The Road To Hell

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ENJOY!



ANGEL'S POV



"Wake up, love. Happy birthday", Manson cooed in my ear, waking me from my peaceful slumber.



8 in the morning was way too early for me, especially when I was up getting high all night while Manson slept obliviously. I was cussing Manson out 50 times in my head, but just smiled for him on the outside, knowing he just wanted to spend time with me before we had to get to the airport.



We were flying out to Texas to celebrate my birthday. Pogo was coming with us so he could see Sarah....Which made me kind of jealous. But at least I know I will have someone to get drugs from as soon as I get the slightest opportunity. Manson has still yet to catch me, I was getting sneakier and much more careful. But I question myself if it is solely the abortion that is making me do it or if I just want to because I'm a goddamned dope-fiend....The truth, I know deep down is, because I'm a goddamned dope-fiend.



"I forgot to pack last night, I need to start doing that", I said, rolling out of bed. I didn't forget, I just wanted to seize my only opportunity to shoot up without being found out.



"That can wait awhile, love, stay in bed with me", Manson begged, reaching his arms out for me.



I sighed and crawled back in bed with him, and he wrapped me in his lean, tattooed arms and kissed me gently. Just then I noticed that Manson had some black candles lit and a bouquet of roses were on my nightstand.



"Thank you for the roses, baby, they're beautiful, I told him.



"You're welcome....For my beautiful Angel", he replied. "I got you something else, too", Manson added as he slung his long legs out of bed, the jumped up and left the room. He came back with a macabre looking painting of me. But it was beautiful.



"This is so beautiful, babe, thank you", I said, brushing my fingers over the colorful canvas.



"You're welcome....It took me weeks to paint this", he said, grinning widely as he jumped back in bed bed with me.



"Are you still nervous about flying?", Manson asked.



"Yeah, but it sure as hell beats driving. I think I can suck it up a few hours", I replied causing him to chuckle. Originally Manson wanted to drive the tour bus to Texas, but I don't even want to be on the inside of a car for more than 15 minutes after being locked in one for 3 months.



"I used to love being on the road, touring around, seeing new places....in fact, when we first started Marilyn Manson we would tour nonstop (*no shit, they really fucking did)....But now I would much rather be home with you, as a couple, and not living out of a bus", Manson said.



I smiled widely, burying my face in his chest, blushing. But he gently lifted my face so that I was looking him in the eyes.



"I really love you, Angel, so fucking much. Thank you for making me 'use my darkened, antichrist heart'", Manson quoted me, making me tear up a bit.



"I love you, Manson, I don't know what I would do without you", I said with my voice cracking, now letting the tears flow. But Manson wiped them away with his thumb and gently kissed both of my eyes.



"I want to marry you someday, Angel....I swear to you I would do it right now, but it wouldn't be fair to you. I don't want to take away your youth at 19. But promise me that when that time comes, you will marry me. And promise me you will never give up on us and walk away, leaving me to myself", Manson said, rubbing my back soothingly.



"I promise, baby....I would die for your love, Manson", I said, burying my face in his chest once again, not even being able to fathom the idea of not having him. No matter what he did to me, I would always stick around, waiting for the better days, as in moments like this.



"As I would for yours", he whispered gently.



After that, he just held me to his chest in silence. There were no need for words in this moment.



After awhile we reluctantly broke the hug so I could pack as he helped.



I carelessly packed as fast as I could, shoving in clothes, heels, makeup, a curling iron, my toothbrush, and everything I would need.



As I was shoving my hairbrush inside the side zipper of my suitcase, I felt something cold and smooth, then a chain.



I pulled it out....my cross necklace. The one my parents gave to me when I was 'born again' and gave my life to Jesus when I was 13. It's funny how this same cross can mean two different things at different points in my life, back then it meant my devotion to Christ, and a new life. Now I don't even think or feel the same.



Manson saw me examining it in my hand. "What's this?", he asked, pulling my hand to him. He pulled the cross from my hand and spoke again, "I thought I told you that I'm your one and only God now", he said smirking.



"You are", I said, winking. "Could you imagine if I worshiped Jesus the same way I worship you?", I giggled, then fell back on the bed. "Ahh, yesss, Jesus, save me, ahhh, I need your redemption", I moaned, rubbing my breasts playfully.



Manson threw his head back with laughter, then fell on top of me. "You are going straight to hell, young lady", he laughed, then pecked my lips.



