Welcome to The Black Parade.
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I sighed and went to my dressing room as The Black Parade opened. Stripping wasn't too bad. I settled down and pulled my top off. I stripped and pulled on a thong and a mini-skirt. I pulled a face but my boss wanted the skirt. If not, I'd be fired and it was the only job I could get. I went out and got behind the bar. I did this for a few hours and then I was on stage. A group of five men, black-haired, goth make up, one had stitching up his mouth; came and sat at the bar. These were the people The Black Parade attracted. It had been purposely set up for goths, emos, whatever you wanted to call them. They yelled their orders at me and I set about making them. I slid them over the counter. The short one paying me; brown eyes, tattooed over his stomach with a word I couldn't make out; threw the money on the floor.
"Pick it up."
He grinned. I gritted my teeth, turned around and bent over to pick it up. Someone's hand smacked against my ass and they cheered. I shoved the money into the cash register then lurked on the other end of the bar, swapping with my mate, Angelo.
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My bar hours were over and I made my way around back to the stage.
"And now, a rare specimen indeed, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Ricky Horror!"
I walked out and grabbed the pole, pulling myself onto it. I heard familiar cheering and gritted my teeth, spotting the men from earlier. I decided to stay on the pole a little longer tonight.
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I climbed off the pole, my thighs suffering from friction burn. I danced alongside Ghost, a fellow member. We finished and we kissed, passionate and sloppy. Someone shoved money into the top of the skirt and we both walked backstage. I smacked my head on the wall. Ghost frowned.
"You OK?"
"Sick of doing this for less than minimal fucking wage."
We went into our separate dressing rooms and I changed my outfit. I would now be lap dancing, giving blow jobs, etc.
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I walked out in the skimpiest skirt I had, black lace thong on show. Almost immediately , the guy with stitches grabbed me and pretty much dragged me over to their table. The short one grinned. I pulled my shoulder free.
"Blow job. Now."
The short one shoved his hand into my thong, leaving the money in it. I pushed him off and he grabbed me by my hair.
"I said, now."
I gritted my teeth and knelt down. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them and his underwear down. I stared at his cock and gulped. It was long. I started sucking on the tip and he moaned. I bobbed my head, jacking him off a little. I went lower and I felt his hand in my hair. He forced me down and I gagged. I choked. I couldn't breathe. I heard them laughing as I struggled. I was getting dizzy. I tried to push his hand away but he held me firm and pounded the back of my throat.
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"HEY!"
Someone pulled me off and I inhaled.
"I fucking paid for that."
Whoever it was chucked money at him and lead me away. I was still catching my breath.
"T-Thank you."
"No problem."
He sat at a table in the corner. I watched him.
"I- um- do you want anything?"
I stared as this red-haired man looked me up and down.
"Lap-dance?"
"$90."
He handed me the money and I started dancing for him. I didn't mind this guy. He wasn't a horny cunt like others. He gently held my hips, tugging me back slightly. I sat on his lap, facing him and ground against him hard. I could feel his growing hardness and it was making me horny. He groaned. I leant my head close to his.
"Jack?"
"Please."
I slid my hand into his trousers and jacked him off. His moans made me even harder. He came quickly and sat panting. I pulled the silver key necklace I wore off and handed it to him, leaning in to his ear.
"Come to my dressing room later. I should be in there by 4... It's 3:30 now."
He kissed my neck and nodded. I walked away.
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I threw myself down in my dressing room chair and sighed. I was hard as fuck. I pulled my skirt off and pulled the money out of my thong, chucking it into the table. Someone knocked.
"It's Gerard, the red head from earlier."
"It's open."
He stared at me and growled. I grinned. He reached for my hand and I took it. He pulled me up and pushed me against the wall, grinding hard against me. I gasped and moaned, getting even harder. He yanked my thong off and stripped. He pushed his member against my entrance and I groaned.
"Do it."
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Gerard pushed into me and I moaned. He felt good; thick and long were a good combo in my book. He thrusted hard and fast. I moaned louder and louder. Gerard kissed down my neck, biting onto my shoulder. I let out a small scream. The door opened.
"Ricky? Are you- Never mind."
Gerard slammed into my prostate. I arched my back, screaming his name. He bit my earlobe.
"I'm close."
I whined.
"Touch me."
His arm snaked around my waist and jerked me in time to his thrusts. I moaned and came hard, clenching around him. He came inside me and I moaned.
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Gerard pulled out of me and picked me up, lying me on the bed. I clutched to him, panting. He chuckled.
