City Heat

"I'll see where tonight goes and maybe I'll stick around." You saw as Aria picks up a switchblade knife from the dresser. Your blood freezes for a bit but to your surpise she takes hold of the left cup of her spandex bra and starts cutting sround until she exposes her nipple tearing the spandex fabric away. The blood rushes to your member making it twitch and pulsate at how something so dangerous looking can be made so sexy. Aria moans softly as she licks her lips circling her tounge around them with half lidded gaze. It reminds you of the one and only time you on a dare went into a porno theather off 42nd Street and watched Hard Candy. The way the actress made a show off practically making love not to just to her costar but to the camera itself came flodding back to you,

Aria repeats her actions on the other cup, this time the nipple she exposes has a gold hoop earing through it, "jeeze Aria did that..hurt?" you ask before mentally slapping yourself in the head for doing so. Aria only chuckles as she takes a peaked cap from off the dresser beside the bed and walks over to you swaying her hips like a runway model as she places her arms around you, her eyes glimmer like gems as she gazes into yours. It's then that you notice her peaked cap...its a genuine death's head cap with the skull and eagle....it only lacks the insignia of the Nazi regime, long since removed possibly by a G.I so it wouldn't attract unwanted attention. She notices your concer at her having such a hat.

"Oh don't get your drawers in a knot you big baby...I just like the way it looks on me and some old guy sold it too me with most of the hot tags gone, but I dont honestly believe in the Reich mantras...it's all about the image.

"As for the piercings, I've gone toe to toe with some of the baddest mother fuckers in New York cutie...getting pierced was nothing to getting a tire Iron upside the dome." She says before cakling a bit.

"ST. James alive Aria..I...I think there are some things we need to work out if this is gonna..." You're interupted by the apartment door opening and in walking a girl in a red leather jacket and jeans with an old newsboy cap on her head.

"Fucking hell Maria! I've had girls thrown in the pit for less, what the fuck do you want?!" Aria says pulling away from you not even bothering to cover up her exposed nipples still cluthcing her blade. The girl Maria recoils a bit but only just.

"Uhhh sorry for interupting yoour...pp..pp..p..private time bbb boss but I ggg...got the payment from the deal at Studio 54, Bowie and Elton said it was some serious stuff to sell pure uncut at the rates you ...di...did." Aria switches her attitude to pleased and pats the other girls head lovingly.

"Excellent...so long as those celebs keep buying, we'll sell and soo we starting cuttinig...have the girls in the processing start cutting the product with gun powder...trust me war lords in Africa use it. Call it brown brown, the nitroglycerine is meant to keep you from having heart problems from using the blow....oh and next delivery...Here's a special message for one Mr. Freddie Mercury...Tell him I expect double next time for the shipment or I'll out him and Bowie's..."Private party," in the champange room if you get drift."

"Got it boss on all of it." With that Maria leaves and this time Aria makes sure the door is locked.

"Sorry about that but hey business is business and this job pays well."

"You mean selling drugs?"

"Hey my gang sells to rich partying celebrities with six figure salaries and entire carrers. If they wann blow rails of each others asses until they cant see straight, I say let them. there's a big difference between some media mogul or self indulgent celebrity wasting their money and lives on coke orgies in nightclubs and some girl turing tricks and shooting up herion every night...I like to think of it as the lesser of two evils.

"Aria...I...I'm seriously wondering if this is a good idea"

