Amy Lee (Bisexual version of)
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Evanescence
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,132
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Evanescence. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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I don't own or know Amy lee, Angelina Jolie or Keira Knightley (So don't ask). I don't get anything for doing this either. Please R&R and Enjoy =o)
She had no idea where she was. Her head span as she sat up to look round the room she had been placed in. There was beautifal but damaged furniture scattered un-tidyly around the vast room. She was lying on threadbare sofa that had obvioulsy once been a very grand object, but the owners couldn't bare to let it go. There was the slow, heavy beat of some music pulsating through the floor of the room, and it was somehow arousing. She stood up, straightening her many layered, gothic black skirt. She adjusted her corset-style top and walked towards the door, running a hand sub-consiously through her waist-length jet black hair. She opened the door an instantly recognised the track that had just come on - it was something she had written and sung not so long ago. She smiled, feeling pleased about herself as she headed down the grand marble staircase into a darkened lobby.
"Ah, Amy Lee. How nice of you to come down," She froze in her tracks; she felt nervous, not being able to see the owner of the voice. It was female, and that was all she could tell. A woman stepped into the light, her dark brown hair was loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a perfectly fitted, and very flattering, black ball gown.
"Angelina?!" She said, dumb struck. Angelina's soft pink lips twitched into a smile. Amy felt her pale cheeks blush bright red.
"Yes... How are you? Would you like to wear something more suited for a party? I have several wardrobes of clothes upstairs, I'm sure we'll find something that fits you..." She said, looking at Amy with a kinda of, lust in her eyes. Amy nodded wordlessly, and followed Angelina back up the marble staircase and into a room just to the left of it. Angelina dived into one of the many magnificent wardrobes that stood round all the walls of the room, and began rumaging through what seemed to be endless amounts of clothes. She pulled out something Amy couldn't see, and began to undress. Amy blushes furiously and turned away, feeling ashamed that she wanted to look. A short time passed before Angelina spoke again, her voice sounding somehow more sexy than before.
"What do you think? Got any clue as to what kind of party it is?" Amy gawped, and felt her jaw drop open. The one and only woman she had ever felt anything for in her whole life was now stood directly infront of her wearing a full body, tight black leather cat suit, with the zip on the front undone to just under her breasts. She had dark eye make up on, and was wearing huge, yet somehow fitting New Rock boots, covered in zips and little chains. Angelina steped towards Amy, who took a step backwards and found herself pressed up against one of the wardrobes. Angelina slipped her arms round Amy's neck,
"I know what you think about me. I'm no fool," she whispered seductivly into Amy's ear. Even the gentleness of Angelina's breath on her ear was enough to send a shiver down her spine and make a bubble of lust rise inside of her. "You need to get dressed now," Angelina smiled at Amy, turning round and throwing a different wardrobe open. Amy began to panic at what she may have to wear - there was no way in hell she had the confidence to wear anything like what Angelina was wearing, and she doubted very much she would pull it off. Angelina turned round and help out some clothes and shoes to her.
"Nothing to serious don't worry. A simple black skirt - with some chains on, a fitted black top, black fishnet tights and matching wrist band things, and some boots. You might want to re-do you're make up by the way, you must have rubbed you're eyes, you look like a panda..." she said, smirking slightly. "I'll wait just outside," she said, passing her hands gently across Amy's hips as she left.
She had no idea where she was. Her head span as she sat up to look round the room she had been placed in. There was beautifal but damaged furniture scattered un-tidyly around the vast room. She was lying on threadbare sofa that had obvioulsy once been a very grand object, but the owners couldn't bare to let it go. There was the slow, heavy beat of some music pulsating through the floor of the room, and it was somehow arousing. She stood up, straightening her many layered, gothic black skirt. She adjusted her corset-style top and walked towards the door, running a hand sub-consiously through her waist-length jet black hair. She opened the door an instantly recognised the track that had just come on - it was something she had written and sung not so long ago. She smiled, feeling pleased about herself as she headed down the grand marble staircase into a darkened lobby.
"Ah, Amy Lee. How nice of you to come down," She froze in her tracks; she felt nervous, not being able to see the owner of the voice. It was female, and that was all she could tell. A woman stepped into the light, her dark brown hair was loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a perfectly fitted, and very flattering, black ball gown.
"Angelina?!" She said, dumb struck. Angelina's soft pink lips twitched into a smile. Amy felt her pale cheeks blush bright red.
"Yes... How are you? Would you like to wear something more suited for a party? I have several wardrobes of clothes upstairs, I'm sure we'll find something that fits you..." She said, looking at Amy with a kinda of, lust in her eyes. Amy nodded wordlessly, and followed Angelina back up the marble staircase and into a room just to the left of it. Angelina dived into one of the many magnificent wardrobes that stood round all the walls of the room, and began rumaging through what seemed to be endless amounts of clothes. She pulled out something Amy couldn't see, and began to undress. Amy blushes furiously and turned away, feeling ashamed that she wanted to look. A short time passed before Angelina spoke again, her voice sounding somehow more sexy than before.
"What do you think? Got any clue as to what kind of party it is?" Amy gawped, and felt her jaw drop open. The one and only woman she had ever felt anything for in her whole life was now stood directly infront of her wearing a full body, tight black leather cat suit, with the zip on the front undone to just under her breasts. She had dark eye make up on, and was wearing huge, yet somehow fitting New Rock boots, covered in zips and little chains. Angelina steped towards Amy, who took a step backwards and found herself pressed up against one of the wardrobes. Angelina slipped her arms round Amy's neck,
"I know what you think about me. I'm no fool," she whispered seductivly into Amy's ear. Even the gentleness of Angelina's breath on her ear was enough to send a shiver down her spine and make a bubble of lust rise inside of her. "You need to get dressed now," Angelina smiled at Amy, turning round and throwing a different wardrobe open. Amy began to panic at what she may have to wear - there was no way in hell she had the confidence to wear anything like what Angelina was wearing, and she doubted very much she would pull it off. Angelina turned round and help out some clothes and shoes to her.
"Nothing to serious don't worry. A simple black skirt - with some chains on, a fitted black top, black fishnet tights and matching wrist band things, and some boots. You might want to re-do you're make up by the way, you must have rubbed you're eyes, you look like a panda..." she said, smirking slightly. "I'll wait just outside," she said, passing her hands gently across Amy's hips as she left.