Charliose
Porn Star
This is very much fiction, and is posted on my deviantart page, but I was curious to how JUBBERS would react to it. I'm not sure how I'll continue the story just yet, but I think you'll enjoy this.
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My name is... was, Alex Marquette, and this is a record of my death.
I was Embraced at no monumental point in my life. To me, it was just another Saturday. I left home as a hunter seeking prey, oblivious to the fact that I was really the one being hunted. I had left my apartment just past eleven to go whoring. I'd go out to the clubs to look for a trick to pick up and bring home. It comes naturally for me. High school boys are especially easy to pick up, but they are harder to get rid of afterwards. They're so clingy and emotional. I hate it now, and I hated it then, but it was worth it for the fun. Older guys used to be a challenge, but now they don't stand a chance. Anyone I want, I will have. I am irresistible.
The club I went to was packed, and there were plenty of pretty boys around. But none of them were just right. My tastes change from day to day, and I was out for someone especially gorgeous tonight. I had to challenge myself. I picked out a backup or two before I started the search, just in case I didn't find someone that fit within my standards. I never go home empty handed. Never. After that, I started to prowl.
It wasn't long before I saw him. He was sitting in alone in the corner, staring right at me. When my eyes caught his, he smiled that damned creepy smile of his. It didn't creep me out then. It actually turned me on. Now it creeps me the fuck out. But it was definitely the smile that caught me. He knew it, but I was oblivious to it. He had me. I was his.
I smiled back and walked up to him coolly, with my hands in my pockets and the smile still fixed on my face.
'So what's your name?' I asked him.
'You can call me Raz' he said in a voice that says 'Yeah, I'm fucking sexy and I know it'. And I did know it. He looked about nineteen, and I couldn't tell how tall he was because he was sitting. He was wearing a black leather trench coat that contrasted his pale skin in the most perfect way. His blonde hair came down to his shoulders, and his blue eyes were deep and intoxicating. Just looking into them nearly got me off. But I couldn't let him see that. I composed myself, and pressed on.
'Can I buy you a drink then, Raz?'
He tilted his head towards the bar and rolled his eyes.
'No thanks. But you can tell me your name.'
It was then that I realized that he wasn't some punk I could just dupe into the sack and run out on. He was hunting too. My first thought was to back off. I couldn't be the submissive one. I had to be dominant, I had to be on top. That's how I've always been. But he smiled at me again, and my thoughts abandoned me.
'Well?' he asked, his wicked smile now a smirk.
'A... Alex,' I stuttered. 'My name is Alex.'
I was breathing heavily at this point. He put me off my guard, and I was vulnerable. So when he asked me did I want to go back to his place and have some fun, I couldn't say no. We left the club right away, and he didn't waste any time getting into his car and to his apartment. The car ride was silent. The game was over for him now. I was caught in his web, and there was no escape.
The studio apartment was not unusual to me, though it would have sent most people running. I've fucked a lot of 'goth' punks, who think they know the night and the darkness. They know nothing. There was one window, and it was draped with a heavy black curtain. The room itself was painted a dark gray, like the color of cigarette tar. Most of the furniture was black, but the sheets on the bed were a bright, blood red.
He pushed me onto the bed slowly, and leaned down to kiss me. That first kiss was the best kiss I had ever had in my waking life, and it seemed to last forever. He began to move his kiss from my mouth, down to my cheek, then beneath my chin and then finally, my neck.
And then he Kissed me.
Yes, I know I said he kissed me already. But there is kissing and then there is Kissing. And The Kiss is ecstasy. Pure, undiluted ecstasy. I could not feel the life draining out of me for the utter sexual completion. Even if he told me 'Alex, you're dying now', I would not have cared. The feeling was too perfect.
And then all was black.
When I came to, I was a bit disoriented. I could barely see at all, but I tasted blood. The crimson elixir slowly slid into my mouth, and down my throat. I longed for it. I needed it. I was fucking hungry for it, so he fed me more. Before long, the hunger subsided.
