Scootal00_Type-R - The Experiment

>"I'm sorry that it has to be this way. There's nothing I can do about it..."
"What do you mean? I thought we had each other's backs, why would you do this?"
>"....I dunno....I'm sorry, Anon...."
"I just want my friend back...you're like family to me."
>"....I'm sorry."
"Whatever...sorry for bothering you."
>"...I'll come back when I can, I'm sor-"
>You hang up the phone.
"Cock sucker, so much for friends."
>You apply pressure down on your right foot and the engine of the BMW 3-Series purrs in response.
>Today is the day that Twilight has fucked you over and as far as you know, it may be the last time.
>It all started when you went on vaction with Shining Armor because you wanted to get away from the stress of work. You didn't even know his family, nor did you know he had a sister, Twilight.
>The two of you weren't introduced at the exact time, but she greeted you with a warm smile and eye contact. It felt nice.
>From there, the two of you hit it off pretty damn well and ended up dating. It only lasted a few months till after you transferred to a new warehouse under the company you work for. It happened to be 8 hours away from home and her.
>Long story short, she cheated and dumped you and you gave her a second chance like a ditz. Now you've lost her because her new boy toy hates your guts and doesn't even know you.
>Oh well
>Life as a corporate courier has its ups and downs.
>Current boss is a drug addict.
>Same goes for his son, the supervisor of the warehouse.
>Only person that is good to you is your coworker, Mike.
>Mike is a jokester that somehow manages to keep you going troughout the days and weeks of shit.
>Anyways, you come back from the recent delivery run for 24 inch rims meant to fit a Camaro. Ugly rims, but people buy them and that's what get you paid.

>You park, walk-in, and is greeted by the deafining blast of a tire bead seater.
>Once your senses come to, it turns out that Pinkie Pie and Mike decided to surprise you again....dick heads.
>"HAHA, OHHHH SHIT"
>"He even dropped the invoices and his phone, AHAHHAHAHA!
"You guys are fucked up." you say in between short laughs and as you get your shit back together.
>"Hey, you ready to head home?"
"Yea, man, I'm tired as fuck already. Is everything moved and ready to be abandoned for the night?"
>"Yup!" Chimes in Pinkie. "Let's bounce."
"Alright, I'll just give the boss man his shit and clock out."
>You step into your bosses office and give him the keys to the Bimmer, the invoices, and the money from the customer. The old fart already seems trashed.
"See ya Monday, boss-man." you say as you run out to your car.
>You unlock your car, get in and fly out of the warehouse parking lot.
>You stop at a stop light and Mike pulls up, honking 3 times.
>Looks like he wants to race again, when is the faggot gonna learn.
>You put it in first and run the car to 5 grand.
>"How 'bout to the Undergrounds this time, kid?"
"If you're feeling lucky, sure." you shout back.
>The light hits green and you both fly down the road. If things go right, traffic should be dead and no state troopers or highway patrol should be around. Undergrounds is at least 20 minutes away, even at speed.
>You weave through the light traffic with ease. Need For Speed has prepared you for this.

>You play around with the music on your phone as you're weaving.
>Papa Roach?
>No.
>Metallica?
>No.
>Twenty One Pilots?
>But there's a radio in the car.
>The Prodigy?
>eh.
>Modest Mouse?
>Why not.
>You look up and see an mini van's tailgate
"Oh shit!"
>You swerve faster than DK from Tokyo Drift, but you actually survive the shit.
>Uhhh....fuck music, you almost died.
>*beep* "You are two miles from your destination. Make a left on Oakland Park Boulevard." the GPS calls out.
"Fuck you, I know my directions."
>*beep* "Well go piss off, you fucktwat, I didn't spent two grand on a state-of-the-art GPS."
"Touché"
>Make the right.
>Mike is already at Undergrounds.
>wot.
>That piece of shit Malibu classic beat ya.
>You park and approach Mike.
"How did you...?"
>"What? You think Little Miss Daisy don't get up, kid?"
>If only Twilight was here to witness the look on your face.
>Actually, fuck her. She's not important.
"I've got nothing to say to that" you exhale.
>"Let's just say that your Acura RSX has some competition now, kid." Mike says as he blows weed smoke on your shirt.
>Last time someone did that, you beat their head in with a pipe.
>Mike just smiles and laughs.
>Fucking guy.
>If he wasn't a friendly entity, he would've been pulled out of that jalopy he drives and murdered.
"So...what are we doing here for?"
>"To chill, bruh. They've got music, food, live bands, and bitches. I know you love hot bitches, too." Mike answers as he puts out his roach.
"What kind of bands?"
>"The fuck do I know? I just heard of the shit from the senile boss we got."
"Aight." you put your hands up.
>The two of you enter the bar and are hit by a cloud of smoke.
>You almost die from the sudden lack of oxygen.

