my shirt, and his rough hands stroked my sides, as I began assaulting his neck with rough nips and trailed my tongue up the front of his neck, circling his Adams apple.

"Fuck, Angel", Stephen moaned as his grip on my sides tightened and he began guiding my hips to grind on him.

I unlatched myself from his neck and leaned backwards until my back was pressing into the steering wheel, causing it to honk.

We jumped and giggled then resumed our naughty behavior.

Stephen sat up slightly and lifted my shirt, but not pulling it off, revealing my bra-less chest.

He growled taking in the sight before him a moment, then began sucking my nipples and tits, not neglecting a spot on my breasts.

My head fell back and I sighed loudly, as I ground my heated pussy against his clothed erection. I pressed my crotch into him deeper, making us both moan loudly.

His bulge was sticking straight up through his pants and was huge and thick. I desperately wanted to see it and even feel how much his thickness could stretch me, but I still wasn't fully comfortable with the idea of actually fucking him.

I felt a coil in my stomach and knew I could cum if I continued grinding on him, so I began to increase my speed, rocking my hips back and forth roughly and quickly, then once again hitting the steering wheel causing it to honk.

Moments before I was pushed over the edge, I laid back into the steering wheel further and reached back to grip the dashboard when I noticed Sarah strutting towards the car.

In a flash I leaped off of Stephen and sat in the passenger seat, quickly pulling down my shirt and fixing my hair.

Stephen lifted his seat and awkwardly adjusted his erection so that it was no longer standing straight up.

"Fuck, I was so close....", he panted out, gripping my thigh roughly, but pulled his hand away as Sarah opened his door.

His windows are darkly tinted, so I know she couldn't see anything.

"Hey! I heard y'all honking at me, why didn't y'all come in?", Sarah asked, smiling brightly in a way that annoyed me, though I don't understand why.

Maybe because my pussy is still throbbing, on the cusp of orgasm, and there's nothing I can do about it. Great fucking timing, Sarah.

"Because we didn't want to deal with the crowds. You know around Christmas time airports are fucking packed", Stephen responded as he climbed out of the car, hugging and kissing Sarah.

The sight of it made me sick.

I huffed and stepped out of the passenger seat to climb in the back, when Sarah rushed over to me and gripped me in a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so happy we are going to be roommates again!", she gushed as she bounced excitedly.

Well, Sarah, that does not make two of us.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay with you and Manson", she beamed.

"You're very welcome....I'm just as excited as you", I replied, faking a smile.

We piled inside the car again, and Sarah was so full of joy, clearly not noticing mine and Stephen's odd and annoyed behavior.

"Oh my God, Angel, I almost forgot, guess what?", Sarah asked, beaming.

"What?", I asked.

"I have an audition for a strip club about 30 minutes from your house tonight. I applied online, and they told me to come in the night I got to California", she said, glancing back at me in the rear view mirror, then looked to Stephen, as if seeing if he would approve.

He gave her a weak smile as she squeezed his thigh excitedly. I glared at her hand.

"That's great", I said, faking another smile.

"I was wondering if you want to come with me....for support", she asked, hopefully. Meh, why not?

"Sure", I replied, flatly, as I looked out the window to watch palm trees whirl by. I don't know how I'm going to live with Sarah if I can't even look at her or speak to her.

"You're home, babe", Stephen announced. Sarah kissed his cheek and leaped out of the car, but I know he was talking to me because he was looking right at me through the rear view mirror as he said it. It's funny how people don't notice something so blatant under their nose.

As I went to open my door and climb out of the car, Stephen called to me.

"After the audition tonight, come over to my house", he whispered, then stepped out to help Sarah with her bags.

"Give me the grand tour again, please, Angel. It's so big here I don't really remember where anything is", Sarah suggested, seemingly afraid to be a nuisance.

"Sure! My first few days moving in here were hell trying to remember each room, too", I laughed.

Stephen paced behind us, quietly, as I walked Sarah to each room, then lastly led her to the room she will be staying in.

"....And herrrre's your room", I announced as I clicked on the light.

Sarah glanced around the room as she stepped in, examining the wallpaper intently, and dragging her hand across the satin sheets on her bed.

