Saturday Night
White Trash
Teenage girl, a teenage queen;
'Til she's on video -- A PORNO queen!
She likes to give head.
She likes it mean.
That's why she's my little queen. - MarilynManson//WHITETRASH
3rd Person POV
The man on top of Frank grunted in pleasure.
"Baby you're so tight."
Frank gave a strained moan in response.
"I'm gonna -fuck- ride you so.. ugh.. fucking hard.."
"Yeah.. that feels so good." Frank used his go to line. Frankly this guy was smaller than anyone else Frank had been with. And he wasn't getting anywhere.
The man pressed so hard into him Frank fell forward, he held out his hands to block to impact. He ended up falling onto the brick wall, they were fucking in an alley anyways.
"Shit baby, was daddy too rough..?"
"I'm fine.. daddy.. I like it rough.." Frank smirked and bent over again. This time, keeping his hands on the wall so another incident wouldn't happen.
It only took a few minutes, but the man managed to get his cum all over Frank's new jacket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, he grabbed what seemed to be one hundred or so dollars and threw the money at Frank.
He then walked off, without a goodbye.
"Fucking midget dick." Frank growled under his breath, he picked up the cash and added it to his pocket collection of over six hundred bucks.
He knew what he was doing was immoral, and Gerard would hate him for it. But Gerard wasn't here anymore, and Frank needed to grow up.
He pulled off his black leather jacket and looked at it, disappointed in himself. His stomach twisting in knots, a headache was forming. He tried to wipe off the cum and he was successful, but the memory would always be there.. and a little stain.
After a few minutes of Frank crouching in an alley way, contemplating his next move.. he decided to walk around the town. Get some booze and maybe some cold medicine.
Frank started his walk to the bar he always went to on rage filled nights like this. Maybe Bert was there, maybe he'd pay him to be in another shoot.
Frank made his way to his usual spot, "What can I get you Frankie?" a waitress asked.
She was slightly over weight, curvy if you must, she had dyed bleach blond hair and she wore excessive amounts of makeup.
Frank smiled at her, "Hey Trisha.. Uh I'll get the usual, have you seen Bert..?"
"Why babe, you need him to hook you up again?" She winked at him.
"I don't want drugs.. I want work."
"Oh, so our shoot wasn't enough for you.. you want more?"
Frank rolled his eyes.. "No, you were great.. I just need the cash."
Trisha made a 'pppssshhh' sound.
"Baby, you're more of a whore than I'll ever be. And I wear press on nails. What do you make a night.. you charge a-hundred for assplay.. how much for co-.."
Frank swatted his hands at her, "Ssshh!"
Trisha laughed at him, "Have a sense of humor."
"I need more cash so I save up for a condo or something."
Trisha got Frank's drink and sat it down in front of him, "Then you should stop spending your money on shitty drinks made buy your slutty friend."
Frank shrugged. "I'm homeless, I've been hopping around motels for the past month."
"Okay, we've all been through that. You can stay with me till you get on your feet."
"Do you mean it?"
"Totally, I just need to clean up some."
"Can I ask you a question?"
Trisha nodded..
"..Uh.. do you have.. dildo's lying around your house.. like in the cup board .. and in the dish washer?"
She rolled her eyes, "Wait for my shift to be over. Asshole."
"Okay, Fishy." Frank blew her a kiss as she flipped him off while going to other costumers and taking care of their thirst.
Frank gulped down his drink and laid his head down on the bar table, and as he was drifting to sleep he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What?" he grumbled.
"Hey Frank." it was another man speaking, in a husky growl.
Frank lifted his head, "What?"
"I heard you were looking for me. Something about another shoot."
Frank rubbed his eyes and got a better look at the man who was talking to him. Bert.
"I'm kind of drunk right now, can we talk when I'm not shit faced?"
"Hey now, you've only had one drink."
"A glass of fucking fire ball."
Bert laughed, "Why the hell would you even drink that?"
"Cause I'm a dumbass."
"Got it. Now babe, I was thinking a kind of Halloween scenery.. I know you're into that, I can see it in your eyes. You could put it in a pumpkin. Speaking of pumpkin, Trish would be perfect for it. She's got some spooky tit-.."
"Not fucking now Bert." Trisha put a hand on Frank's shoulder. She gave him a hard look.
"Fine." He growled and walked away to another group of kids, he gave them a weird smile.
"Fucking creep." Trish said through gritted teeth.
Lindsey's POV
I have fucking nothing to wear that would impress Gerard. He's seen it all before, frankly, I think he's starting to get bored of me. All he talks about is finding that guy.. Frank.
I push through all my clothes in our closet and I eventually pull out this white top that had a tie hanging off the hanger.
My old high school uniform, It wasn't that long ago I was a senior. Same for Gee, he only graduated this year. And it's so funny. We already have a place together.. that my dad paid for.
I stripped and put on the shirt and tie. I guess it's too small because boobs are suffocating.
I go through more shit till finally, the gods have blessed me, the matching plaid skirt comes into view. I shimmy it on and the outfit is complete.
I skip on over to the bathroom where Gerard is brushing his teeth.
He greets me with his eyes and then turns back to what he was doing, "Morning." I smile at him.
"Interesting fashion choice.. taking a step away from the usual I see."
"You like?" I grab two hair ties from my wrist and I put my hair into pig tails.
"I'd like it with a knife and some blood. There's something about it that screams 'Revenge' "
"You've already got your revenge."
"I still gotta find Frank!" Gerard grabs me by the hips and he holds me close to him.
"I have to." he whispers.
"I'll help you find him, if you promise to start living a normal life with me afterwards."
His smile went ear to ear, he pulled me into a deep kiss.
