Paparazzi by Lady Gaga Rita loved that absolute look of disgust most people gave her when she met them on the streets. It makes her laugh on the inside; it feeds her innate desire to hurt others. Rita hadn't always been so mean to others, but the world outside made it impossible for her to be nice. She had just published a particularly nasty story about the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. It was revenge for his blatant sexual advances on her. Even though Rita said no rarely, if it ever came from her mouth she certainly meant it. As Rita walked, she thanked every deity she could think of for making her line of work so vastly lucrative. As Rita entered a dress shop, spending her hard-earned money, she saw the Minister's wife. That woman looked at Rita as though she were nothing more than dog shit on her shoe. Rita laughed at her, because she knew the Minister's wife certainly hadn't gotten any in years while her husband was off screwing every secretary the Ministry could get.
Bad Romance by Lady Gaga Rita could never really admit why she liked this particular fellow so much. Jesus, he was vain enough to compete with her. However, he had a way about him that more than made up for this. He had beautiful blonde hair and crystal blue eyes (just like her). The fact that he was famous made Rita like him even more... Of course, fame had gone to his head in the most extreme way. He reminded Rita of all of his accomplishments every time they fucked. The only reason she hung around him at all was because this entire relationship was so deliciously doomed. She loved knowing that they were so wrong for each other. It was the sweetest romance she could think of, after all.
Paralyzer by Finger Eleven Rita had drank about 4 vodka tonics already, but she was in no mood to slow down yet. It had been a slow day, so she needed something to keep her entertained. As she looked up from her drink, she saw him sitting there with a cocky grin on his face. If she had been sober, he wouldn't have been nearly as fascinating as he was now. As she looked him up and down, she felt an immense attraction to him; it was almost animalistic. "May I have this dance?" He asked with whiskey-laden breath.
"Of course." Rita said as she grabbed onto his hand.
Each time they pressed against each other, their heat grew. It was like some sort of mating ritual that seemed to swirl over both of their heads. They had finally made it out to the alley-way, one of the few remaining on Diagon Alley. It had been a good night indeed... She Hates Me by Puddle of Mud Rita winked at him in a way that meant she was not amused at all. She never really cared for her boss, but she had to put up with him until her plans for her own gossip magazine were ensured. However, appearances needed to be kept in front of him and she had to keep him in her trap. She knew how to keep him in his place; her flesh could turn him to her point of view every time. Rita swung her hips more than usual as she walked out of his office, reminding him of all of the wonderful perks he had because of being her boss. She could feel his eyes scanning her ass as though it were a piece of meat. Rita laughs each time she thinks of that year she had with her first boss at the Daily Prophet. He had been the biggest prick she had ever met, but he was easy to control nonetheless. Sometimes she feels bad for slipping him a lethal potion, especially when she bumps into his children. No one knew the wiser, though, and Rita was able to flourish in his absence. She thinks about the clumsy ways he would try to seduce her in that dingy office; she laughs. She then thinks about how she watched the life slowly drip out of his eyes; she gags a little.
Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard Rita was running down the street at a full sprint. She only had ten minutes to get to his house; to try and talk some sense into him. They had been broken up for more than a year now, but she had to get him back. There was no other option to this other than to have him in her arms again. She was in her bare feet because she couldn't run in her heels. Her skirt was ripping and becoming stained. But this boy was more than worth it. He had been her first kiss, her first everything. She couldn't let him go. She finally got to the door and banged as hard as she could on it. "Can I help you?" A young girl answered the door, clearly annoyed at Rita.
Rita stood there for what seemed like hours, trying to piece everything together. Of course, he had moved on. He certainly wasn't going to wait for her, for an empty promise. "Umm..." Rita spoke quietly as she tried not to cry," no. Wrong house."
Rita walked back very slowly, staining her blouse with tears. The girl, however, was very happy to be rid of the intruder. She hated those damn solicitors; plus, she wanted to get back to him.
"Who was it, Sis?" The man playfully asked his little sister.
"No one. Said she had the wrong house."
Rita had never found out that it was his sister, not his girlfriend. Every day she regrets not going back to him sooner, or even leaving him at all...
Bad Romance by Lady Gaga Rita could never really admit why she liked this particular fellow so much. Jesus, he was vain enough to compete with her. However, he had a way about him that more than made up for this. He had beautiful blonde hair and crystal blue eyes (just like her). The fact that he was famous made Rita like him even more... Of course, fame had gone to his head in the most extreme way. He reminded Rita of all of his accomplishments every time they fucked. The only reason she hung around him at all was because this entire relationship was so deliciously doomed. She loved knowing that they were so wrong for each other. It was the sweetest romance she could think of, after all.
Paralyzer by Finger Eleven Rita had drank about 4 vodka tonics already, but she was in no mood to slow down yet. It had been a slow day, so she needed something to keep her entertained. As she looked up from her drink, she saw him sitting there with a cocky grin on his face. If she had been sober, he wouldn't have been nearly as fascinating as he was now. As she looked him up and down, she felt an immense attraction to him; it was almost animalistic. "May I have this dance?" He asked with whiskey-laden breath.
"Of course." Rita said as she grabbed onto his hand.
Each time they pressed against each other, their heat grew. It was like some sort of mating ritual that seemed to swirl over both of their heads. They had finally made it out to the alley-way, one of the few remaining on Diagon Alley. It had been a good night indeed... She Hates Me by Puddle of Mud Rita winked at him in a way that meant she was not amused at all. She never really cared for her boss, but she had to put up with him until her plans for her own gossip magazine were ensured. However, appearances needed to be kept in front of him and she had to keep him in her trap. She knew how to keep him in his place; her flesh could turn him to her point of view every time. Rita swung her hips more than usual as she walked out of his office, reminding him of all of the wonderful perks he had because of being her boss. She could feel his eyes scanning her ass as though it were a piece of meat. Rita laughs each time she thinks of that year she had with her first boss at the Daily Prophet. He had been the biggest prick she had ever met, but he was easy to control nonetheless. Sometimes she feels bad for slipping him a lethal potion, especially when she bumps into his children. No one knew the wiser, though, and Rita was able to flourish in his absence. She thinks about the clumsy ways he would try to seduce her in that dingy office; she laughs. She then thinks about how she watched the life slowly drip out of his eyes; she gags a little.
Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard Rita was running down the street at a full sprint. She only had ten minutes to get to his house; to try and talk some sense into him. They had been broken up for more than a year now, but she had to get him back. There was no other option to this other than to have him in her arms again. She was in her bare feet because she couldn't run in her heels. Her skirt was ripping and becoming stained. But this boy was more than worth it. He had been her first kiss, her first everything. She couldn't let him go. She finally got to the door and banged as hard as she could on it. "Can I help you?" A young girl answered the door, clearly annoyed at Rita.
Rita stood there for what seemed like hours, trying to piece everything together. Of course, he had moved on. He certainly wasn't going to wait for her, for an empty promise. "Umm..." Rita spoke quietly as she tried not to cry," no. Wrong house."
Rita walked back very slowly, staining her blouse with tears. The girl, however, was very happy to be rid of the intruder. She hated those damn solicitors; plus, she wanted to get back to him.
"Who was it, Sis?" The man playfully asked his little sister.
"No one. Said she had the wrong house."
Rita had never found out that it was his sister, not his girlfriend. Every day she regrets not going back to him sooner, or even leaving him at all...