>The smoke clears.
>You already want to leave.
>Hipsters
>Fucking hipsters.
>From the looks of it, they're the bougie kind, too.
>A waitress is already on top of you two.
>Smoking hot.
>Literally smoking and hot.
>The fact that she's smoking brings her down to an 8 immediately, though.
>Name tag reads Rarity.
>7 for the porn star name.
>"Hiiiii, I'm Rarity, party of two?"
>"Nah, we separate." Mike answers.
>Looks like you're riding solo in this joint.
>"Great, you may seat yourselves, I'll be right with you in a few minutes."
>God damn, so many choices...time for an awkward decision.
>You spot one table that seats two in the middle of the pack.
>It is now claimed as property of Anon Y. Mous.
>Look over the menu and order a coke. Everything else is just hipster trash.
>Scope out your surroundings.
>The table next to you seats three girls. You feel as if one of them is eyeing you.
>They're playing some sort of alternative-pop off the ambient speakers.
>They're setting up the stage to be ready for the act of the night.
>The feeling of being watched intensifies.
>You look in the direction your senses bring you.
>Hot damn.
>20/10 looks away. She must've been the one sizing you up decent.
>Simple game, my friend.
>You direct your attention to what's going on behind her. Some blonde is playing Texas Hold 'Em with three kids. One of them looks like her.
>You feel the dame look back at you.
>Yup.
>Too bad she's with her friends, can't trust trying to talk with them around.
>She's got that punk rock-ish look. Denim jacket with the sleeves cut, black tank top with some sort of design on it...good thing she isn't wearing the usual make up.
>She gets up and walks to a hallway in the back.
>She stops, makes eye contact, and motions for you to follow.
>Now this is something that only happens in movies and dreams.

>Play it cool.
>You wait a few seconds before getting up and heading towards the hall.
>'Round the corner and you are grabbed by the collar of your shirt and slammed against the wall.
>Whoa, didn't really expect that...you kinda liked that.
>"Hey there hot stuff, what's your name?"
"Uhh...Anon....and you are?" you reply as your feel your cheeks heat up.
>"Well that's cute of you to blush like that. I'm Aria Blaze, but you can just call me Ari."
"Well, Ari..."
>You grab her and pin her against the wall.
"...I don't usually get to know someone this way."
>"Well, Anon..."
>Aria runs her finger down your chest to your crotch and stops at the tip of your hard on.
>"...I like to find out if someone has kinks or not."
>This makes you smile.
>She knows how to play the game.
"How does a dame like you end up in a joint like this?"
>"I've got a gig here in a few minutes."
>Her finger rises back up to your nose and she pushes you back.
>You back off.
>Just in time her friends come around the corner.
>"Ready for this Aria?" the orange haired girl asks.
>"One cover as usual, right? Why don't we do something of our own?"
>"Because Adagio can't write shit." the blue haired girl snarks.
>That must've struck a nerve, this Adagio chick looks a bit pissed.
>"There's a reason why I'm lead vocal and you're not." she snaps.
>"Yea? But you're not the one singing tonight, Adagio." Aria interjects.
>Ooooh, cat fight. Time to back up a bit.
>"Well you've been asking to lead this cover for ages, Aria. Practically begging."
>"And?"
>"...Well it's time for you to prove yourself." Adagio storms off down the hall.
>The blue haired girl follows and Aria stays.
"Your friend there must have a stick up her ass all the time."
>"She's been like that for the longest. She only popped out of our mom's ass two minutes before me." Aria laughs.
"Twins?"
>"Triplets."
>Well shit. Their mom's pussy made the sacrifice.

