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The Road To Hell	By : Crystal_Sugar Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3438 -:- 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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CHAPTER 3: ANGEL'S POV
I woke up on the hotel floor with a pounding headache. I groaned and pulled myself up. I looked myself over in the mirror. I looked a mess.
I raked my fingers through my hair and put it in a messy ponytail.
I sat in silence for awhile then sighed and went to the phone to call my friend, Sarah.
The phone rang twice and she picked up. I told her what was going on and where I was and she said she would come pick me up.
10 minutes later she was knocking on the door and I let her in. She gave me a big hug and we talked awhile.
She told me I could come stay with her at her apartment and we could go by Jeff's house to get my belongings.
I told her I didn't want to go back there ever again and I would just start over.
She sighed and we left the hotel. It was only 6:00PM, but she seemed to be in a big rush.
"Why in such a hurry?", I asked with a giggle.
"I will be late for work", she said while honking at cars to move out of her way.
"On a Sunday at 6:00? You're a receptionist for a window company that isn't even open on Sunday and not after 5", I said confused.
She smirked at me.
"I'm a stripper.", she said matter-of-factly.
"B-but you said....." my voice trailed off.
She giggled and slapped my knee.
"Well that's my cover job anyways", she said still giggling.
I sat in shock. "Well where do you work?", I asked still confused.
She smiled devilishly and winked, "I will show you."
We arrived at her apartment a few minutes later and she quickly started applying heavy makeup and got out a skimpy thong with fringe and a top that resembled a bikini top that matched the thong and also had fringe. She pulled out 7 inch platform heels and tucked them in a duffel bag along with the skimpy outfit. She added extensions in her shoulder length black hair, making it now waist length and then threw on a jogging suit.
She then looked me up and down a minute and said "you can't go there in THAT", while eyeing my floor length skirt and rather frumpy shirt.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her closet and gave me a black dress that barely covered my ass and black high heels. She applied my makeup and styled my long, blonde hair. I still had my cross fastened around my neck. It looked so out of place with my slutty outfit, but I kept it on anyways.
Then a wide smile spread across her face. "Perfect", she said.
Then she quickly, almost ran to her car and sped to the strip club.
We stepped out of the car and walked through the doors of the strip club. "Welcome to my world", she screamed over the music and winked.
She pulled my by my hand through the dimly lit club and we got to the dressing room. She quickly ditched her jogging suit and put on the fringe thong and top. She slipped her feet in her platform heels and turned around in a small circle and shook her ass a little and giggled. "What do you think?", she asked.
"You look HOT", I giggled.
The house mom brought Sarah and the other strippers some drinks and Sarah quickly downed hers and offered me one.
"Er, um, no thanks", I said.
The house mom was about to walk away and then she raised an eyebrow and stared at me.
"And you are...?" She asked.
I was about to speak when Sarah spoke up loudly "SHE'S WITH ME."
"Oh, um okay, is she a new dancer here?", the house mom asked.
Sarah giggled and looked at me with a wink, "possibly", she said to the house mom.
I felt my cheeks burning. I could never be a stripper. And I was a bit disappointed to find out Sarah was.
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard a loud voice over the speakers say "and next to the stage Ms. Ecstasy". Then Sarah jumped up and said "oh, that's me".
I smacked her playfully on the ass and said "well get going 'Ms. Ecstasy" and giggled.
She stood there in thought for a moment then grabbed my hand and pulled me up with her.
"You're coming to watch me!" She said excitedly.
I giggled and nodded and another stripper led me by my hand out of the dressing room to a side stage to watch Sarah, er, Ecstasy.
A minute passed and blacklight turned on over the stage and the fringe curtains were pulled back revealing Sarah holding on to a pole.
Men began cheering and wolf whistling then a song on the speakers above the stage came on saying "I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck".
With that Sarah twirled around the pole and shook her ass as money was being thrown at her.
"WHITE TRASH GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES, TIME FOR CAKE AND SODOMY" was erupting from the speakers and Sarah was on her knees grinding her ass on the pole, ass cheeks spread out.
The song finally came to an end, and I was in shock. Partially from my best friend stripping in front of me and partially from the song. It memorized me and at the same time I felt a bit disturbed from my deeply rooted Christian beliefs.