"It's so beautiful, thank you so much", she said, running to give me a hug.

"You're welcome....Feel free to move anything around or decorate as you see fit", I told her, smiling my first genuine smile today. "Stephen, you should bring her bags up now so she can get unpacked", I added.

I left the room so Sarah could unpack and settle in, and unfortunately giving her 'alone' time with Stephen.

I went to mine and Manson's room and laid on the bed, lighting up a cigarette, even though he hates when I smoke in the bedroom....Whatever, he will never know.....Much like with many other things going on with me right now.

Speaking of those 'other things', I was beginning to feel the urgency to have it in my veins and flowing through me.

What was stopping me? Manson isn't here and there isn't shit that Sarah can do about it....So with that thought I leaped out of bed and began tearing through my dresser drawer, which was just one of many places I have my drugs stashed.

I was practically salivating at the sight of the heroin and heroin paraphernalia as I prepared it, and finally, it was prepared to be plunged into forearms.

Fortunately or unfortunately I have built up enough of a tolerance to be able to shoot up just enough to feel the positive effects without outsiders being able to tell I was on drugs, so I don't even think Sarah would be able to tell.

I fell backwards on the bed and ran a hand down my numb face as I watched colors begin to swim through the room.

I didn't even realize I was lying there in a stupor for hours until I heard Sarah knocking on the door urgently until she finally twisted the knob to see if it was unlocked, then let herself in.

I quickly closed my eyes and pulled a blanket over my body, and she rushed over to the bed shaking me.

"Come on, Angel, please wake up. I really want you to be there for me at my audition tonight", she pleaded.

I groaned and pretended to rub the sleep out of my eyes, then took in her appearance. She looked great, all dressed up, her makeup impeccable, her hair perfectly curled, and she looked healthy. A lot better than me these days. I looked like I have aged 5 years and have lost an obscene amount of weight.

"I'm coming, I promise. Just give me some time to get ready", I told her, as I sat up.

She smiled and glanced at the clock on the nightstand.

"Okay, just be quick. We have under an hour to be there", she told me, as I shooed her away.

When I pulled the blanket back from my body, I realized I still had the needle plunged in my vein. Well, fuck, I'm glad Sarah didn't notice that.

But just the sight of it made me want more....So I quickly shuffled off the bed and prepared more for myself and got ready.

"Ready!", I screamed, staggering down the colorful hallway to the living room, greeting Sarah whom was waiting patiently for me.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Are you okay?", she asked suspiciously.

"I'm great! Just still pretty sleepy", I giggled.

"Ah....Well let's get going. We will already be late, but I called Joey and told him I was 'lost'", Sarah giggled.

"Joey?", I questioned.

"Oh, right, he's the owner", she said, pulling me along.

"Oh....Wait, where's Stephen?", I asked as we walked out the door, me locking it behind myself.

Sarah stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me strangely.

"He left when I was getting ready", she said quietly, still acting strange.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?", I questioned, wondering why she was acting oddly.

"It's just, you called him Stephen....He doesn't like anyone except for me to do that, because he feels it's too personal. And I noticed you called him Stephen earlier and he didn't correct you....", Sarah said, her voice trailing off towards the end of her sentence.

I shrugged and acted nonchalant as I walked past her to the car, but inside I was having a fucking full on panic attack-meltdown.

I fiddled with my keys and shakily unlocked my car, becoming extremely nervous now that I noticed Sarah was still standing in her same spot by the door, making no effort to move.

"I just found that odd", she called out behind me.

"Are we really having this conversation right now? Are you asking me why I called one of my best friends by his real name instead of his nickname? Just get to the point, what are you insinuating, Sarah?", I asked, turning to face her, folding my arms as I spoke.

Sarah looked blankly for a moment, then blinked a few times.

"....Yeah....You're right, that was silly of me to ask. I don't know what I was saying", she said, shaking her head, then her normal happy face returning. Then she sort of chuckled to herself, looking at the ground. I guess out of her self-perceived foolishness....Well then.

I turned away from her and opened the door, with her quickly rushing over to me.

"No, no, nooo way are you driving. You can barely stand up! You must be pretty 'sleepy'", Sarah said, finger quoted the word sleepy. I wonder if she was being snarky and could tell I was high, or if she suspected something else.