"That's okay, as long as I have you with me, I would follow you to the gates of Hades", I smirked then pulled him in for a deeper kiss.



Manson moaned into my mouth and soon I felt his hardness through my silk sleep pants, pressing directly on my heated cunt.



I pulled my shirt off, then worked on his, between desperate kisses. Manson suddenly pulled away from my body and I whimpered, but he was just getting up to pull off his boxers and then roughly jerked off my panties, causing him to pull my body across the bed.



He positioned himself between my legs again, then dangled the cross over my head. He slowly brought it down and dragged it across my breasts, then down my body, to my pussy.



He smirked at me then pushed my legs further apart, crawling down in between them.



Manson pushed my pussy lips apart, then I felt the cold cross brush against my clit lightly....This was wrong, even for Manson, but my body reacted unconsciously and I began grinding on the cross that he was firmly pressing against me and I began to lightly moan out....He's right, I am going straight to hell if there is one.



"Mmm, my little fallen Angel, I'm quite sure this qualifies as blasphemy", Manson snickered darkly as he proceeded to penetrate me with the cross.



He kept the cross inside of me as he snaked up my body and began sucking my neck harshly. When Manson began biting my jaw, I placed his hand on my neck. "Goddamn, daddy HURT ME!", I screamed out.



He looked skeptical to do as I said, but then his grip around my throat tightened with his nails digging into me. In a flash he pulled off of me and went to the closet, retrieving 4 black satin scarves.



He began tying both of my wrists and both of my feet to the bedposts, tightly then smirked down at my spread body while he lit a cigarette.



"Tell me, Angel, are you afraid of me?", Manson asked in a serious tone.



I shook my head vigorously. "No, why are you asking me this?", I replied quickly, confused.



"Do you trust me?", he asked, ignoring my question as he gently caressed my face with the hand holding his cigarette, then blew out a cloud of smoke.



"Yes, of course", I answered.



"Why?", he asked, harshly, gripping my throat.



"B-because I know you wouldn't hurt me", I stuttered out.



With that he backhanded me across my face with his ringed hand, causing me to yelp and my pussy to become wetter.



Then, he gripped my jaw roughly and forced me to look at him as he held the cherry of the cigarette close to my face. He slowly brought it closer until I could feel the heat of it on my skin, without the fire actually touching me and began squirming and attempting to pull away, fearfully.



He watched me squirm and fight for a moment, then snickered and threw my head back against the pillow and took a long drag off his cigarette.



"Now that I have proved to you that I will hurt you....WHY do you trust me?", Manson asked as he thumped his ashes on my torso. They burned me at first, but the pain slowly subsided and aroused me more.



I thought for a moment before answering, "Because you wouldn't make me do anything I don't want to do, even if I'm restrained?", I said, making it sound more like a question.



"No?", he questioned as he extinguished his cigarette then positioned himself over me and gripped my hair.



"You're very wrong, I will desecrate you and do anything I want with you, bitch, whether you want it or not", Manson hissed then began pissing on my breasts.



I was strangely turned on more by this action and moaned as he relieved himself on me.



When he was finished, he kissed me roughly then repeated the question if I trusted him. Although I do and I'm taking great pleasure in his antics, I shook my head no. Then, he asked once again, if I was afraid of him, and I told him I was.



"Good, bitch, you better fear your God", Manson groaned in my ear, in an aroused voice as he reached his hand down to my pussy and retrieved the cross.



He sucked off my juices from it then clasped the cross around my neck. "Look at the dirty Christian whore you've become", Manson mocked as he retrieved his phone and snapped a picture of me, although I don't know why and it made me somewhat nervous.



"M-master please fuck me", I stuttered through my arousal then he plunged into me.



Manson slapped my wet breast then screamed out, "Do you want pain?!"



"Fuck, yes, please!", I moaned.



My other breast was slapped and then he reached over and took the lit candle from the nightstand and poured the wax over my chest and tits.



I arched my back and cried out at the burning sensation over my sensitive skin. "M-m-more p-please", I begged.



This time be poured the wax directly on my nipples and up my throat as he continued thrusting in and out of me.



"Fuck yes, daddy! Hurt me more!", I cried, desperately with Manson moaning loudly over me.



His hand clamped around my throat like a vice grip and he began choking me.



"Is this what you want, you fucking Christian slut?!", he groaned, applying more pressure to my throat, completely cutting off my oxygen.



