Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Swindled

Liz POV

Eminem and I stumbled into the apartment that Logan rents specifically for the purpose of bringing these unsuspecting losers back to with the assumption that it's actually my place. I would never bring a guy back to my real place of residence, I needed that to stay private.

We exchanged a series of sloppy tongue kisses, and it was disgusting. He tasted like stale alcohol and his skin was clammy.

"Let me go freshen up." I used one hand to back him up a bit.

"I'll be waiting for you baby." Marshall fumbled to take his jewelry off and placed it along with his keys on the dresser then sprawled out on the bed.

I made my way into the restroom and cautiously locked the door to text Logan.

Liz: Gimme 15

After fluffing my wig a bit and sitting on the edge of the tub to pass some time, I quietly rose and turned the knob to return to the bedroom. I found Marshall passed out with the sound of a drunk, obnoxious snore mixed with a nasty pool of drool forming on the pillow. It was beyond repulsive.

"So pathetic." I mumbled under my breath as I circled around to unlock the front door before climbing into bed next to him. At least I didn't even have to drug him, and I didn't have to put up with his flabby body slapping on top of me.

I fell asleep on my side, facing opposite Marshall Mathers, so I didn't have to listen to his gross mouth making annoying, gargling snores all night long. If his fans could see him now!

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Marshall POV

I awoke with the sun shining into a strange bed with some unknown groupie lying beside me. My head was pounding, and I couldn't remember what happened, but we were both fully clothed, so I assumed I had passed out before I even got to fuck her. It happens.

I made my way to the bathroom to take a piss and splash water on my face. I took a minute to examine myself in the mirror and didn't even recognize my reflection anymore. Fuck!

I walked back out by the bed and stared at the chick I fell asleep next to. She was aight. She was really made up like some bar slut. Her caked on makeup was smeared all over her face from sleep and one of her fake lashes was missing. I almost tripped over her stilettos laying on the floor then shook my head in disgust at the high maintenance hoe. I got myself together and went to grab my shit and just be out, but I couldn't find anything.

"Shit!" I started opening drawers looking for my chain and my watch. "Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" The strange woman in the bed was awake.

"I can't find any of my shit! My keys are gone, my watch!"

I didn't even know the girl, but she got out of bed to help me move the dresser and look behind it. She went through the nightstand and thoroughly looked in the bathroom cabinets too.

"What did it look like?"

"Gold chain, gold Rolex. Keys to a Mercedes." My voice trailed off as I opened the closet to check.

"I don't think you had any of that when you got here." She shrugged. "Maybe you left the shit at the club."

"Are you serious? Why the fuck would I take my shit off at the club? I know better than that!" I was annoyed.

"Eminem, no offense, but you were pretty out of it last night. Come to think of it, I didn't see you with any of those things and I drove, so you didn't need your keys."

"Fuck! I can't believe I did this!" I ran my hands over my throbbing temples.

"If you want, you could give me your number and I'll give you a call if it turns up." She walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. "It's ok baby, you still have me. I'm down for whatever."

I fucked up by falling asleep with some chick who I know nothing about, but I'm not gonna turn down pussy. Now that I saw her better in the light, she was pretty, and her hair was long and red and sexy. Her tits were fucking perfect, and I grabbed them forcefully to back her up to the bed. That's one good thing about being Eminem, bitches throw themselves at me.

"Oh baby, you're so fucking hot." I told her as I started ripping off her clothes.

"Ooh daddy, so are you." She giggled and pulled me on top of her.

Once I had her naked, my dick was hard, and I didn't even bother taking my clothes off. I inched my baggy jeans down and stuck it in her wet pussy. She felt so fuckin good, I pumped into her hard and fast. One minute, two minutes...

"Aahhh"

I knew I shouldn't have hit it raw, but it felt so good, I didn't want to pull out. I looked up at the chick and she had this wide-eyed, stunned look plastered on her face. I rolled over and leaned back on the bed in exhausted embarrassment.

"Really?" She sat up. "That was it?"

"I'm sorry. That doesn't usually happen, you're just so sexy." I told her and we both knew that was a cover up for me just being so fucked up.

I hung my head in shame and got out of bed retrieving my bag of pills from my jeans pocket. At least I hadn't misplaced those.

"You fuck with this?" I asked her as I tossed three or four pills in my mouth and forced them down with no water.

"No! Drugs make me nervous."

I sat beside this mysterious woman on the bed and stared at her, "What's your name?"

"Liz."

"Liz?" I extended my hand. "I'm Marshall."