"I know the area better, I could get us there faster", I said as I walked to the passenger side, climbing in the car.

"I would rather get there in one piece....You can just give me directions", she said, winking at me then started the car and quickly pulled out of the driveway.

"I have been stripping for over a year now, I know what they look for, I know what to expect at an audition, and I still feel like I'm going to pass out going in there tonight", Sarah said, her hands shaking slightly on the steering wheel.

"You'll do fine. You're a great dancer and you look sexy as hell", I reassured her.

Sarah flipped her hair over her shoulder playfully then fluffed it, giggling. "Why, thank you....keep it coming", she said, smiling brightly.

I giggled with her. "So you just need a pep talk? Okay....You have nice tits, you have a killer smile, you look fucking seductive as fuck and graceful on the pole, and you are going to make more than a motherfucking thousand dollars tonight!", I screamed.

"Fuck yeah!", she yelled back, throwing the 'rock sign' in the air.

"I fucking love you, Angel", she said, grinning widely, no longer shaking.

"I love you, too, you little lesbo", I joked, poking her exposed thigh.

I turned the radio on, and what do you figure was playing? Sweet Dreams was playing!

"How fucking weird is it hearing our boyfriends on the radio....Is it just me?", Sarah asked, nodding her head slightly to the music and swaying her hips slightly in the seat.

"I don't think I could ever grow numb to hearing Manson on the radio", I said, turning up the volume.

Hearing his voice made me miss him.

I didn't just want to hear it on the radio or on the phone, I wanted to hear it whispering my name in my ear as he caressed me, or hear it laughing with me on the couch as we watched a lame ass, cheesy movie, I wanted to hear it moaning as we made love, or snoring loudly next to me like he did every night, hell I would even take it with him screaming at me. I just wanted something. He was gone all the time now.

I didn't realize what being with a musician would in tel, as far as him being away from home constantly, especially with someone who pours their heart and soul into their music as much as Manson does.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when Sarah placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright? We're here", she said in a concerned, loving voice.

I'm surprised she found the club all on her own.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I was just thinking about something", I responded as I opened my door.

When Sarah got out of the car, she tugged at her revealing dress and flipped her hair.

"Are you sure I look okay?", she asked nervously.

"You look amazing, I promise", I told her.

Immediately walking into the club I knew it was a smoking club, from being engulfed in the cloud of smoke. So I lit up a cigarette too and walked with Sarah towards the back to find the owner.

A large man greeted her and they talked back and forth for a moment, but I couldn't make out a word they were saying because of the music that was loudly erupting from the speakers. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. At least this club has good taste in music, which always makes the dancers jobs more pleasant.

The man finally led us to a secluded VIP room for Sarah's audition.

Once the man pulled the beaded curtains closed, he reached his hand out to me.

"I'm Joey. Will you be auditioning tonight as well?", he asked.

"No, just my friend here", I said, patting her shoulder, then sitting on the leather sofa.

"That's a shame. You're beautiful", he said.

"Thank you", I responded, then sat in silence with Joey as Sarah began her routine.

I hadn't really considered it until now, but maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to work here, too. I enjoyed stripping and I also if I started working here then I wouldn't be such a drain on Manson's money. Besides, what else am I doing with my life? I just sit around, bored all day. And lonely....Unless of course Stephen is with me.

As Sarah finished, she looked at Joey expectantly. I gave her a thumbs up and she smiled.

"Well you definitely have the job", he said, cheerfully.

Sarah squealed and hugged me.

"Now if we could just convince your friend here to join the team", Joey said, smiling.

"That would be awesome, Angel, you should", Sarah suggested.

I shrugged. "Okay. I'll take you up on the offer", I told him.

"Do I need to come back another night to audition?", I asked.

"You can do it now if you want", he said, gesturing towards the pole in the center of the room.

"Alright....But this is a freestyle dance, so forgive me if I screw up or anything", I chuckled, and Joey smiled assuring.

I waited for the next song to come on, which coincidentally was Closer by Nine Inch Nails, the song I used to dance to every night.

Sarah smirked at me and winked.