As my breathing and smell sense decreased, my other senses heightened causing the pleasure I was feeling to soar.



My eyes rolled back and I began to feel a dull ache as my clit began to throb at the same time my vision became dim and blurry, and I knew I was about to pass out. But I wasn't sure which would come first, my orgasm or me blacking out from a lack of oxygen.



"Ahhh, yesss, you want me to control and hurt you?!", Manson said through gritted teeth, fucking me harder now, as beads of sweat rolled off of him and fell to my body like rain drops.



Deep gurgles and clicking noises came from my throat as I felt my face turning red, Manson watching me intently.



The pressure and throbbing in my pussy and clit built up unbearably and my tunnel vision began completely fading out, my hands that were gripping the scarves around my wrists fell limp, and my eyes began to droop as I slowly was succumbing to passing out....But just then, I came, my whole body shaking from the orgasm, and Manson released my throat, allowing me to breathe once again.



I choked and gasped for air as I felt Manson release inside of me.



He immediately began kissing my sore neck and I glanced at myself in the mirror over our bed. My face was beet red and my lips were blue....But that was the best orgasm I have ever had.



I continued breathing heavy and choking as Manson untied my hands and feet.



"I love you", Manson said, continuing to kiss my neck.



"I love you, too", I gasped out.



"How did that feel?", Manson asked, smirking.



"Fucking amazing", I replied breathlessly.



"I've been wanting you to try auto erotic asphyxiation orgasming for awhile, but I didn't think you were sexually depraved enough....But now, I know exactly what kind of little freak you are", Manson laughed, then kissed me once again. It was odd that after the loving, passionate moment we had earlier we could do what we just did instead of traditional 'love making', but I preferred it this way....Pleasure with pain.



I rubbed my sore wrists, then glanced at the clock.



"Fuck, Manson, we only have 30 minutes before we have to leave to catch the plane", I said, jumping up from the bed.



We rushed to the shower together and bathed as quickly as possible, dressed, then rushed out the door.



When we got to the airport, we were 10 minutes late and were greeted with a very angry Pogo. "Happy birthday, Angel", Pogo said sweetly to me then turned to Manson. "Fuck, we almost missed our flight! Where were you?!", Pogo roared at him. Whew, I was nervous that we probably did miss the flight already and would have to hold out hopes for another plane going to Dallas later.



"Sorry, man, but Angel got sort of....tied up. And we lost track of time", Manson answered, making me nearly burst out laughing.



"It's fine, but we need to hurry", Pogo grumbled.



We got through security fairly quickly then boarded the plane.



We were the only ones in first class, thankfully. I didn't want to be stared at and receive dirty looks for being with Manson and then Manson get angry and talk shit, spoil both of our moods, then ruin the day.



I sat by the window with Manson next to me and Pogo sat across the aisle from us. When we fastened our seat belts, Manson held my hand and within minutes the plane was taking off.



Manson watched me as I looked out the window, watching the plane go down the runway, amazed. I let go of his hand and turned as much as the seat belt would allow to gaze out my window. But then, the plane took off in the air and began to shake slightly and I gasped and grabbed his hand again, like a child.



He chuckled softly. "It's okay, baby, I will get you a drink to calm you down when we're in the air, there's no drinking age requirements when you're on a plane", he said, caressing my hand.



Just as I was calming, it felt as if I were going deaf or like water was in my ears, and I began rubbing them. Just then, I felt them both pop.



"Your ears popping is normal, too", he assured me, then went into a long-winded lesson on why it happens. I was bored to pieces, but thankful that he was just trying to take my mind off of flying.



When we were in the air, I felt more relaxed. It didn't really feel like we were moving at all and the view was beautiful....Of course the shot of vodka Manson got for me helped, too.



It only took less than 3 hours to get from LA to Dallas, and we were greeted with Sarah who was waiting anxiously for our arrival.



"Stephen!", she screamed loudly, and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing his face. Manson smiled at them, but I once again was filled with jealousy. I don't even fully understand why....I love Sarah and want her to be happy and in love. And even though Pogo has made passes at me, it's not like I would take him up on it, so what was my fucking problem?



After Pogo sat Sarah on the ground after their public make out session, she flung her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "Happy birthday!....I've missed you so much, Angel!", she squealed. "Talking to you on the phone just isn't the same as having you here with me", she said, now sounding as if she were about to cry.



