What It Takes

Introduction to Moi

A/N Hey guys! Anyway, just a quick explanation for a bit of this story, I feel it's necessary.
So, it's set now, around 2014 time, but it's not the same. So, as you know, Aerosmith are now all in their 60s, but to make this story easier, they're not anymore. In this story, they're in their mid to late 20s. This way, I can write about them having kids and stuff.
So, they've written songs and stuff and are really famous, but they're young now. Also, they did drugs at the beginning of their careers (early 20s), but now they're sober from drugs.
Understand? Good.
Hope you enjoy!
~Becky
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The door shut downstairs and footsteps sounded down the halls, followed by different men's quiet voices. Great, my Dad was home, with clients too. I started to moan louder and louder, trying to annoy my Dad as best I could.
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But, before I give you any more details about that, allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Hayley Chloe Williams, and I am 21 and in my last year of University. I am English, yes, from Essex. For all you people out there that aren't from England, I am from around London. Anyway, I had to move here to America a few months ago to live with my douchebag of a father.
He's an owner of a big record label, and is filthy rich. But I dislike him. I don't hate him, because I don't hate (except for Andy Biersack and Nicki Minaj.) But I very strongly dislike him.
He abandoned me and my Mum when I was a baby, so me and Mum lived a life of...well, not poverty, but we weren't exactly rich. I loved her, well, I still do. She was a bit of an alcoholic and a bit of a whore, but that's just because she was always depressed from my Dad. But, we were so close, until she died. Which was why I moved to live with my Dad. I need an education.
So, that's about family and education. What next...hmmm...jobs?
I have a few, and I get to choose how often I work there. The amount of time I work, the amount of pay I get.
So, there's the occasional model shoot I do, it pays a lot, but I'm only needed rarely so it's not enough. There's the day job at a CD shop, and a night job at a bar. So yeah, nothing glam. I'm going to try to get a real job after Uni though.
Next, love life. Wanna hear about my love life? Because, if so, I have none. Love doesn't last, you just get hurt, whether its a heart break when they leave you, or physical pain when they abuse you. So, I do one night stands. Sex gives you pleasure and satisfies you, yet it doesn't hurt you (emotionally at least, I'm a bit into kink and BDSM.)
Music. Music is awesome. Rock music especially. Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, Bon Jovi, Meat Loaf, Queen, Pink Floyd, Joan Jett, Def Leppard, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Yardbirds, The Byrds, BB King, Janis Joplin, Johnny Cash, Guns 'N Roses, ACDC, Jimi Hendrix. Well, you get the gist.
I love playing music too, only to myself though, not to other people. I can sing I guess, play the guitar and play the drums. I can play the cello, and could probably figure out some stuff on a piano.
I have a few friends here, but only one great one that I can count on. Brook, my best friend. She completely understands me and doesn't judge my sex life. She will be angry with me, sad with me, happy with me etc, and she will hate my Dad with me. She has an awesome taste in music, like me. Her favourite band, like mine, is Aerosmith. However, her favourite's Joe, whereas my favourite's Steven.
So, I think that's everything there is to know about me. Back to explaining what was going on with the moaning thing...even though I think you can already guess... .
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I held his head down between my legs, trying to take it all in. I moaned loudly, of course for my Dad's benefit, but the boy misunderstood it as I sign that I was getting ready to...you know...so he did it faster, which I'm not complaining about.
So, I'm on my bed, in my room, naked with some random guy who's...pleasuring me. I'm not sure what his name is...Jack, John, Josh, Jake, Andrew? Maybe it's Andrew, but I'm almost certain it begins with a J, and well...Andrew doesn't.
It's weird, after our time together, I'm never gonna see this guy again. But, I like it this way, so I'm not gonna change it.
I had a Led Zeppelin CD playing at full volume in my room: the song at the moment being 'Black Dog', so no matter how loud I tried to moan, my Dad probably couldn't hear me.
"Come on...dude." I whispered to the guy with his head between my legs. I don't know why nothing was happening, I guess I wasn't really in the mood, had too much on my mind. I was tempted just to kick him out, but I'd feel to bad after. Maybe I should just fake it?
I was stuck in my head, thinking about my life and how I'd made it to today. Thinking about my Mum, my old boyfriends, my new sex partners, my friends. I guess I was satisfied with my life, I wasn't happy, but what was I to do about it?
At least I wasn't depressed, like I was as a teen. That was horrible, it really started getting to me, but I'm over that now, well, I hope I am.
I was brought out of my thoughts when suddenly the door swung open, revealing my Dad and a few guys I couldn't make out properly.
"Fuck, Dad!" I exclaimed, pulling the covers over me.
"Why whenever I come up here is there a guy between your legs?" He sighed.
"A girls gotta eat." I shrugged, pulling J off me and kicking him off the bed.
I heard laughter from the guys (silhouettes), and my Dad started blushing from the embarrassment.
"I want you to meet my clients, so get dressed, get rid of " He said, pausing so I could say the random guys name.
"Eermmmm....errr....hmmm...." I said, trying to think of his name. This caused my Dad's clients to burst out into laughter, and my Dad to go redder.
"Well, just get rid of him and come down." Dad scoffed.
"Fine." I snapped, as my Dad left, shutting the door behind him.
"You've got to leave." I told the guy.
"But baby..." The guy replied.
"Oi, my house, my rules, leave." I ordered.
"How about...no." He snarled, trying to grab me.
I dodged him and blocked him arm, before thrust kicking him in the stomach, sending him back against the wall. I punched his chin, kneed him in the balls and shoved him outside my room. I threw his clothes at him, before saying, "Leave." and shutting my door.
I fixed my long, blonde hair and re-did some of my makeup, as it ran. I put my underwear back on, before throwing on some ripped shorts and an old Aerosmith top. I turned off the CD player and walked out my room, to see the guy no longer there. Good.
I walked down the stairs and into the lounge, where I heard my Dad and his clients talking.
"Shit." I muttered, before completely freezing up on the spot.
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