Born Villain

The Beautiful People

Awaking from my sleep I stumbled into the front room straight past the ripped up sofa and the clothes scattered round the room and wine stains on the floor, straight into the wrecked kitchen; pushing aside the broken glasses. Everywhere was a mess I noticed when I was making a coffee, although, everywhere was a memory.

Torn sofa: When he thrusted into me.
Smashed glass on the work surface: When he pushed the glasses and bottles aside to lay me down.
Wine stains: Sex is thirsty work.
Thrown down book case: When he thrusted into me.

Once I'd finished my coffee I began clearing up before anyone got up. I stitched the sofa with branded fabric of rock bands then cleared up the book case, once I'd done that I cleared up the smashed glass, pates and bottles, rescuing any unsmashed objects. Twiggy got up first to smell the air and shiver at the thought of what Marilyn and I did in there the night before.

"Nice couch," Twiggy smirked seeing some of the bands stitched on it. "I'll order a new one." He sat down with his laptop but I shut it quickly.

"Er no. I did that."

"Yes and it would work brilliantly in your room!" Twiggy smiled sarcastically opening his laptop, "Maybe you two could fuck in there instead."

Blushing, I went to Marilyns room to jump on the bed and wake him up. "Mornin' babe," I smiled kissing his cheek.

"Ugh mornin'." He rolled over throwing his arm over my lap and snuggling into my hip.

"I tidied up from last night." I laughed at him trying to fall to sleep on me but I was having none of it. Quickly, I staddled over him and pinned him down with my hands holding his wrists while kissing his cheeks.

"Ughhh it's toooo earlyyyy." Marilyn moaned at me annoying him. I carried on kissing him just to annoy him.

""Fine. What are we doing today? Do you have some interview or press or something?" I asked sitting up still ontop of him looking down on him.

"Um... I dunno it's all on my phone." He told me with his eyes still closed.

I grabbed his phone off the bed side table, turned it on and gave it Marilyn to unlock it; once he did it I took it off him and went on his calendar, today: The David Whittaker Show interview. 

"Ooooh your on the David Whittaker Show." I laughed, "Whatcha gonna wear? You've gotta be there in two hours!"

"You know you should be my secretary. A sexy one at that." He smirked.

Ignoring his cringe-worthy comment I got up and started pulling on his arm trying to get him out of bed, "C'mon you gotta get ready!" I whined once I'd finally given up pulling his arm.

"Fine! You can choose what to wear if you want but my men need to get here." He got up swinging his legs out of bed still covering his bits with the duvet.

Excitedly I swung open the wardrobe in search of something to wear. "Daisy? Yeah get Ginger, Madonna and yourself up here? Yeah we gotta get to that David whatevers show soon so get ready and get here. Yeah. Love you too bye." Marilyn spoke into his mobile then hungup.

I pulled out a multiple of outfits but Marilyn wasn't so sure, he agreed to wear wet look pants, wet look penguin suit jacket with a sequin shirt included with a wet look bow. Very shiny. Since I insisted on coming too and sitting backstage with the ban while Marilyn was on, I wore wet look tight leggings with a tartan coat and leather sleeves. I also back combed my hair into a circular shape. Once we were both ready the band arrived just on time. They all wandered in saying hi to Marilyn with me holding his hand hiding slightly behind him beginning to get shy.