I seductively and slowly began tugging at my dress as I bent over, bouncing my ass a bit, and as soon as it was removed, I twirled around the pole.

I dropped down to my knees and pulled off my bra and panties, sitting completely exposed in front of Joey and Sarah, then crawled in front of Joey and ground and gyrated my body on the floor in front of him.

My hair was flipped back and I crawled back to the pole, my ass high in the air for them to view, then gripped the pole, pulling myself up and twirled around it, flipping my legs in the air as the song ended.

"Well, you and Sarah can start tonight", Joey said.

"So I got the job?", I asked as I redressed.

"Of course", he said, standing and walking over to me.

"You're a natural blonde, huh?", Joey asked, smirking at me.

I blushed and chuckled nervously, I knew he was saying that because of my thin, landing strip of sandy-blonde pubic hair.

"The men will love you here", Joey winked.

"Thanks?", I said, sounding more like a question. I guess that was a compliment.

"I can't start tonight, though. I didn't bring an outfit to strip in", I told him.

"That's okay, I have an extra outfit with me that you can wear", Sarah chimed in, rummaging through her duffle bag, pulling out a lime green skimpy slingshot bodysuit.

"I don't know, I don't like starting on the first night....I will come in with Sarah tomorrow", I said, remembering that Stephen told me to meet up with him tonight.

"Okay, that's fine too....What are your stage names?", Joey asked.

"I'm Ecstasy, she's Celtic", Sarah told him, then he led us to the dressing room, explaining all the club rules on the way.

The dressing room was empty, which was surprising in a strip club this big, but I wasn't complaining. Strippers tend to be rude to newcomers and catty, they are very competitive and know the new girls in the club will get all the money, so that pisses them off, and quite frankly I will slap a fucking bitch.

I watched Sarah get dressed and touch up her hair and makeup, when a slim, yet voluptuous alabaster woman walked in.

She had long black hair and wore dark makeup, and was wearing a leather bikini, her scantily clad body adorned with colorful tattoos. She looked like a female version of Manson, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I hope she wasn't a bitch....

She noticed my staring and snapped her head towards me, then strutted over to Sarah and I, beginning to fix her makeup in the mirror with Sarah.

"You two are new here", she said as she swiped on a new coat of dark red lipstick.

"Yeah, we just got hired tonight", Sarah said, running her fingers through her hair. "I will be dancing tonight, but she starts tomorrow", she added, poking her finger in my direction.

"I'm Tiffany", the attractive dancer said.

"Nice to meet you....I'm Sarah", Sarah told her.

Tiffany turned to me. "Angel", I told her, just now noticing she had the most lovely shade of chestnut brown eyes.

Tiffany and I gawked at each other for a moment before she spoke again.

"What's your number?", she asked.

I smirked and gave it to her.

"I have a funny feeling we are going to get along verrry well", Tiffany said, winking, and trailing a hand across my upper chest as she walked away.

I turned my head, watching her walk out of the dressing room. Something inside of me wanted to cancel mine and Stephen's plans tonight and just go with her, watch her dance, see her naked....Wow.

When I turned back around to face Sarah, she was already staring at me with her arms crossed.

"You do understand that having something going on with a girl is still cheating, right?", she asked.

I made a shocked face. "Cheating? What EVER are you talking about? We're just two coworkers exchanging numbers", I told her, shrugging as if it were nothing.

Sarah giggled. "Right, sure....", she said, then sighed loudly.

"Well, I need to go. See you later tonight and you can tell me how everything went", I told Sarah, standing up.

"Be good", she called after me as I began to leave.

"I'm always good....I should tell YOU to be good. Don't try to make any 'extra money' tonight in the VIP room", I told her, giggling, pumping my closed hand towards my mouth with my tongue in my cheek causing a bulge.

Sarah laughed loudly and flipped me off. "Be back at 3 to pick me up!", she called out.

I lit up another cigarette as I walked to the car, then decided to call Manson and tell him about my new job.

He answered the phone on the first couple of rings.

"Hello, my love", he cooed out.

"Hey, baby, what are you up to?", I asked, smiling widely.