"No tears", I said, now hugging her back just as tightly. "I've missed you, too.", I added. She pulled away and pecked my lips with a loud "muah" sound then hugged Manson.



Afterwards, we piled into her car and drove to our old apartment.



"Goddamn, it feels so weird being back in Dallas....It seems different", I said, as we walked through the door.



"Yeah, I felt the same way when I got back home after the tour", Sarah said, throwing her keys on the coffee table.



"Y'all can put your bags in the spare room, that will be where you and Manson sleep, of course", Sarah said as Pogo pulled her on his lap and hugged her tightly.



It annoyed me and was even starting to piss me off. Pogo has been ignoring me, not even looking at me since we got here, but was just up my ass a few days ago.



So I quickly walked with Manson to the room and began to unpack.



"We can do this later, love. Just sit your bag down and go visit with Sarah, I know you miss her", Manson said, gently taking my bag from me. "Or I can do it for you", he added.



"No, it's fine, I will do it now", I said, slinging the zipper open and pulling out my wadded up clothes. Anything to be away from them being all over each other.



Manson raised an nonexistent eyebrow. "Are you okay?", he asked.



"Fucking peachy....I just want to get this shit unpacked", I said, continuing to pull out various things.



"Okaaay....", he said, and sat on the bed beginning to help me.



"So was this your room when you stayed here?', Manson asked, glancing around.



"Technically....But we always slept together", I responded.



"Ahh, I see", he said, nodding with his lips pursed slightly.



"You two have fucked before haven't you?", he asked suddenly after a moment of silence.



"Uh, yeah, kind of....Oral sex when we were drunk one night", I answered.



He giggled slightly, "Yeah, I figured", he said.



"What do you mean by that?....It was one time after all the years I knew her!", I said, defensively. "And wipe that smug look off your face", I added, not exactly sure why I was getting so upset.



Manson laughed loudly now. "Goddamn, calm down, I'm not accusing you of being a raging dyke or anything", he laughed again. "It's nothing bad....I could just sense some sort of sexual attraction between you two. I'm not even bi and I have fucked around with men", he said, still giggling.



I giggled now, too. I would consider myself bi. I'm attracted to women as well as men, and he's right, there's nothing wrong with that. I've always felt that way, but hid it.



"Wait, how did you fuck around with a man and not consider it a bisexual act?", I asked.



"I wasn't aroused. It was just....business", he responded.



"Business? You mean like you had to suck Trent's dick for him to sign you to his record label and be your manager?", I joked, cackling like a hyena.



"No....fuck you", he said laughing, and playfully threw one of my heels at me.



He launched at me from across the bed and pinned me down, tickling me as I squealed and laughed.



I heard Sarah clear her throat, and both of our eyes darted towards the doorway where she was watching us and smiling.



"If y'all lovebirds are finished with whatever tickling fetish y'all have going on there, then get dressed in a 'night on the town' outfit, because I have a surprise for Angel", she said.



"Bad girl", Manson said, slapping my thigh and got off of me.



Everyone took about an hour or so to get ready, I wore a black, scrunched dress that barely covered anything and black suede 6 inch stilettos.



We once again all piled in Sarah's car and she began to drive a familiar route. It didn't take long to realize we were heading to the strip club I used to work at.



"What are we doing here?", Pogo asked grinning and wiggling his eyebrows when we walked through the doors.



Sarah slapped his arm, "We aren't here for you so don't get so excited", she said laughing.



As we walked to a private champagne room, there were a lot of familiar and unfamiliar faces. But then again, there's a boat load of strippers that enter the business just about every week, as well as a lot of strippers that leave, either that aged out and no one buys dances from them anymore, strippers that worked here too long and don'r make money anymore because the men are ready to see fresh faces (*pussies), or whatever the reason may be.



Several of my old coworkers ran over to us. "Celtic, how are you? I can't believe you ended up being with Marilyn Manson, you're so lucky", was a common line that many of the dancers repeated to me as they saw me, but there were also glares and whispers that I was a slut and was using him for money....Whatever.



When we entered the dimly lit secluded room, Roger walked in and gave me a big hug. "It's good to see you, Celtic. We miss you around here", he said. He shook Manson's hand then left us alone.



We all sat on a red velvet couch, that wraps around room. There was a pole in the center and a red shag carpet....I was all too familiar with this room.



