Plain, Old Marshall [EMINEM]

Chapter One

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Heya peeps, if you were a fan of my stuff before... welcome back! Thanks for being a faithful fan, and I know that I haven't done anything Eminem for a while...sorry famalams...If you're a newbie who hasn't read any of my stuff before... I hope you enjoy my work. As my other fans know, I accept constructive criticism! Whether it's a comment or not, I enjoy reading what I can improve on. I'd also like to add that I loooooove fans who comment a lot, so don't hold back, overall, I hope that you enjoy this fanfiction! And check out my other two Eminem fanfictions... Roommates and TISOTF.

CHAPTER ONE

Eva ran her tube of lipstick over her puckered lips, gazing at herself in the mirror. Her eyes glistened in the light, the ocean green of them dazzled everyone who met her. She rolled her lipstick back into the tube and neatened the corners of her mouth with her delicate nail. Her eyes had been shaded with a golden shadow effect, eyeliner outlining the rim of her big eyes; her eye lashes were smothered in her dark mascara.

With her dainty hands, Eva straightened her dress around her curvy body, the black fabric hugged her like a glove on a hand. Of course, she knew that she looked stunning.

Eva was like a Barbie Doll; perfect.

Her tanned skin was smooth and velvety. Her hair was a luscious bush of blondie-brown curls, soft and well looked after. Her figure was busty, her breasts quite large and her ass very round. Eva often flaunted her sexuality and feminism, she was the type of girl who walked around with her breasts puffed out and her back arched.

Eva ran a hair through her perfect hair, a glistening smile on her face. An uneasy pain restlessly lingered in her eyes, but only she could see that pain. She felt with every move she made, with every celebrity she slept with. The pain of being unloved.

She slipped into her sharp stiletto's, fixing her dress around her butt and walked out of her ensuite bathroom. Her heels clipped against her laminate floor. She held her small Gucci clutch bag in her hand and walked out of her hotel room. She continued to walk until she found the entrance to the nightclub.

She slipped her cell phone number into the security guards fist and gave him a charismatic wink. She was classed as V.I.P, considering that she was a model and a low-key actress. She'd featured on the cover of Vogue and even modelled the Hooter's uniform. She was a very popular model when it came to the Playboy column. As you may be able to tell, when I say model and low-key actress, I mean that she models for porn magazines and videos her sessions.

Eva sat down with a few of her friends, all of them models like her. They each attracted a crowd of their own. Men and women, all fellow celebrities.

Eva saw the man she wanted across the club. He was sat back along with his other rapper friends, a big shirt around his torso and a bored look slapped on his handsome face.

Marshall felt her eyes lingering over his well built body, he looked across the room, their eyes meeting. Eva smiled a charming smile, her eyes glistened. Marshall raised his arm and made a small gesture with his hand, beckoning her to come over.

She stood.

And the night began.