"I'm going over some concepts with Trent, feeling really frustrated right now. But it's better now that I'm hearing your voice", he said. I could tell he was smiling, and I blushed. "What are you doing?", he asked.

"I just dropped Sarah off at her new job....Which brings me to why I called. I have good news", I announced.

"Oh?", he asked. The happiness in his voice fading. "I think I know what you're going to say", he added, slightly annoyed.

"Well let me tell you anyways! I got a job here at the club too", I said, happily.

Manson puffed into the phone loudly. "Yeah....you won't be taking the job", he told me.

"Yes, I am. Why wouldn't I?", I said, growing increasingly agitated.

"Because you're not going to grind on men's hard dicks for money and let them see you naked....Like a fucking slut!", Manson boomed.

"You sure as hell didn't think it was bad and slutty when you got with me!", I yelled back.

"Yes I did. That's why I saved you from that lifestyle and now I feel I'm doing a sufficient job taking care of you", he responded.

"SAVED ME?! I was perfectly fine without you and I sure as hell didn't need to be saved. And you're not my father and I'm not your kid, I don't need you 'taking care of me'!", I shouted.

"Yes, because every woman's goal in life is to be a goddamned pole dancer, get a real aspiration and maybe I can support it", he said calmly.

"What would be a real aspiration to you? Being your little dutiful house wench, relying on you for everything?", I asked.

That did seem to be what he wanted. He didn't want me working, apparently, he didn't want me partying, doing drugs, or drinking, he just wanted me to live a boring life at home, waiting around for him, legs akimbo. A life he didn't even want to live.

"That would be a start. You for once act like you enjoy being with me and not preferring to be out getting high or drunk", he argued.

"I'm starting the job tomorrow, whether you like it or not", I said coldly.

"Like hell you are, I said you are not to take the job and....", he was screaming out when I hung the phone up on him.

I sighed and drove off to Stephen's house, with Manson calling me incessantly until I turned my phone off.

Stephen was sitting outside when I pulled up, and waved to me, smiling brightly. It instantly cheered up my soured mood some.

When I climbed out the car and shut the door, he rushed over to me and scooped me up in arms.

"What took you so long, baby?", he whispered to me.

"I auditioned at the club with Sarah, and I got the job", I said.

"Well congratulations, I will have to come up there and see you dance", he responded, carrying me through the front door. It was good to know SOMEBODY was happy for me.

He playfully tossed me down on the couch, then sat next to me.

"Manson forbid me to take the job, but I think I'm going to do it anyways", I told Stephen.

"You should. Manson is jealous and controlling, as I'm sure you have already realized", he responded.

"Yeah, so I've noticed....I wish I had someone more like you for a boyfriend", I said, grasping his face and pecking his lips.

"You do, you have me", Stephen whispered, stroking my hair gently.

"I love you", he said, kissing the top of my head.

I didn't answer, because I still don't love him.

"When did you start to feel this way about me?", I asked.

"On tour, and the feelings have grown from there", he informed me.

"Sarah was suspicious earlier and questioned me why I called you Stephen", I told him after a moment of silence.

Stephen hummed in thought.

"I think I'm going to leave Sarah", he said.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he waved his hand to silence me.

"Don't object. I was going to leave her whether I began seeing you or not. We just aren't right for each other. It's as simple as that", he told me.

"And I want you to leave Manson", Stephen said, looking at me intently.

"I can't do that", I said, shocked that he would even ask such a thing.

"I'm sorry, but I love Manson. I don't want to lose him. And I don't want to lose Sarah. If I leave Manson and then get in a relationship with you, she would never fucking speak to me again! And just think about how us being together would destroy the band", I said then shook my head.

"I will give you more time to think about it", he said, as if everything I said was of no concern to him or that he's already thought this through.

"But I won't give up easily, baby", he added, running his hand up my side, then pulling me towards him.

He bit my bottom lip, then prodded my mouth with his tongue, growling sexily, roaming his hands over my body.

He lifted me and slung me into his lap, kissing me increasingly rougher and began digging his nails into my hips causing me to gasp.

Stephen buried a hand in my hair and began to tug at my locks as I began tugging off my dress.