"Thank you."
'Til she's on video -- A PORNO queen!
She likes to give head.
She likes it mean.
That's why she's my little queen. - MarilynManson//WHITETRASH
3rd Person POV
The man on top of Frank grunted in pleasure.
"Baby you're so tight."
Frank gave a strained moan in response.
"I'm gonna -fuck- ride you so.. ugh.. fucking hard.."
"Yeah.. that feels so good." Frank used his go to line. Frankly this guy was smaller than anyone else Frank had been with. And he wasn't getting anywhere.
The man pressed so hard into him Frank fell forward, he held out his hands to block to impact. He ended up falling onto the brick wall, they were fucking in an alley anyways.
"Shit baby, was daddy too rough..?"
"I'm fine.. daddy.. I like it rough.." Frank smirked and bent over again. This time, keeping his hands on the wall so another incident wouldn't happen.
It only took a few minutes, but the man managed to get his cum all over Frank's new jacket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, he grabbed what seemed to be one hundred or so dollars and threw the money at Frank.
He then walked off, without a goodbye.
"Fucking midget dick." Frank growled under his breath, he picked up the cash and added it to his pocket collection of over six hundred bucks.
He knew what he was doing was immoral, and Gerard would hate him for it. But Gerard wasn't here anymore, and Frank needed to grow up.
He pulled off his black leather jacket and looked at it, disappointed in himself. His stomach twisting in knots, a headache was forming. He tried to wipe off the cum and he was successful, but the memory would always be there.. and a little stain.
After a few minutes of Frank crouching in an alley way, contemplating his next move.. he decided to walk around the town. Get some booze and maybe some cold medicine.
Frank started his walk to the bar he always went to on rage filled nights like this. Maybe Bert was there, maybe he'd pay him to be in another shoot.
Frank made his way to his usual spot, "What can I get you Frankie?" a waitress asked.
She was slightly over weight, curvy if you must, she had dyed bleach blond hair and she wore excessive amounts of makeup.
Frank smiled at her, "Hey Trisha.. Uh I'll get the usual, have you seen Bert..?"
"Why babe, you need him to hook you up again?" She winked at him.
"I don't want drugs.. I want work."
"Oh, so our shoot wasn't enough for you.. you want more?"
Frank rolled his eyes.. "No, you were great.. I just need the cash."
Trisha made a 'pppssshhh' sound.
"Baby, you're more of a whore than I'll ever be. And I wear press on nails. What do you make a night.. you charge a-hundred for assplay.. how much for co-.."
Frank swatted his hands at her, "Ssshh!"
Trisha laughed at him, "Have a sense of humor."
"I need more cash so I save up for a condo or something."
Trisha got Frank's drink and sat it down in front of him, "Then you should stop spending your money on shitty drinks made buy your slutty friend."
Frank shrugged. "I'm homeless, I've been hopping around motels for the past month."
"Okay, we've all been through that. You can stay with me till you get on your feet."
"Do you mean it?"
"Totally, I just need to clean up some."
"Can I ask you a question?"
Trisha nodded..
"..Uh.. do you have.. dildo's lying around your house.. like in the cup board .. and in the dish washer?"
She rolled her eyes, "Wait for my shift to be over. Asshole."
"Okay, Fishy." Frank blew her a kiss as she flipped him off while going to other costumers and taking care of their thirst.
Frank gulped down his drink and laid his head down on the bar table, and as he was drifting to sleep he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What?" he grumbled.
"Hey Frank." it was another man speaking, in a husky growl.
Frank lifted his head, "What?"
"I heard you were looking for me. Something about another shoot."
Frank rubbed his eyes and got a better look at the man who was talking to him. Bert.
"I'm kind of drunk right now, can we talk when I'm not shit faced?"
"Hey now, you've only had one drink."
"A glass of fucking fire ball."
Bert laughed, "Why the hell would you even drink that?"
"Cause I'm a dumbass."
"Got it. Now babe, I was thinking a kind of Halloween scenery.. I know you're into that, I can see it in your eyes. You could put it in a pumpkin. Speaking of pumpkin, Trish would be perfect for it. She's got some spooky tit-.."
"Not fucking now Bert." Trisha put a hand on Frank's shoulder. She gave him a hard look.
"Fine." He growled and walked away to another group of kids, he gave them a weird smile.
"Fucking creep." Trish said through gritted teeth.
Lindsey's POV
I have fucking nothing to wear that would impress Gerard. He's seen it all before, frankly, I think he's starting to get bored of me. All he talks about is finding that guy.. Frank.
I push through all my clothes in our closet and I eventually pull out this white top that had a tie hanging off the hanger.
My old high school uniform, It wasn't that long ago I was a senior. Same for Gee, he only graduated this year. And it's so funny. We already have a place together.. that my dad paid for.
I stripped and put on the shirt and tie. I guess it's too small because boobs are suffocating.
I go through more shit till finally, the gods have blessed me, the matching plaid skirt comes into view. I shimmy it on and the outfit is complete.
I skip on over to the bathroom where Gerard is brushing his teeth.
He greets me with his eyes and then turns back to what he was doing, "Morning." I smile at him.
"Interesting fashion choice.. taking a step away from the usual I see."
"You like?" I grab two hair ties from my wrist and I put my hair into pig tails.
"I'd like it with a knife and some blood. There's something about it that screams 'Revenge' "
"You've already got your revenge."
"I still gotta find Frank!" Gerard grabs me by the hips and he holds me close to him.
"I have to." he whispers.
"I'll help you find him, if you promise to start living a normal life with me afterwards."
His smile went ear to ear, he pulled me into a deep kiss.
"Thank you."
Notes
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