And then I died.
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My name is... was, Alex Marquette, and this is a record of my death.
I was Embraced at no monumental point in my life. To me, it was just another Saturday. I left home as a hunter seeking prey, oblivious to the fact that I was really the one being hunted. I had left my apartment just past eleven to go whoring. I'd go out to the clubs to look for a trick to pick up and bring home. It comes naturally for me. High school boys are especially easy to pick up, but they are harder to get rid of afterwards. They're so clingy and emotional. I hate it now, and I hated it then, but it was worth it for the fun. Older guys used to be a challenge, but now they don't stand a chance. Anyone I want, I will have. I am irresistible.
The club I went to was packed, and there were plenty of pretty boys around. But none of them were just right. My tastes change from day to day, and I was out for someone especially gorgeous tonight. I had to challenge myself. I picked out a backup or two before I started the search, just in case I didn't find someone that fit within my standards. I never go home empty handed. Never. After that, I started to prowl.
It wasn't long before I saw him. He was sitting in alone in the corner, staring right at me. When my eyes caught his, he smiled that damned creepy smile of his. It didn't creep me out then. It actually turned me on. Now it creeps me the fuck out. But it was definitely the smile that caught me. He knew it, but I was oblivious to it. He had me. I was his.
I smiled back and walked up to him coolly, with my hands in my pockets and the smile still fixed on my face.
'So what's your name?' I asked him.
'You can call me Raz' he said in a voice that says 'Yeah, I'm fucking sexy and I know it'. And I did know it. He looked about nineteen, and I couldn't tell how tall he was because he was sitting. He was wearing a black leather trench coat that contrasted his pale skin in the most perfect way. His blonde hair came down to his shoulders, and his blue eyes were deep and intoxicating. Just looking into them nearly got me off. But I couldn't let him see that. I composed myself, and pressed on.
'Can I buy you a drink then, Raz?'
He tilted his head towards the bar and rolled his eyes.
'No thanks. But you can tell me your name.'
It was then that I realized that he wasn't some punk I could just dupe into the sack and run out on. He was hunting too. My first thought was to back off. I couldn't be the submissive one. I had to be dominant, I had to be on top. That's how I've always been. But he smiled at me again, and my thoughts abandoned me.
'Well?' he asked, his wicked smile now a smirk.
'A... Alex,' I stuttered. 'My name is Alex.'
I was breathing heavily at this point. He put me off my guard, and I was vulnerable. So when he asked me did I want to go back to his place and have some fun, I couldn't say no. We left the club right away, and he didn't waste any time getting into his car and to his apartment. The car ride was silent. The game was over for him now. I was caught in his web, and there was no escape.
The studio apartment was not unusual to me, though it would have sent most people running. I've fucked a lot of 'goth' punks, who think they know the night and the darkness. They know nothing. There was one window, and it was draped with a heavy black curtain. The room itself was painted a dark gray, like the color of cigarette tar. Most of the furniture was black, but the sheets on the bed were a bright, blood red.
He pushed me onto the bed slowly, and leaned down to kiss me. That first kiss was the best kiss I had ever had in my waking life, and it seemed to last forever. He began to move his kiss from my mouth, down to my cheek, then beneath my chin and then finally, my neck.
And then he Kissed me.
Yes, I know I said he kissed me already. But there is kissing and then there is Kissing. And The Kiss is ecstasy. Pure, undiluted ecstasy. I could not feel the life draining out of me for the utter sexual completion. Even if he told me 'Alex, you're dying now', I would not have cared. The feeling was too perfect.
And then all was black.
When I came to, I was a bit disoriented. I could barely see at all, but I tasted blood. The crimson elixir slowly slid into my mouth, and down my throat. I longed for it. I needed it. I was fucking hungry for it, so he fed me more. Before long, the hunger subsided.
And then I died.
it out a bit.