We began ripping off the others clothes, one by one removing everything until we were both naked, with him grinding his hardness against me, looking at me pleadingly to grant him permission to push into my soaked pussy.

Until now I was completely overtaken with my arousal that I didn't realize what we were about to do, and the repercussions that would follow. I don't think I was ready for that.

Stephen must have noticed my change of emotion on my face because he pulled himself off of me and spoke softly, "We don't have to fuck yet if you're not ready", then he chuckled gruffly.

"Actual sex is only one of many ways I can get you off", he added.

Oh my God, those words sent another jolt of arousal through my body, so I pulled him on top of me, as I laid back once again and began clawing at his back while he kissed down my body.

He paused when he got between my legs, taking in my womanhood for a moment. "You have a pretty pussy", he grunted, then shoved his tongue inside of me. I moaned out and arched my back, attempting to push his tongue further inside of me.

I could feel it exploring inside of me, every inch of my vaginal walls, then he began flicking it around. As he was doing this, he gripped my piercing with his thumb and forefinger and gently tugged and rubbed it, stimulating my clit.

"Ahh, yesss, Stephen!", I screamed out, my eyes rolling back into my head. This man really knew how to use his tongue.

Suddenly, he pulled away and grinned at me as I became frantic. "No, no, don't fucking stop", I begged as he stood up.

"Sit on my face", he instructed as he laid on the soft grey carpet on the floor.

I jumped up and went to lower myself over his face, facing him, but he pushed me away gently.

"Turn around so I can play with your ass, too", he instructed, then I turned around and straddled his face slowly, my knees digging into the plush carpet.

He slapped my ass, very hard, sending me stumbling forward a bit, then he slapped the other ass cheek.

"Do you like being spanked?", he asked as he delivered two more slaps to my ass, harder than before.

"Yes, I love it", I gasped out as he continued slapping, now using both hands. My ass was stinging and I'm sure it was beet red, but he didn't ease up.

"Do you fucking like that?!", he yelled out.

"Yes! Harder!", I cried, then he pushed me forward so that I was lying over his legs and he sat up.

The room was filled with the sound of slapping and my moans until he laid back and pulled me back by my hips so that I was straddling his face again.

We both moaned loudly when his tongue was shoved inside of me once again, his moan causing a pleasurable vibration against my pussy.

His hands rubbed across my stinging ass, then spread my ass cheeks apart, roughly. Seconds later his tongue went from my pussy to being shoved inside my asshole as he began fingering my wet slit.

"Mmm, fuuck", I moaned loudly, now beginning to grind on his face slightly.

His tongue came out of my asshole and found its way to my clit, then he caught my piercing between his teeth and pulled it until I screamed out.

I noticed his throbbing cock, lying against his stomach, untouched, so I leaned forward to begin returning the favor.

I tried to take him all the way down my throat, but he was huge. I could only manage to get half of his cock down before I gagged, so I wrapped my hand around the base and jacked off what I couldn't fit in my mouth, caressing his balls with my other hand.

He began quickening the pace of his tongue that flicked about on my pussy and shoved two fingers inside my pussy hole, until I felt my pussy begin to clench then I released my orgasm that I tried desperately to hold off on.

I released his dick from my mouth with a wet pop and moaned as my whole body went tense, then I felt Stephen lift me from his face slightly and sit up on his arms then he pulled me back by my hair and kissed me.

"I want you to taste yourself", he said against my lips, then pushed me forward to go back to sucking him off.

I began sucking harder and pumping my hand faster until his low throaty groans became loud moans.

He gasped as he began to hump my mouth then he gripped my ass tightly as he filled my mouth with his cum.

"Swallow", he husked out.

I almost did, but I wanted him to 'taste himself' too, so I held it in my mouth and climbed off of him, pulling him up to kiss me.

When he stuck his tongue in my mouth, he seemed a bit surprised I was holding his cum in my mouth, but much to my excitement, it only made him kiss me more eagerly, rubbing his tongue through it.

After a minute he pulled away and smiled wickedly.

"Kinky little girl", he said.

"You have no idea", I giggled after I swallowed his cum. "I wanted you to taste yourself too", I added.

"Really? What kinks are you into?", he asked, pulling me to his chest.

