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

Skye hesitated for a moment longer, before simply sighing and stepping a little further into the room. She had to remind herself that it wasn't like she hadn't sucked off an exec or two to get what she wanted. The difference lay in the fact that Skye never looked like she enjoyed it as much as the tramp. Well, that and most of the managers that Skye had gone down on at least looked better than this guy. her nose nearly crinkled with disgust just looking at him. He did have a moderately impressive load, if Angel wasn't acting up to impress which Skye would believe fully. The blue-haired beauty's eyes fell on the bared cock for a moment, gauging size and noticing what had been left off. Her eyes flicked back as the man continued. Her lip curled at the mention of her being too pop. It's called professionalism, you f-- but she stopped as Phil approached, the hand making her flash a pointed smile. The smile turned into a yelp as a hand groped her ass, and she slapped at the hand. What is it with guys and my damn ass already? Bunch of-- she stopped again, this time as Angel approached. Again the blue-haired girl's stomach flopped and she very nearly turned down the handshake. She could practically hear her agent screaming in her ear, however. So she forced her hand out, holding the stained one in as light a grip as she could manage before wiping it off on her clothes. The rehab rumors were true? Skye crinkled her nose yet again. You'd think you'd all have at least some bit of fucking professionalism around here for god's sake, she nearly spat, rolling her eyes before heading over to a seat near the other two. Miss Sixx which of course wasn't a real name wasn't quite that far away, at least not as far away as the singer likely thought. The girl happened to be sitting just outside, lips wrapped about a fine neck while her hand worked itself between a pair of stretched legs. Hard to say if the company had sent the pretty female driver on purpose or not, but the guitarist certainly had no qualms about demonstrating her dexterity on the record company employee. See, it's just a matter of flicking, drawled the guitarist, her near-Cockney accent sliding into each word. She shifted her grip again, and soon the driver was spraying out onto the seat. The musician nibbled an ear. An' knowin' where to flick, she purred, before running her hands along increasingly familiar territory. Clearly rehab hadn't helped Roxy's sex addiction, but she was moderately cleaner drug-wise. Mostly because they'd switched her onto other, lighter stuff instead. Like it mattered. The driver mumbled something about the guitarist needing to head up to meet now, something about it being late. Roxy leaned back, rolling up some green into a wrapper while absently running her hand along a curvy body. Yeah, yeah, they can fuckin' wait,' she said, before taking another pull. It would be some time later before the Brit showed up, puffing at the last bits of her joint as she walked in. She flicked it away, blowing smoke as she looked at the gathered crowd. Fuckin' a! she chuckled. It's the great virgin punk princess an' the goddam Bay Side Lannisters, chuckling at her own wit, Roxy strolled further in, heavy boots thudding while she lazily grinned, eventually finding a seat to sort of ooze into.