Thread: Adventures of Black Metal Gore Whore (Kassy & Razorlandside)

Nick Perth , was on a first name basis with Lisa Appleton. He was in the administration office so much that it was only natural. Nick was big into nature, human and animal. It fueled his music. It fueled his art. It fueled what he was on the inside. Nick never denied nature, with his natural raven hair, hanging down to his shoulders his kohl rimmed green eyes and the tattoos across his exposed arms, well muscled and naturally toned with only the barest effort he was a creature of the primal. Sometimes what brought him to the principals office was his attitude, cussing out the staff or arguing with the teachers. Sometimes, like today it was a fight that led him here. He ignored the dried blood around his right nostril, the coppery smell did not bother him, the other guy was still with the nurse and probably still trying to stop crying. Nick never lost a fight... He fought like animal. Teeth. Fists. Feet. Stones. Chains. Whatever he could get his hands on. He was a beast in men's clothing, the only thing that kept him in the school was the principals unwillingness to expel the hell-raiser, Nick knew that the old fag would think of it as a defeat... That he couldn't 'handle' what Nick was. Come on Lisa... You know you wanna. He purred, the basso rumble of his voice filling his chest and bringing a flush to the 20-somethings cheeks. He was smiling at her, his perfect white teeth stained only slightly pink from the split lip he had earned when one of his first opponents friends had sucker punched him. You know how it is... I always get such a hard-on after kicking someones ass. He was watching her with a predators eyes, taunting her. No! I mean-... The woman tried her best adult look and tried to force some steel into her spine. She wilted under Nick's gaze, deflating almost as soon as she had perked up. I cant... Not to day.. Dickie... Errm. Mr. Richards is taking me out for lunch to talk about a raise. Nick raised his eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak... It was right about that moment that the principal himself entered... And with new-meat. The charade started, Lisa put on her secretary face and pretended she did not know him. Pretended that not every trip to the administration office was because Nick was in trouble... And that Mr. Taylor's wasent the ONLY dick slaved over in the room. For his part Nick did not mind, his eyes following the new girl into the principals office with an appraising smile on his features. He remained silent as the pair had their meeting, ignoring the way that Lisa Appleton kept glancing towards him, her cheeks slightly flushed and her legs crossing and uncrossing in discomfort. It did not last long, but when the new girl exited the office it was with an expression he knew to be one of satisfaction and triumph. He gave her a nod as she passed, brief acknowledgment of her style. She rewarded him with a flip of her skirt, exposing a mighty fine ass that experience told him was far from accidental. He let out a low whistle as she walked away and then turned his satisfied smile back to the secretary as the Principal barked his demands. Getting to his feet with the exaggerated slowness of a cat stretching he sauntered past Lisa's desk and stopped for only the shortest moment to whisper. Sound's like lunch is cancelled. Meet me in the auditroium after im done with Mr. Dickweed here and Ill feed you something nice. He gave her a wink and then left, leaving Lisa with her mouth half open and shame in her eyes... Shame for allowing a student to talk to her like that. Shame because he knew she'd be waiting by his car in an hour. ----- Sixth class, the last of the day and the one he was most likely to cut. The auditorium was technically off limits when classes were not in session but Nick did not let something like rules stop him, he went where he wanted when he wanted. Now where he wanted to be was stretched out on one of the theater style seats that made up the audience section of the schools auditorium, Lisa had left ten minuets ago complaining about the cum stains he'd left on her skirt and trying to walk less like she'd just gotten dicked like a three-penny whore in an alley. He had ignored her, he always did after he was done. She wasent bad looking by any means... But she was not his type, just a wet whore for him to play with and stick his cock in when he got bored. Today he had not even bothered to look her in the face, just bent her face down over one of the seats and went to work, picturing the ass he was pounding as that fine piece of meat he had seen earlier. She was still in his mind, girls like her were rare in this town. Rarer still in this prude-ass school. When he closed his eyes he could see that fine tight ass and it made him smile, it made his cock still semi-hard and hanging from his open fly twitch. Yeah. He'd have to get to know her. Girl like that? Even if she was just a poser that body was too good to pass up.