Thread: Anarchy's Muse  (Casket & Darkest fate)

Who the fuck it this..... Blackie started to say but nodded off, with the needle still hanging out of his belt constricted arm. His head lulled back and his eyes rolled back into his head. Phil turned and saw the adorable little blue haired singing bird and thanked the heavens. It was a big gamble asking Skye's manager for the shot at her up and coming vocal star, but he'd been owed a favor and it appeared she'd come through. Ohh this is Skye Sweetheart, Harry she's my lead vocalist. Phil said as he walked over and slung his big sweaty arm around Skye's shoulders. He could feel the bulge in his pants grow instantly when he touched her. She was just what he liked, petite and innocent eyes that would look great staring up at him from under his big hairy gut. Sweetheart indeed, she's adorable Phil. Don't just stand there dear, come on over and introduce yourself to your new drummer, Angel this is Skye, Skye this is Angel. Harry said with a big smile on his face while Angel didn't stop sucking his cock, only lifting her hand and waving at the awe struck blue haired girl. Harry held up his hand with a finger in the air, symbolizing that he needed a minute as his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he began to climax. His other hand reached down and grabbed a tuft of Angel's hair, forcing her head down and her mouth all the way down his shaft. His hips bucked forward as the head of his cock swelled and filled Angel's throat and then he exploded, blowing a big load of semen down her throat. Angel didn't even seem to gag, she almost looked comfortable deep throating the record executive as he emptied his spunk down her throat, of course she was already drunk so that helped a little. When he was done pumping his groin against her face, he pulled her head off of him and pushed her down to the floor on to her ass. That's was nice, thank you dear. He said with a smug smile, pulling his own kerchief from his jacket pocket and wiping the residue from his penis. I hope you don't have anything contagious He finished and turned his chair back to regard the young blue haired girl. She's too 'pop' Phil, I can see that from here, and if I can see it then the audience will too. You're going to have to make her edgier. Harry said as he eyed the girl up and down like a piece of meat. We can do edgier, I'll get her one of the furry tail butt plugs, she can wear it on stage, the kids with love it! Phil said as he pulled his arm off of her shoulders and slid it down her back and grabbed a handful of Skye's ass. She's got a great little dumper! Angel got back to her feet and used her finger to wipe the excess semen from her mouth and slurp it down with her tongue. She sauntered over toward Skye and linger there in front of the surprised looking girl, holding out her ring covered and semen tainted hand for Skye to shake. You're cute, I can't wait to eat that little snatch on stage, Sweetheart. Angel sneered at Skye before heading over to the couch to sit on her unconscious brother's lap. Well that's three out of four, Where's the guitarist though Phil? Harry asked as he handed the check with five zeros hastily scribbled after the one to Phil. Don't you worry about Miss Sixx, we're going to go and get her right now. I pulled a few strings and got her out of rehab early. You just have us a gig lined up by next week and we'll be there with bells on! Phil said, his chubby hairy fingered hand folding the large check and pushing it into his jacket pocket.