Andy toppled onto the bed and the girl climbed into his lap. She ripped his clothes off and began to kiss him all over. He moaned lowly and slightly growled. The girl began to pump softly at his member. She went faster and faster and Andy's low moans turned into loud growls.
'You will see why they call me Lighting because I can make you cum faster then you have before.' she said.
Andy just moaning softly to intoxicated to care. She began to make quick work of him. Taking him in her mouth slowly. Andy screamed out in pleasure as she bobbed her head faster and faster. He was just on the verge of cumming when she stopped. He whined when she stopped. Then she got on his lap and started to ride him. He was panting and moaning all mixed together. Whatever he drank was doing exactly what he wanted. She started going faster and faster till he screamed for her to stopped. She went to say something but he just shook his head and started crying. Andy ran out of there as fast as he could. This was a mistake, he thought. He ran away from their. As fast as he could. He hailed a cab and the cabby wasn't to happy about him being drunk but he agreed to take Andy home. During the ride Andy sobbed bitterly.
As Andy cried he knew he couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't live with himself Andy more. He had to do it. He couldn't live another day. He thought of all his fans. He knew they would miss him. He thought about his family. He would feel so bad for leaving them. Then he thought about his band. He curled into a ball and sobbed more. Then the cab stopped. He paid the cabby and stumbled up the stairs to his hotel room. He started to break everything he could. He didn't care. He smashed the mirrors and broke the TV. Threw pillows and flipped the mattresses. He laid in the shambles of his room sobbing and hick upping. After a while he looked up and saw himself in the shattered mirror of the bathroom . His black War Paint was messed up and his hair was all knotted. His clothes were all a mess from quickly putting them on and worst of all he could see the pain in his own eyes. He filled the bathtub and grabbed a piece of the mirror. He was going to do it. He had to.
Okay, okay. So how do you guys like it so far? This is been pretty run to write!