"I wanted to get you a lap dance and your own 'private show' from one of the sexiest bitches that work here", Sarah said, winking, and as if on cue, a new girl that works here walked in. She was sexy, black hair cascaded down her back, she had a nice body, and a beautiful face to match, and had two full sleeves of tattoos.



"Don't be afraid to touch Valerie or slap her ass, she's fine with it and we already cleared it with Roger", Sarah informed me.



A hip hop song I was unfamiliar with began blasting from the speakers and she slowly started removing her net shirt as she inched towards me and Sarah poured everyone a glass of absinthe.



The stripper bent over in my face and snapped her thongs against her ass.



Sarah slid a $20 in her thong and Valerie flipped her hair back, causing it to slightly brush across my face, then she straddled my lap, leaning forward slightly and began shaking her ass on me.



I felt a little like Manson the night I met him, I was sipping absinthe as a girl was grinding on me, and it seems Manson was thinking the same because he began smirking at me.



"Seem familiar?", he laughed. I bit my lip and gently slapped Valerie's ass, causing her to chuckle.



Her thong was removed and she climbed over me, shoving her huge silicone tits in my face and caressing my hair as she continued the dance....The more I drank, the less awkward this got and the more I was enjoying the dance.



Soon Valerie was down on the floor laying on her back with her legs spread open, leaving her womanhood in full view of all of us as Manson threw money down on her.



She dragged her hand down her body and across her pussy before she rolled over to her knees, sticking her ass in the air and began shaking it once again, then crawled over to the pole in the middle of the room and twirled around it.



She danced for a few more minutes then stood and pulled her clothes back on. She gave me a hug and told me happy birthday then Sarah gave her a wad of money and thanked her.



By this time I was already working on my second glass of absinthe and was feeling quite tipsy, but I continued to drink.



As soon as Valerie left, Sarah stood and pulled off her red dress, revealing a lacy stripper bra and bottoms, and I giggled.



"I'm going to dance for you, too!", she laughed as Pogo wolf whistled and Sweet Dreams began blaring through the speakers.



Sarah spread my legs and climbed on top of me, wrapping her legs around me and grinding, as she slowly pulled her bra off.



She giggled and sang along with the song, imitating Manson's voice the best she could.



Sarah wiggled down my body and positioned herself between my legs, on her knees, and raked her nails up my legs and the song ended.



Manson, Pogo, and I all clapped and she pulled her dress back on.



"I hoped you liked your dance", Sarah said, slightly slurring her words as she poured herself more absinthe.



"I loved it!", I yelled out, hugging her. "Uh oh, but you better watch out, Manson said he sensed a 'sexual attraction' between us", I said as Sarah and I had a fit of semi-drunken giggles.



Manson blushed and slapped his hand over his face as Sarah made a V with her fingers and flicked her tongue between them at me.



Pogo laughed while Manson pulled our glasses of absinthe away from us. "I think you two have had enough for now", he said, chuckling lightly.



A minute later Roger came in singing 'Happy Birthday' with a small cake in his hands, lit up with sparkler candles and a bottle of champagne.



Everyone joined in, singing with him....including me.



After I blew out the candles and everyone cheered, Manson gave me a kiss. "Did you just really sing happy birthday to yourself?", he asked, laughing.



I shrugged, I guess I did drink a little too much.



As we each ate a slice of cake, I attempted to retrieve the bottle of champagne, but Manson kept it away from me. I pouted, but he wouldn't give in.



"Alright, y'all, I have some things planned that I want to do with Angel, I'm going to drop y'all off at the apartment!", Sarah announced to Pogo and Manson.



"You're damn near drunk, I'm not letting you or Angel drive", Pogo said, shaking his head.



"Yeah....And I want to be with Angel tonight, too", Manson said, holding me close to him.



"Okay, just drop us off in deep ellum (*in case y'all are wondering, deep ellum is a place in Dallas that has a lot of restaurants, clubs, bars, activities, and shit like that) and Angel and I will take a taxi or walk around....And Manson, you have Angel everyday and she was with you all day today, don't be greedy", Sarah said.



Manson sighed and reluctantly agreed.



They dropped us off at mine and Sarah's favorite cafe and Manson told us not to drink anymore tonight.



"We will be good girls", Sarah told him.



"We are sooo fucking getting wasted tonight", Sarah laughed as they drove away and we found a table outside to eat at.



We ordered our food and drinks and talked nonstop.



"I'm thinking of moving out to California", Sarah informed me.



"Has Pogo asked you to live with him?", I asked.