"Will this change your mind?" She says unfolding a straight razor and using it to slcie the fron of her spandex thong off. leaving only a few slivers of fabric to hand loosely from her round curvaceous hips. as her glistening, dripping sex is put on full display. Your morality core is hused again as the pounding erection in your pants is left to take off now. Aria notices it and moans softly as she runs a finger over the slick soft folds of that succulent snatch. "Yeah come on big boy, time to get "jumped in " to the Sixth Street Sirens." She says laying on the bed patting a spot for you right beside her. You gulp as you fell her razor running along your leg...dangerously close to your femoral artery, but she only slices the fabric and its loose enough so she wonk even knick the skin. your jeans soon become a pair of short shorts as the pant legs fall to your ankles leaving only the top potion you seem to forget how your hands work as you start to undo what's lef of them to get to fall too, underwear and all. Your hard oulsing manhood springs free at full mast finally allowed to breathe as Aria looks at it befor laying you on your back, She gets ontop of you straddling your body as she takes your hands into hers and guides them to the orbs of her breasts. So supple yet so soft, so firm and yet they give like foam mattress material under the grip of your groping hands as she moans loudly as you clamp the tender nubs of her nipples in your thumb and fore finger pinching them just ever so.

"Mhhh yeah see? Not so scary...see?" She says in a much softer tone now offering sweet candy laced with cyadine. "You still seem tense baby, still need something to take off that edge?" She says as she reaches into her night table again, you're almost scared to see what she's got THIS time. It's a clear glass bottle with bevel etchings the label reading Olmec Tequilla she has no glasses ot lime or salt as is usually what it's served in or with. Aria only pops the cap off and takes a swig like it's water. "Only things not banned in the Sirens, booze and smokes...and if your not habitual about it I'll let some grass use."

You reluctantly take the bottle, your shaky hand trembles as it's now or never, the last barrier to cross the thin line of the good and honest living Joe you were not just a few hours ago. You miss Aria swapping the record in the player another Kiss Album; their first since Love Gun back in 77, Dynasty: released May 23, this year, written and sung by Paul Stanley is track one, and how fitting as it's I was made for loving you. That first few riffs of Ace Frehley's guitar oddly enough don't sound like thier earlier work with more of similarity to a lot of the disco song that all of New Your is in a frenzy over. A fact Aria herself mentions.

"Hmm not one of my favorite songs bu these guys but...It's still Kiss. Plus I think it really speaks for the intimacy of the situation...don't you?" She says as the fire water that is the mexican liquor sears and practically rips the lining in your stomach when it finally hits the pit. "There just sit back and let the edge melt right off." She says cooing circling a finger around her left nipple. The effect is almost instant, like a slap to the back of the head the sting makes you lose a good amount of balance but you recover..."More." Is all Aria can say as she licks her lips with a seductive intent as you drink again. The blow of the alcohol not as intense as it was before, only you do get noticably more wobbly and even sway above her before regaining your balance. "That's it baby, just let it all out and come too momma...hehee she says with an efemminate giggle as you decide to let the boost to confidence and knowlage of her choice band play the odds into your hand.

"Hey...you know Aria, it could just be my first shots talking but...has any *hic* one ever told you that *hic* You're...hotter than Hell because you're...Dressed to kill?" Your word make her roll over as you fall on your back hitting the mattress,, It's then that you notice Aria cluthcing a long black cigarette holder and a flip lighter. She ignites the Virgina Slim at the end and sucks air through the tube of plastic and takes a drag of her cigarette.

"Ah Virginia Slims..you've come a long way baby!" She says with a jovial chukle as she then starts grinding her hips with a slow rocking motion, you feel the soft folds of her flower rubbing on the shaft of your dick as she start to teasingly rub on it. Lost in the haze of lust and liquor your hands reach up to the light fushia curves that make up her bountiful bossom. The soft and tender flesh of those breasts give ever so slightly as you reach up and touch them. ''Mhmhmh that's better, not so tense now are you my boy toy?" Aria says taking another drag of her cigarette holder. She sucks in a long drawn out drag of rich mellow tobacco and puffs the smoky cloud of it above the both of you before letting the tip smolder some. A bit of ash lands on your bare skin, searing the skin for a brief moment you wonder if it was an accident or if she did it on purpose.

