Hell on Earth | W. Axl Rose

Chapter 1: Hell House

1986

"Oh God... Oh God!" The blonde moaned louder as he pounded into her from behind.

"C'mon, sweetheart, just a little more," his husky voice encouraged her as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, keeping his steady pace.

"Oh my God...!" Her breathing became quicker as she was reaching her peak. Eventually, he just hit the right spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head, and all her muscles turned to putty as she felt the high of her orgasm. Her front half slowly fell on the dirty, worn-out mattress, while her ass was still up and knees digging into the uncomfortable surface.

The fiery haired male pulled out from her swollen, wet cunt and rolled off the condom from his dick. He swiftly tied the rubber, like he has many times before, and discarded it to a dirty corner of the loft they were in. He looked down at the blonde chick he just fucked with his green eyes and a shit eating grin.

"You were great, sugar," he gently grabbed her chin so she'd face him. She gave him a lazy smile as her eyes sparked at the praise.

"Really?"

"Of course," he gave her a kiss on the forehead which made her let out a drunken giggle in response.

'I've had better.' He mentally rolled his eyes and then looked down at her again. 'At least she has nice tits.'

"Alright, babe, get yourself cleaned up," his hand gave her a playful swat on her already red ass and pulled up his jeans.

All this time he was giving his attention to this bimbo as a means to distract her from what was actually going on. From the corner of his eye, he glanced to the more distant end of the loft where the entrance to the area was and where most of her clothes went when he practically ripped them off of her. Slash already rummaged through all her pockets and her purse in hopes of finding any sort of cash. He saw the mop of dark curls already disappearing to where the main hell of a party was at with his hand stuffing something in the back pocket.

Axl stood up and grabbed his leather jacket before making his way out the loft, leaving the girl to gather herself up alone. He took out a cigarette from the pocket of the jacket and lit it as he looked around the rest of the Hell House. Drugs were sprawled around the coffee table and the kitchen counter. Empty bottles of booze scattered in every step of the way with God knows what else stuck to the walls and furniture (and don't even get him started on the smell- God, what a foul stench). The semi-loud rock music playing in the background tuned out some of the moaning from the other rooms in the house as well as the chatter that was happening between the crowded area. There were even those individuals that just couldn't take their hands off each other and constantly grind their crotches together for everyone to see.

The singer just did a small snarl of disgust at the sight. This might've been an occurrence that happened more often than it should, and although he was pretty much used to it, he always felt somewhat revolted. He always told himself that once he made it big he'll never come back to this kind of shithole. Sure, he'll still go to some crazy after parties once a good show is done, but it won't be on this low degenerate level.

He moved his head around, his eyes scanning the stuffed area for a particular guitarist. He found him in the corner, smoking, with a girl that seemed to have just finished pleasing him with her mouth seeing as her lipstick was kinda smudged and she was wiping her mouth with the back of her mouth with a satisfied grin. Axl walked up to Slash and leaned on the wall next to him.

"How much were you able to find?" He raised an eyebrow as he took an inhale of his own Marlboro.

With a slightly disappointed frown, the taller male took out the crumbled bill and straightened it for him to see.