"No, but I can get an apartment and dance out there, just like I'm doing in Texas", she told me.



"Oh my God, I know! You can move in with me and Manson!", I screamed.



"Really?", she asked, excitedly. "Will Manson be okay with that?", she asked.



"I'm sure he will be, we have plenty of room....And he's been gone a lot lately working on the new album, so he will be happy I have someone with me", I said, digging into my food. We did some shots of tequila, then decided to leave.



We both took a moment to balance ourselves, almost falling multiple times, then fumbled down the street.



Several men tried to pick us up in their cars and cat called at us as we giggled and carried on down the road.



"Does someone really think that will just hop in their car?", Sarah giggled. "Wait, well we are dressed like hookers", she added, slurring.



A black car pulled up next to us with two men in it, and they kept following us and honking. Finally one spoke up, "Do y'all ladies want to come back to our place and have some fun?"



Sarah rolled her eyes and kept walking, but I pulled her by her arm and walked towards the car.



"What kind of fun did you have in mind?", I asked, winking.



He showed me a box of condoms and informed me that he only lived a few blocks away.



"Oh, so you want to fuck?", I slurred, twirling a piece of hair around my finger.



"I'm a straight forward, no bullshit man, and you seem straight forward and know how to party, so let's do it", he said, his pig friend getting excited as well.



"Okay, sounds good with me....But I hope you bite the pillow because I'm going in dry....but don't worry, I'm only like 6 inches",.... I said, rubbing my crotch...."But my friend here is hung like a goddamned horse, so I hope your friend can take a good pounding", I said, watching their jaws drop and then they sped off.



Sarah and I laughed so hard we almost fell over, then continued to walk.



After a minute, Sarah grabbed my hand and began pulling me towards a tattoo shop.



"I want to do something fucking crazy and memorable", Sarah said, still dragging me by my arm.



"Let's get a fucking piercing on our pussy!", Sarah screamed, excited, bouncing a little when we got to the doors.



"Oh my God, that fucking sounds amazing!", I screamed back and attempted to high five her, but missed.



I fell on my ass, but Sarah and an employee helped me up.



"Hey, we want an um, we want a piercing riiiight here", Sarah said, her speech becoming more slurred as she pointed to her pussy.



The man chuckled. "Well, there are several types of genital piercings you can get, so which will you be choosing?", he asked.



"We want the clit one! I heard that feels good", Sarah told him.



He led us to a back room and instructed us to undress from the waist down, seeming to not care we were both sloppy drunk.



We were then handed a clipboard with a paper to sign, and even though I couldn't read the paper because I was so drunk all the words ran together, I signed it anyways.



"You're so hot, I don't even care if you see my pussy", Sarah drunkenly told the man as she ripped her panties off and hopped on the chair.



He chuckled as he quickly put on a pair of gloves.



"And you're so hot, I don't even mind looking", he told Sarah and winked.



"So, you said you wanted a 'clit piercing', but I'm sure you mean a clit hood ring, right?", he asked her.



She nodded and smiled, spreading her legs and kicking them around.



"Vertical or horizontal?", he asked as he cleaned her area.



"Vertical!", she yelled.



"Some women experience a pinching pain with this piercing, and some say it's very pleasurable. But either way, I need you to stay extremely still for me, okay?", he told her, to which she stopped kicking around and took a deep breath.



He dotted the area, then pushed the needle through the skin above her clit, and that was that.



"I didn't feel anything", she giggled.



He smiled and removed his gloves, sanitized his hands, put on a new pair of gloves then positioned himself between my legs.



"Same for you?", he asked.



"Yes", I snickered as he cleaned me and dotted where the piercing would go. Then told me to take a deep breath.



A second later I felt him pushing the needle through my skin, and it did pinch for a second, but immediately afterwards felt great.



"Alright ladies, I hope y'all enjoy your new piercing, it's on the house....Clean it with a saline soak 2-3 times every day for 4-6 weeks and you're good to go. It may heal faster in as little as a week, but to be on the safe side, care for it the entire recommended time. You can still have sex, but be mindful of the piercing and if it hurts, quit. And lastly, it may bleed for a few days on and off and that's normal", he told us and we popped out of our chairs.



"This feels soooo good", Sarah said, rolling her hips a little.



"Yeah, it feels like I could have an orgasm by just walking around", I giggled.



We left the shop and continued walking to no where in particular, when we saw Sarah's car parked outside of a gas station.