"Mhh well you're a lot more easy to get intimate with when your piss drunk." You say smugly as your right arm reels back and delivers a spanking blow to her ass cheeks. You gasp realizing what you just did if only cause the last thing you want is to pis of a NYC gang overboss, but surprisingly while her eyes go wide in surprise, she only moans loudly at the new found bravado. You chuckle a bit before delivering another hard smack to her ass. This drives Aria to lift her hips up with you cluthcing them a bit to guide her as she hovers her dripping wet vaginal lips over your're hard cock but she doesn't slide onto it just yet...she stops the Kiss Album to swap it for The Sex Pistols; their only studi album Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols. A rare find given the banning that band in both England and even here in NY to a degree.

The first track Holiday in the sun kicks in with it's mix of marching boots and riffs by Rotten and the low guttural ranting voice of Sid Vicious. In some ways it envigorates the both of you. Aria slams her hips down on your dick hard and starts to really ride the pole of muslce in tune with every chord to the angry lyrics and edgy hard hitting chords of the band, how fitting she swaped for one named...Sex Pistols. "MHHH Oh fuck yeah...that's what I'm talking about mhhh fucking hell yeah." she says weaving a tapestry of obsecenities and profanity as the walls of her womanhood ripple and clench around the long, veinyshaft that she rides like a rodeo champion.

"Ugh! Damn Aria, how are you this damn tight?" You say as your hands grip her by the waist and steady her as she rocks harder before taking another drag of her cigarette this time blowing the smoke right in your face making you cough on it as she smirks at what she did.

"Fuck all if I know, I guess its just cause you're the first fuck I've had with a real dick for one thing." She says making a mass of images flood your mind, almost all of them involving her doing it with her gang members. The world she lives in is truly a far cry to you humble upper queens almost...suburban upbrining. The thought of what it holds almost makes you pop then aqnd there, but you hold out. Aria rocks her hips like a wave crashing on the shore as your hands squeeze and grip hard around her breasts. The pressure in all that backed up ball batter rising as she rides you like a 42nd street slut building and rising to the point of no return but you do all you can to win this battle of who'll pop their top first.

"UGH I...I don't think I can hold out much more Aria!" You warm feeling an all too familliar tingling in your cock as her inner depths are warm and so soft. The slick walls clenching tighter trying to drive you over the edge first.

"You cum first and you're gonna be going up against Big Rhonda in the pit...chump." She says as her teeth bite down onto her cigarette holder, the Virginia Slim now little more a stub at this point. Her warning may be spur of the moment play but given she said that and is the head of a gang...yeah you're not gonna test that. You give an upward thrust to match the shaking of her hips, as you feel her pussy walls give a final clenhing spasm and a rush of warm juices start to spatter and squirt from Aria. Past your dick and staining the already worn out almost moldy looking sheets the both of you lay on.

You take that as a hint and let her slam down on you one last time before feeling the tip of your cock twitch and give in to the nirvana of being allowed to climax. Your dick spurts like a burst pipe and shoot stream after warm sticky hot stram into the cucible that is her inner berths. After all that she collapses onto you her light pinkish toned flesh shiny with a thin sheen of cold sweat. You can't help but start stroking her lovley aqua hair as she coos a bit before getting another cigarette from the pack. Despite the brand being "a woman's thing" she offers you one.

You turn her down settling for taking a swig from the Tequila bottle, as she tells you "Hey Don't bogart that booze buddy boy, it wan't easy to get." She chuckles before swiping it from your hand and taking a swig herself not even bothering to move the smoke out of her mouth as she did. You feel the haze of alcohol washing over you as the sounds of New York from her sirens of cop cars to the gunshots from rival gangs echoed like a chorus outside as a rain storm begain to rage outside.

"So..I'm in?" You say as she cuddles you softly in the mixing haze of both the liquor and the sexual afterglow. As Aria only holds you close as sleep washes over you at long last.

"In? You're one of us now, we gotta get you outfitted to roll with us in the morning" She says...You wonder if you chose well in agreeing to her terms and ultimately joining her gang, but the though of having her all to you when you have the down time makes it all get shrugged off, not a fuck given...

The Sex Pistols album reaches track eight, bodies.