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[h1][color=azure]Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile[/color][/h1]

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[color=azure]”And that’s todays vid guys. Apologies it was only a short one because I’m off to get trashed at a boat party. For those of you who are blind or just like to hear me describe what I’m wearing, I know you’re out there creepers come and get me. My bleach blonde hair is hanging loose, my lips tonight a blood red and my eyes are darker than my soul as is my little, ass skimming dress with thigh highs. Oh that’s right, I’m looking hotter than all hell and tonight you can call me Smokin’ Aces. Life in Beverly Hells 90210 is the same as it always is, with the added benefit tonight however being that so much will unfold that’ll give me like a month of content for you guys. Tomorrow I’ll be uploading the latest horror story for your viewing terror; I call it Hollywood Gothic, a triad of haunting tales from tinseltown. Anyway, this is Hells Favourite Harlot signing off, remember my disposable despots, keep on rocking cos only good things can happen in the dark”[/color]

Gwen logged off from her live stream and stood up from the desk. The horror story videos were getting a lot of traction recently, she needed to amp up her content if she wanted stay on the roll she was on. Her viewing figures were skyrocketing and she wanted to keep it that way. Moving over to her bedside table, she picked up the clutch bag that contained all of her nightly needs; money, audio recorder, notepad and the pills she had gotten from Lee McCarthy earlier that evening. Her drug use was a rarity compared to some of the other kids at BHHS. She had more reason than most to stay away from any kind of drug but that didn’t stop her. She took off down the stairs, passing the wall of platinum records and [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1f/72/df/1f72df61b7e52efa7131289852be0063.jpg]framed photo[/url] of her long deceased father as she did so. 

[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/36/32/90/363290b6894ebe41c2361e78cf020e0e.jpg]Samantha Morgan[/url] had carved herself a nice piece of the 1% pie. She worked consistently as a talent agent for future stars and starlets, she rubbed shoulders with the wealthy and the powerful and by golly gee even closing 40 she was still hot. So what was missing? The love of her only child for one and piece of mind one gets from being truly happy and content with their lot in life. For Sam, a large black cloud of guilt hung over her head like the wedding veil she never got the chance to wear; her fortune and status built on the bones of the man she loved. Some considered her a heartless money grabber; Sam considered herself a realist, she had to survive for the sake of her and her daughter. Survival of the fittest was the way of the world.

[color=orange]”You look like a slut, Gwendoline”[/color] Sam scowled at her daughter, all hint of her native Welsh accent all but faded away. As she wrote into her work diary the list of appointments for the next few days, she could not hide how disappointed she felt seeing her only child walk down the stairs dressed like a pornstar.

[color=azure]”Oh good that’s the look I was going for. Thanks Mom”[/color] Aces grabbed her denim cut off vest jacket and swung it over her shoulders. [color=azure]”I wouldn’t bother waiting up tonight, I plan on finding a boy or girl to fuck my brains out, le gasp, maybe I’ll go for an Asian kid. Who knows? Whoever it is, I’ll make sure they’re enough to disappoint you”[/color]

Slamming her palms down on the table, pencil still locked between her fingers, Sam pushed herself to her feet and from her lips escapes a frustrated sigh. [color=orange]”God Gwen, how long are you going to keep doing this? Antagonising me. Challenging me. Trying to get underneath my skin. I’m getting so sick of it. What is it you want from me?”[/color]

[color=azure]”I don’t want anything from you”[/color]

[color=orange]”Bullshit. You want to know what I think? I think you just love playing a part. Playing a bad girl, with her big bad friends and heavy metal music. You want so desperately to follow in your dads footsteps that you’ve lost sight of the fact that he’s dead! He’s dead Gwen and I’m still here. You didn’t even know him but you know me, you know how hard I work. I was you when I met him and I had to stop being you, you want to know why? Music dies, baby. Everything always dies. Your dad died. He died before you were even here. Stop trying to go the same way”[/color]

Gwen grabbed a nearby vase and through it with all of her might at her mother. She intended to mix her by inches, it was a fear tactic more than anything. A little trick she picked up during her high school story. People don’t mess with crazy chicks. [color=azure]”Memento Mori Mom. Remember...you will die….and God how I cannot wait for that day”[/color] Hurrying out of the front door before her mother could say anything else, Aces jumped into her Stingray, turned up the [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HUKsUtHx4QU]tunes[/url] and set off into the night.

Driving through LA, probably way too fast, Aces breathes out the anger that was welling up in her chest. The thunderous rumble of her engine mixed perfectly with the pounding bass and neon lights of the streets around her. It wasn’t rock or metal but damn it all to hell of it wasn’t good. She tightens her grip on the steering wheel as she tried to get back into the mood to party. As she stopped at a red light, Gwen reached into her bag and jacked a few pills down her throat. Timed right, they’d kick in as she arrived at the boat and she’d be on her way up. She knew there would be a deeper supply there for her to indulge her hedonistic and histrionic tendencies. Right now all she wanted to do was get fucked and get fucked up so she could forget the evil of the world.

Gwen had timed her arrival perfectly. The boat was still moored, you could hear the drunken rabble of drug addled teenagers a mile away. She hopped out of her car and sainted up to the guard. She signed in on the tablet, slapped the bouncers ass and stuck on her aviators. [color=azure]”Rock n roll”[/color]. By the time she got onto the main deck, the party was in full swing. Even from first impressions Aces could tell that this would be another legendary BHHS ensemble. Just as she grabbed herself a drink, a shouting match erupted from the centre of the deck. Climbing onto a random Seniors back for a better view, beer bottle in hand, Gwen took a swig as she watched Katie and Scott’s latest battle. [color=azure]”Well ain’t that something to start the night off right”[/color] she couldn’t help but start to laugh as Noah began dragging Katie away. This was going to be a night to remember, to bad she didn’t plan on remembering it.

Jumping down from her basketball player perch, the five foot nothing harpy necked her beer and threw it at him. [color=azure]”Be a dear, superstar and get me another”[/color] the kid had no chance with the leather clad beauty but he didn’t know that. She looked over and noticed Lee and Hyde in the corner, obviously conducting some deal. She gave them a courteous nod; though Lee’s eyes were elsewhere, transfixed in a blonde in a crowd and a smile crept upon Ace’s crimson lips.

[color=azure]”and low beast looked upon the face of beauty and beauty stayed his hand and from that moment forward, he was as one dead”[/color][/centre]