"I like name calling, being spanked, tied up, slapped, choked, hurt....Basically the whole sadomasochism thing. I don't think I've ever done anything too extreme though", I told him.

"My kind of girl. I think we are very sexually compatible", he remarked.

"But you were a virgin before Manson, so is that something you were always curious about or did he do that to you?", Stephen asked, though I wish he didn't. It was awkward talking about Manson while lying here naked with him, and it also made me feel a bit guilty.

"I never thought about sex at all before I met Manson, even though I had lived with a boyfriend in the past who was pretty adamant about getting in my pants, but my mind was really pure. I don't think I have even masturbated more than a few times before I met him. But the first time I fucked Manson, he was pretty rough and introduced me to the world of BDSM on the milder side, and I loved it. Like we talked about before on the tour bus, my body seems to blur the lines between pleasure and pain", I explained.

"Interesting....Is there anything that you fantasize about now that you have yet to do? What is your deepest and darkest fantasy?", Stephen asked as he played with my messy hair.

"I guess I would just like to test my limits. I have yet to experience hardcore BDSM, but I want to. I want to know what would break me and see if I'm capable of picking up the pieces if it does. Shit, I know that probably makes me sound weird, but it is what really turns me on", I said.

"That's not weird at all, there are many people that crave that sort of thing, I'm one of them", he said, lifting my face so that I was looking him in the eye. "Do you know I will make all of your darkest fantasies come true if you'd like?", Stephen asked.

I sat up and kissed him.

"I will take you up on that one of these days", I said. "Another fantasy of mine would be to have a 3 way. Have you ever done that?", I added.

"Yes, several times actually. With band mates and groupies", he said.

"Ohhh, I thought you didn't fuck groupies", I said, poking his chest playfully.

"I don't....now. How do you think I came about making that rule?....Do you remember what I said about them?", he asked, laughing.

"Yeah, free pussy comes with a hidden price tag; venereal disease or stalking....Ew, so you have caught an STD from a groupie?!", I asked, howling with laughter.

"Silly girl, why are you laughing, don't you know that would effect you IF I did? But no, I haven't caught anything, but some of the band members have gotten crabs before....But I have been stalked", he answered, still chuckling.

"Aw, you poor thing", I said, pinching his cheek.

"So about your 'ménage à trois', does that fantasy include two men, or a woman and a man, or two women?", he asked.

"A woman and a man....A woman and you, of course", I said.

"Good. I can't really keep a hard on with another man involved....And I don't think I want another man touching you", he said, pulling me up to his lips once again.

"You're such a bad girl....A bad girl that was hidden behind an innocent, Christian facade for so long. But now you're starting to really discover yourself, and I will help you uncover every part of that hidden Angel", he added between kisses.

Once we broke the kiss, I laid on his chest again, in silence.

"Fuck, what time is it?", I asked, sitting up quickly.

"I don't know, let me check", he said, fumbling around for his pants, then pulled out his phone.

"After 3:30, why?", he asked confused.

I hopped up and began putting on my clothes and turned my phone on.

"I should have already been at Sarah's job to pick her up 30 minutes ago!", I said frantically and began to walk out the door, but he caught me by my wrist.

"Calm down", he said, pulling me to his nude body and hugging me tightly.

"I love you. Call me when you get home", he said into my hair.

"And I adore you", I said tapping his nose with my finger. "And I will call you", I added.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips then my phone began ringing loudly.

I glanced at the phone and saw Sarah's contact. I put my hand on Stephen chest and gently pushed to put some distance between us as I answered the call.

"Hello?", I answered, in a fake, sleepy voice.

"Oh my God, Angel, where are you? I was scared you got in an accident or something?!", she yelled into the phone.

"I'm fine, I just fell asleep. Sorry I'm late", I told her.

"It's fine, I tried to call you and tell you I was staying an hour later tonight, but you didn't answer your phone and I got worried", she said.

"Well I'm okay, I'm on my way up to your job now", I told her, then hung up.

Stephen was sitting on the couch now, pressing a needle to his veins. As much as I wanted that to be me right now, I knew I should at least wait until I got home.

I turned to walk out the door as Stephen called out to me, "don't forget to call, baby".
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