Don't Know What You See In My Negativity

The Poor Little Girl Didn't Know What to Say

Vera dropped off her little sister, telling her to be good and to call her immediately if anything happened.  Then, she headed for the door, catching a glimpse of the lead singer of the band out of the corner of her eye.  He was... wow.  Tall and thin, with the palest skin she had ever seen and long black hair.  He wore cat eye contacts and a lip piercing.  No, Vera told herself, you can't be attracted to this Satanist.  Unfortunately for that idea, he began to sing.  The boy's voice was deep and raspy, but it could purr and hit high notes at exactly the right time.  Unbeknownst to Vera, she was falling in love at first sight.

Brian noticed her staring and grinned.  She wasn't really his type, but damn, what a nice pair of tits.  Brushing a stray piece of box-dyed ebony hair back from his pale face, he purred into the microphone at her.  "Hey, bible girl!"

She immediately looked at him, trying her hardest to be offended as he continued.  "Come up onstage~"  Vera debated going out into the car, but somehow, she found herself practically running onto the small stage as her little sister and a bunch of random Florida goth kids watched.  He wrapped his skeletal arms around her, kissing her deeply.  Her first kiss.  From underneath him, she moaned lightly as he groped her tits and smirked, never breaking eye contact.

"What's your name?", he cooed.  "V-Vera..." "I'm Brian."  And for the rest of the concert, Vera the perfect model daughter made out with him in front of a crowd.