Why was I so turned on by that song? I asked myself, but I was interrupted from my thoughts by Sarah. She touched my shoulder grinning ear to ear and asked "so what did you think?".
"You were....amazing", I said.
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When Sarah finally finished her shift, she changed back into her jogging suit and we left.
"Did you enjoy yourself?", she asked.
"Yeah, it was great", I said still feeling the rush of the experience.
"So, how would you feel about working there with me?", she asked with a grin.
"You know, I think I would actually enjoy it. And before coming here tonight I would have never expected that.", I said returning her smile.
She reached across the car and pulled me into a hug, kind of bouncing and laughing. "Yayyyy!", she screamed.
We laughed and exited the car and went in our apartment.
We plopped down on the couch and she looked at me like she had an idea. The she flounced out of the living room for a moment and returned with another skimpy stripper outfit and heels. We wore the same dress and shoe size. We were both 5'4", size 7 shoes, weighed 110 pounds. In fact, we looked just alike in other ways too, such as we both had emerald green eyes, blonde hair (hers now dyed black), and we were often mistaked for sisters.
"Put it on", she instructed.
I stood and looked at her shyly like I was expecting her to turn around and she erupted into laughter.
"You are going to be a stripper and you can't even change clothes in front of your best friend?"
I giggled and slowly slid off my dress and put on the stripper outfit.
She went to her stereo and put on a Nine Inch Nails record then started moving her hips and ass and told me follow along.
We spent the next couple hours laughing and her teaching me sexy stripper moves and her performing lap dances on me and making me repeat the moves on her when she was done. It came so easily to me and I lost myself with each move.
We finally decided to head to sleep and snuggled up to each other.
"Goodnight, Sarah", I said.
"Goodnight, Celtic", she said.
"CELTIC?", I laughed.
"Um, yeah, I thought it was a fitting stripper name for you, do you like it?", she asked and looked at me expectantly.
"Love it", I said.
"Good", she yawned.
Then we both drifted off to sleep.
The next day we watched movies and chatted until 5:00 she called her boss at the strip club and told them she had a friend she wanted them to audition, me.
He said to bring me in so at 6:00 she began her same routine as last night and did the same with me. We drove to the strip club with her giving me some pointers and tips. We got inside and I felt weak in the knees.
I chatted with Roger (the boss) a few minutes then did my audition. He loved it and told me to start dancing tonight. Sarah congratulated me and kept me with her that night explaining everything and even told me to dance with her on stage.
We performed to the same "Cake and Sodomy" song (her 'trademark' song for her stage dances) and rubbed each others breast and ass while we danced. We left the stage breathless and semi-turned on from each others touches.
I was getting so much attention from the men and made over $$1000.00 that night. It felt so amazing. It was a whole new side of me I never experienced. I wanted....more.
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I have been dancing at the strip club for a few weeks now. I have been feeling a little less like my normal self. I stopped wearing my cross and I have been doing things I thought I would never do.
I had just finished my stage routine to Nine Inch Nails 'Closer' and I noticed the crowd was a little rowdy. All the strippers were flocking to a certain section of the club like a swarm of birds. The bouncers kind of cleared the crowd and Roger told the dancers to get back to work.
When Roger saw me he told me that there was a 'special guest' that requested me and to follow him.
I was lead to a table that was roped off and had bouncers standing guard around it and several of the dancers looked at me with envy. When I got to the table I saw why there was such a commotion.
There sat Marilyn Manson and his band, Twiggy, Madonna Wayne Gacy, Sara Lee Lucas, and Daisy Berkowitz.
Marilyn Manson and his band looked at me lustfully and it made me uncomfortable even though men gawk at me every night.
Roger said they requested I do a table dance for them after they saw my stage performance.
My orthodox views started kicking in and I whispered to Roger "I can't dance for THEM!". He looked at me confused and spoke "well why not? I thought you would be excited dancing for big rock stars, getting chosen over all the other women here, and when you first started here you danced on stage with Ecstasy to THEIR song." He shook his head confused.
I was flabbergasted, I didn't know that was Marilyn Manson's song because I was never allowed to listen to him. I was told awful things about him and how he had a one way ticket to hell.
