Born Villain

Fan Girl

"Marilyn Manson?" I laughed under my breath.

"Yes." He agreed seriously.

"You are a rock singer?" I smirked, as if.

"My name is Brian Hugh Warner, I am Marilyn Manson." He stated.

"Oh. My. God. Where do you live? Why are you working at my school? What do you want me for? Who let you be a teacher? How can you live such a double life?" I asked.

"You will find out where I live because we are going there. I'm not that famous so I need the extra money. I want you for a music video. The whole teaching world let me teach. I live a double life? It's just my way of life." He informed me.

"Oh, okay." I shuffled down in my seat trying to withhold my excitement.

The wheels screeched and the g-force threw me back in my seat. I'm in a car with Marilyn Manson. I'M IN A FREAKING FERRARI WITH MARILYN MANSON! I was shaking with excitement.

Wait.

Marilyn Mansons videos always have girls in sexy outfits grinding against him... OH MY FREAKING GOD I'M GOING TO DANCE SEXY WITH MARILYN MANSON! I exploded inside.

We got to the mansion then out the car at the same time and walked into the detailed house. Inside was one grand staircase running down side of the room. Wooden floor flowed throughout the house with ordinary decorations.

Marilyn - or Mr Warner or Brian - then walked me through into the kitchen where he asked whether I wanted a drink. I didn't so we just carried on chatting.

A little man walked into the room and Mr Warner/Marilyns voice suddenly dropped into a low sexy tone. "Mr Manson, the room is ready." He told Marilyn (I give up I'll call him Marilyn). The small man had a slight chinese twinge in his accent.

"Okay can you take Avril to the room I just need my stuff." He smiled as I followed the small chinese man into 'the room' where a large camera set and loads of people who I guess were the camera crew. A girl, who was really pretty, sat at the end of the crew with her eyes closed while people lay on the blusher and makeup and pulled her hair into a tight pony tail. Then there were some girls dressed like cheerleaders, men who looked like they were supposed to be from a school. As I stood against the wall trying not to get in the was the door swung open and Marilyn came in in full makeup. I began to believe that was not the teacher I've known for two years. HOT. He walked straight over to me and asked, "Come with me we gotta find you an outfit for the roll your playing." He grabbed my wrist lightly and I followed him through the house, up the stairs, into a bedroom, painted with two walls electric blue and to walls a greyish black, where a large wardrobe was. Marilyn opened the wardrobe and rifled through it to find a black cropped top, black denim skirt, thigh length boots and a dog collar. Then he opened one of the draws and took out a black skimpy bikini and handed everything to me.

"No way." I said looking down at the slutty pile of clothes in my arms, "If you think I'm wearing this you better think up a plan B."

"Nope, no plan B. Go get changed then your hair and makeup designer will do the rest." My hair and makeup designer? My hair and makeup designer?

Taken back by Marilyns persistence I went behind the curtain and got changed, they all fit fine except the bikini bottoms was actually a thong! Straight away I grabbed a dressing gown which was black with red lining and BHW sewn on. I stomped out from behind the curtain and held up the thong in his face.

"No way am I wearing that!" I insisted.

"Okay, okay I'll find a less revealing panties but you need to wear this." He turned away and got some bikini bottoms with gold patterns on them. I took them off him and turned away to go back behind the curtain when he commented, "You look very hot in my dressing gown by the way."

I took off the dressing gown while behind the curtain and pulled on the bikini bottoms which I felt slightly more comfortable in.