"Why do you do this, Ricky?"
"I can't get any other job."
"I might have one for you."
I looked up at him.
"I'm in a band, My Chemical Romance, I can get you a job backstage."
"I can do mixes and things like that."
"There we go."
He put my necklace back on me. I smiled and fell asleep on his chest, dreaming of a better life with Gerard and his band.
"Pick it up."
He grinned. I gritted my teeth, turned around and bent over to pick it up. Someone's hand smacked against my ass and they cheered. I shoved the money into the cash register then lurked on the other end of the bar, swapping with my mate, Angelo.
........................................
My bar hours were over and I made my way around back to the stage.
"And now, a rare specimen indeed, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Ricky Horror!"
I walked out and grabbed the pole, pulling myself onto it. I heard familiar cheering and gritted my teeth, spotting the men from earlier. I decided to stay on the pole a little longer tonight.
........................................
I climbed off the pole, my thighs suffering from friction burn. I danced alongside Ghost, a fellow member. We finished and we kissed, passionate and sloppy. Someone shoved money into the top of the skirt and we both walked backstage. I smacked my head on the wall. Ghost frowned.
"You OK?"
"Sick of doing this for less than minimal fucking wage."
We went into our separate dressing rooms and I changed my outfit. I would now be lap dancing, giving blow jobs, etc.
........................................
I walked out in the skimpiest skirt I had, black lace thong on show. Almost immediately , the guy with stitches grabbed me and pretty much dragged me over to their table. The short one grinned. I pulled my shoulder free.
"Blow job. Now."
The short one shoved his hand into my thong, leaving the money in it. I pushed him off and he grabbed me by my hair.
"I said, now."
I gritted my teeth and knelt down. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them and his underwear down. I stared at his cock and gulped. It was long. I started sucking on the tip and he moaned. I bobbed my head, jacking him off a little. I went lower and I felt his hand in my hair. He forced me down and I gagged. I choked. I couldn't breathe. I heard them laughing as I struggled. I was getting dizzy. I tried to push his hand away but he held me firm and pounded the back of my throat.
........................................
"HEY!"
Someone pulled me off and I inhaled.
"I fucking paid for that."
Whoever it was chucked money at him and lead me away. I was still catching my breath.
"T-Thank you."
"No problem."
He sat at a table in the corner. I watched him.
"I- um- do you want anything?"
I stared as this red-haired man looked me up and down.
"Lap-dance?"
"$90."
He handed me the money and I started dancing for him. I didn't mind this guy. He wasn't a horny cunt like others. He gently held my hips, tugging me back slightly. I sat on his lap, facing him and ground against him hard. I could feel his growing hardness and it was making me horny. He groaned. I leant my head close to his.
"Jack?"
"Please."
I slid my hand into his trousers and jacked him off. His moans made me even harder. He came quickly and sat panting. I pulled the silver key necklace I wore off and handed it to him, leaning in to his ear.
"Come to my dressing room later. I should be in there by 4... It's 3:30 now."
He kissed my neck and nodded. I walked away.
........................................
I threw myself down in my dressing room chair and sighed. I was hard as fuck. I pulled my skirt off and pulled the money out of my thong, chucking it into the table. Someone knocked.
"It's Gerard, the red head from earlier."
"It's open."
He stared at me and growled. I grinned. He reached for my hand and I took it. He pulled me up and pushed me against the wall, grinding hard against me. I gasped and moaned, getting even harder. He yanked my thong off and stripped. He pushed his member against my entrance and I groaned.
"Do it."
........................................
Gerard pushed into me and I moaned. He felt good; thick and long were a good combo in my book. He thrusted hard and fast. I moaned louder and louder. Gerard kissed down my neck, biting onto my shoulder. I let out a small scream. The door opened.
"Ricky? Are you- Never mind."
Gerard slammed into my prostate. I arched my back, screaming his name. He bit my earlobe.
"I'm close."
I whined.
"Touch me."
His arm snaked around my waist and jerked me in time to his thrusts. I moaned and came hard, clenching around him. He came inside me and I moaned.
.....................................................
Gerard pulled out of me and picked me up, lying me on the bed. I clutched to him, panting. He chuckled.
"Why do you do this, Ricky?"
"I can't get any other job."
"I might have one for you."
I looked up at him.
"I'm in a band, My Chemical Romance, I can get you a job backstage."
"I can do mixes and things like that."
"There we go."
He put my necklace back on me. I smiled and fell asleep on his chest, dreaming of a better life with Gerard and his band.