"Why aren't they home?", I asked, walking with her to see what they were doing.



We kept almost falling, so we kicked off our heels.



We strutted up to the car and peered inside. It was empty. But seconds later, Manson and Pogo walked out of the gas station and noticed us immediately.



"You're fucking drunk. I told you not to drink anymore tonight, now you're fucking going home", he said, pulling me by my arm, roughly and attempting to shove me in the car.



"Nooo!", Sarah yelled, pulling my other arm. "We just wanna have a good time!", she added, and then fell backwards on the concrete.



Pogo quickly assisted her and Manson successfully pushed me in the car and shut the door.



"Oh, Stephen, look what me and Angel did", Sarah beamed as she began to lift her dress.



Manson's eyes widened, mortified, and Pogo quickly pulled her dress back down, then hauled her up and put her in the car next to me.



"Y'all are no fun!", Sarah yelled, hitting the window.



Pogo and Manson stood outside of the car, chatting and smoking a cigarette and clearly pissed off when a young women approached them.



I rolled my window down so I could hear what she was saying.



"Marilyn fucking Manson! I can't believe you're here in Dallas! I'm your biggest fan!", she squealed.



"Can I get a picture with you and have your autograph?", she asked, and Manson smiled and nodded.



I slung the car door open and attempted to hop out, but fell to the ground. Manson noticed and in a flash was by my side, trying to help me up, but I slapped him.



"What the fuck are you doing?!", I yelled.



"Get in the car, now, Angel!", he yelled.



"No! What the fuck are you doing?!", I screamed again, louder, gesturing towards the girl beside him who looked at me with wide eyes.



"I was going to take a picture and sign an autograph for a fan, and now my drunk ass girlfriend is making a goddamned fool out of herself. Now get in the motherfucking car!", he yelled back, grabbing my arm and trying to push me in.



I ripped my arm from his grip and slapped him again. "First you say you're giving the whore an autograph and next you're fucking them in your dressing room with the door locked!", I hissed, staggering a bit.



The girl completely backed away, mortified.



"Angel, what the hell are you talking about? You're drunk, now let me take you home", he said, wrapping his arms around me.



"No! Fuck you! Take your fucking groupie whore home and fuck her!", I yelled, punching his chest.



"Whoa, Angel, let's go", Pogo said, pulling me away from Manson, but I ripped myself from his grasp too and began running towards the whore who tried to talk to Manson.



"You fucking bitch!", I yelled, lunging at her face and clawing it. A moment later I heard Pogo yelling and then saw Sarah lunging towards the blonde woman as well.



We both hit, kicked, and pulled her hair as Manson and Pogo tried to pull us back, and then we heard sirens on a police car and saw flashing lights.



"Fuck, fuck, fuck", Manson said, then kicked the wall of the gas station.



"Break it up, now!", the cop shouted, running over to us.



"Officer....this whore tried to fuck my boyfriend", I blurted out and Manson groaned and rubbed his hand down his face.



"This crazy bitch attacked me because I asked Marilyn Manson, a musician, for his autograph!", she yelled in defense.



"You, you, and you....Sit on the curb", the cop said, pointing to Sarah, the whore, and myself.



We all complied then the cop shined his flashlight in my face. "Have you been drinking tonight, ma'am?", he asked.



Before I could answer, Manson was by his side and began explaining that it was my birthday and that we went out and Sarah and I had too much to drink and that him and Pogo were our boyfriends and they were taking us home now, then he apologized.



The cop let the whore, named Leslie go, but kept us sitting on the curb.



"I'm going to write you both a ticket tonight for fighting....", he began, but Sarah started crying loudly.



"We are not a criminal!", I yelled out, and Pogo and Manson both groaned, Pogo pinching the bridge of his nose.



"Ma'am, calm down", the cop told me.



"But we are not a fucking criminal!", I screamed, even louder.



"Angel, shut the fuck up", Manson said through his teeth.



"We are good girls!", Sarah screamed, but now the officer had enough.



"Both of you, stand up and put your hands behind your back", he said.



"Please don't arrest them, they are just really drunk right now", Manson pleaded with the cop.



"I gave them an opportunity to leave with a ticket. But if they are this drunk and belligerent with a cop, then I can't in good faith release them, turning them over to you", the cop told Manson as he proceeded to cuff mine and Sarah's hands, telling us our Miranda rights.



