Thread: Gore Whore [Kassyghost and Darkest Nightmare]

The main green room, where the band, roadies and groupies had gathered, was a haze of cigarette and weed smoke. Sworn to Erebus music blasted from one corner, but loud conversation and shouting almost drowned it out entirely. Kjell was sitting on a stool, leaning against a table in the kitchen section of the large room. Next to him on the table, a roadie was thoughtfully cutting enormous party lines of coke while another was arranging bowls of labeled pills, E, painkillers, qualudes, etc. They'd have around an hour in this room before the venue kicked them out, with the after-party for the core crowd already set to be at the large loft apartment Kjell shared with his bassist and closest friend, the appropriately nicknamed Gool. A tall, skinny man with long, curly black hair, Gool also still had his corpse makeup on, the most elaborate makeup of the three band members by far. Always into his role, he almost never left character these days. Gool was on a couch with his arms around two groupies, who were reciprocating by placing their hands inside his black jeans. Kjell smiled at his friend. A year ago Gool wouldn't have gotten the time of day from girls like that. Amazing what fame and killer music can get you, but of course there was a cost to all this. A cost more than worth it, so far. I think you are like... ummm.. sooo amazing. The lyrics on Church of Sodomy are sooo deep! I mean, you could fuck me like a priest anytime, said the most recent groupie that was pressed against Kjell's side. Dyed white hair and matching white face paint gave her a ghoulish look, while the torn plunging t-shirt Sworn to Erebus of course that exposed her deep cleavage gave her a sluttish look. Both looks would be appealing to Kjell normally, but he was still waiting for Vikki and gave the girl a distracted nod as he sipped from his beer. Her fingers tentatively moved to touch his bare stomach when he heard Vikki's voice shout across the room. Little girl, there you are, said Kjell with a raspy voice, hoarse from hours of screaming. Without a second thought, his arm pushed away the groupie that had been hanging on him, and he pulled Vikki in for a wet, sloppy kiss. Makeup, blood, and sweat didn't seem to faze this girl and Kjell felt his cock stir in his leather pants as their tongues swirled. It had been a while with her. Pulling away, he held the teen at arms length and admired her full breasts and curvy body. For a girl that young to be this stacked was absurd. Have you missed me? Can you tell I've missed you. With the last comment, Kjell took one of her hands and placed it on the inside of his thigh, where she would be sure to feel his cock hardening through his leather pants. Finally he turned to look at Vikki's friend, assuming he'd have to fake being interested in another wannabe scene girl when he really just wanted to fuck Vikki. Well the girl was surprisingly attractive, maybe even a little younger than Vikki in appearance. Her face was what made her look young he realized as he studied her. Vikki had a natural sluttiness that oozed sex and made her appear older, but this girl was cute and looked almost innocent despite her outfit. And what an outfit she wore! Her torn t-shirt half-hid a pair of large, full breasts and those booty shorts screamed fuck me while hinting at a luscious ass. Something stirred in the jaded rock star's body, a craving but with a new twist, and he let his cock grow even harder as he gave Vikki's teenage friend another once over. She looked like the kind of girl that shouldn't be back stage at a death metal concert, she had dressed the part but was in over her head now. The kind of girl that shouldn't be anywhere near a depraved rock star like Kjell, and that thought was very arousing. Hey, Vikki's friend. I'm Kjell. Did you like the show? Kjell asked, blue eyes locking onto the young girl as he gave her an wolf-like grin. His eyes dipped to her chest and then back up. I like your shirt, but it sucks that Slayer has a lot of poser fans these days, right? A bit of a challenge in his question, to see how she'd handle it. So... tell me about yourself.