And that kind of turned me on to him, his 'Antichrist' image, how sexy he looked sitting there with his mismatched contacts and long black hair.
But this is the guy my parents warned me about and told me threw a puppy into a crowd and had his rib removed to perform oral sex on himself. The thought made me shudder.
"I won't dance for them", I said flatly, then explained myself, stating all the naughty things he has done that my parents informed me of, and began to walk away. I heard Roger telling them I was pretty busy and he could have another gorgeous girl give them a table dance.
I was sitting at an empty table nearby listening and Marilyn Manson never took his eyes off me. It was kind of freaky.
Then Marilyn shut him up by saying that he would only have me dance for him, but the other guys could have whoever they wanted. While saying that to Roger, he was looking me dead in my eyes. I shivered.
Roger sighed and walked over to me and basically DEMANDED I get over there and dance for them. I sighed defeated and walked over there with my "bitch-face" on and was very snappy and rude with them.
I got on the table and began dancing while they gawked at me like an animal in a zoo. I sneaked glances at Marilyn and he stared at me not even blinking, biting his lower lip, and kind of shifting in his seat. Then, I saw it, he had an obvious erection. I blushed.
When the song ended, I climbed off the table and was going to walk away when Marilyn grabbed my hand and said he wanted a lap dance.
The other guys had other girls dancing on them (Pogo had two girls), and I slowly made my way to Marilyn's lap and began grinding and dancing on him. He was breathing hard as he sipped his drink while I danced on him.
When the dance came to an end I was slipping off his lap and he once again pulled me back by my hand and said "why don't you sit with me and have a drink?". He winked. I glanced at Roger who was glaring at me and I rolled my eyes and said "fine".
I sat in my chair at a distance from Marilyn and he simply just moved his chair next to me so our thighs were touching.
He leaned his head in and purred in my ear "so what's your name, baby?" "Celtic", I said rudely. He started playing with my fishnet stockings and licked his lips, I glanced down and noticed he was still erect. "Can I know your REAL name, baby?", he asked. "Why so you can sacrifice me to Satan? ", I said loudly. At this he erupted into laughter and shook his head. The other band members heard because I was so loud and began laughing too. I felt a blush creep up on my face. The only one not laughing was Madonna Wayne Gacy, he just glared at me.
After Marilyn collected himself from his laughter, I began to stand up to walk away, and once again, Marilyn pulled me back, this time on his lap. This definitely wouldn't be allowed if he weren't some big rock star, what ass kissers, I thought.
He began stroking my thigh and I froze. I kind of actually enjoyed it. He began tapping his fingers on my thigh while he spoke to his band mates. I was so enthralled with him and his actions I couldn't make out a word he was saying.
He played with my hair as he swigged down yet another glass of absinthe.
Twiggy suddenly reach his hand out to me and said "nice meeting you, Celtic", then turned to the guys and said he was heading back to his hotel with the stripper.
Shortly after Sara and Daisy left with girls in hand, leaving just Me, Marilyn, and Pogo.
Marilyn and Pogo were throwing back drinks and talking about music.
Pogo kept staring at me, made me feel uneasy. Then he said he was going to head back to the hotel too and asked Marilyn if he was coming.
Marilyn stroked my thigh, almost near my crotch and whispered "do you want to go back to my hotel and have some fun?".
I grabbed a drink from the table and dumped it over his head. He gasped and Pogo looked shocked.
"DO I LOOK LIKE ONE OF YOUR GROUPIE WHORES?", I screamed.
Pogo looked me up and down then erupted in laughter while Marilyn let out a small chuckle.
I began blushing and looked at my bare breasts and thong with my fishnets. I indeed, did look like a groupie whore.
I quickly walked away and Roger ran over to me. "YOU'RE FIRED!", he screamed.
"So am I just supposed to let some asshole grope and touch me and disrespect me because he's some rock star?!", I screamed back.
Roger was about to make another remark, but then I heard Marilyn behind me say "It's my fault, I was acting an ass and she put me in my place, don't take it out on her".
I turned around and he winked at me and smiled, still had his drink dripping from his hair.
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