"You are both under arrest for assault and public intoxication", he told us as he put us in the car.



"Manson! Help us!", I screamed out.



"I'm going down to the police station right now, we will post you two's bail as soon as you're booked. Now shut the fuck up, and don't say anything else. You caused enough tonight!", he yelled and got in the car with Pogo.



The cop got in the car and entered our information in his computer, then took off to the police station.



"This is it, we're going to the big house. Gimme a kiss goodbye", Sarah slurred, puckering her lips towards me.



I pecked her lips and she began to sob loudly.



"I see you two have never been in trouble and now you're out drunk and fighting in the street....Y'all should pick a better class of boyfriend, those Marilyn Manson fellows are no good and will keep negatively influencing you. Not to mention they are much too old for you", the cop lectured as he took us out of the car and guided us through the police station doors. Ah. I take it he's not a fan. Hehe.



He handed us off to another cop who finger printed us and took our mugshots, then led us to a holding tank.



"Oh, Mr. Officer, no cavity searches tonight?", Sarah winked, then both of us began laughing like hyenas. The cop wasn't amused.



We were in a holding tank with about 10 other women, who were friendly and didn't try to rape us.



About an hour later, we were informed our bail was posted and we were given a day to appear in court and we left.



"Manson! My knight in shining armor rescued me!", I giggled and tried to hug and kiss him, but he pried me off.



"Just get the fuck in the car, Angel", he said, rolling his eyes and motioning with his hand for me to get in.



Pogo was annoyed with Sarah, but not as much as Manson was with me.



"I tell you one goddamned thing and you can't even do it", Manson spat as he drove.



"Whatever, fucker", I mumbled.



Manson punched the steering wheel, causing me and Sarah to jump, then pulled the car over, screeching the wheels loudly. "What the fuck did you say, bitch? You cause all this goddamned trouble tonight and embarrass yourself and me because you can't handle your alcohol, you start a fight because you act like an insane woman when someone asks for my autograph, you can't close your fucking mouth when I tried to keep your dumb ass out of jail, and now you have the audacity to talk shit to me?", he ranted, breathing heavy. "HUH?!", he screamed, punching the wheel again, glaring at me.



"Sorry", I mumbled, as tears welled up in my eyes. I looked down at my feet, then he started the car and began driving again.



Manson ignored me the rest of the drive and even when we arrived at the apartment and walked inside, he just stormed into the bedroom while Sarah and Pogo plopped down on the couch.



I followed him and climbed in bed. He just turned over to face the wall.



I wrapped my arms around him and he shoved them away.



"Please don't do this, Manson, I'm sorry", I cried.



He quickly turned over and wrapped me in his arms.



"Don't cry", he said, wiping my tears away.



"But you're mad at me and don't want to be with me", I sobbed.



"What? I DO want to be with you. I'm just mad because of all this bullshit tonight", he said, kissing me gently.



I hugged him and slowly calmed down.



"Happy birthday. Sorry you went to jail tonight, love", Manson whispered.



I tried to sleep off my drunkenness, but couldn't. I was enjoying being in his arms far too much, and began kissing him.



"Oh yeah, I forgot to show you....", I said, lifting my dress and pulling down my panties to reveal my piercing, giggling.



"You got one too?", Manson asked, examining and gently touching it.



"Do you like it?", I asked.



"I like it a lot", he said rubbing it slightly.



"Does it hurt?", he asked.



"Not at all, it feels good", I replied.



"Mmm", he mumbled, closing his eyes, still rubbing.



"I want to test it out and see how it feels when you fuck me", I said, then crawled on top of him, grinding back and forth.



"You're drunk, baby", Manson said, getting harder then let out a low moan.



"Hey, Mr. Superstar, I'll do anything for you.

Hey Mr. porno star, I, I, I, I want you. Hey Mr. sickly star, I want to get sick from you. Hey Mr. fallen star, don't you know I worship you?", I sang out, barely able to form words.



Manson giggled. "Okay, you're REALLY drunk, baby", he said.



"Soo? It's not like I would ever NOT want you to fuck me", I said, leaning in to begin sucking his neck, continuing to grind on him.



Manson gripped my ass and let out a long moan.



"I'm trying to be a gentleman right now and not fuck you into this mattress right now while you're drunk, but you're making it impossible", he said in a strained voice.



"Do iitt, I want you to take advantage of me", I giggled.



With that he flipped me on my back and ripped off his clothes and took me.