>The two of you stand there in silence.
"So...uhh....what song are you performing tonight?"
>"It's a secret...buuuut...I guess I can tell you who the artist is."
"And the artist is?"
>"Halestorm."
"Never heard of them."
>"You're about to now, and you have a VIP pass."
"Aren't I supposed to get something cool that goes on my neck for something like that?"
>"Perhaps."
>She wraps her arms around you and bite you on the neck.
>You wince and softly moan in pain...but....this is a first that you like.
>Aria lets off.
>"I gotta go, you can wait and watch if you'd like." she says with a sly tone of voice.
>This girl feels a bit off, but she has your interest and curiosity.
>The way she walks and talks....her forwardness. It didn't take much talking to like her, either.
>That view of her ass is glorious. The sway and jiggle of it trapped in those tights are phenomenal.
>"Hey kid, what you doing back here just standin'?"
>You pause and turn around.
>Oh shit, it's Mike.
"OH....uh...bathroom, had to stop and hold in a bit harder."
>"Then what's with that bruise on your neck?"
>You awkwardly place your hand on the spot where the stinging remains.
"Uh....."
>"Awwww shit, my nigga caught himself some pussy tonight."
"Yea....sure did."
>You hear guitars being tuned and tested.
>Oh shit, you want to watch this shit.
"Oh shit, they performing."
>You navigate your way back to your table, where your Coke awaits you...flat.
"How long have I...?" you mutter to yourself.
>"Hi there Undergrounds, are you READY TO ROCK?!"
>The bar just sits in silence as a few people clap.
>Aria seems a little disheartened by that.
>"Well we are The Sirens, and we are here to ROCK THIS JOINT'S WORLD!"
>The curiosity is fueling the small bit of excitement within.
>"ONE...TWO..."
> [YouTube] Love Bites - Halestorm (Lyrics)

>You've heard this somewhere. Don't remember exactly, but you have.
>Your pocket vibrates.
>You pull out your phone and see that Twilight has texted you.
>'....I'm sorry....'
>Tempting to block the bitch.
>You just put your phone on silent instead, you're liking this cover.
>There's hardly any choppiness in their play.
>They can play their hearts out.
>Sounds like Aria can hold on to her vocals, too.
>You wonder how loud she moans.
>You even wonder if she rides on it, sits on it, and licks on it, too.
>The daydream breaks as you begin to hear the bar get into it.
>Who knew a song covered by a local band can actually hype people?
>Even one or two hipsters are throwing the horns ups.
>"LOVE BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-ites"
>Well fuck, they're already done.
>Alright, time to get a chance with a rocker.
>You move back to the hallway and wait.
>Aria comes out shortly after leaving the stage.
>"Liked that?"
"Does a bear shit in the woods?"
>"What?"
"Nevermind. Hey, uh, do you have anything else to do tonight?"
>"No, just go home and vegetate 'till I sleep."
"Wanna chill or something?"
>"Sure, why don't we go and cruise around?"
>Aw shit, she wants to go and ride around in your RSX, there are chances of this being a deal breaker.
"Sure, just let your sister's know that you're leaving with me."
>"Nah, let's just go."
>imokaywiththis.jpg

>Get in the car, jiggle the shifter, clutch in, key in "ON" position, crank.
>WHIR-IR-IR-VRRRRRR
>The passenger door opens and Aria freezes.
>"What the hell is that?"
"A shifter." you reply to her with a face as if you're dealing with a big idiot.
>"Cool, hardly see those, just the paddle thingies." Aria comes back.
>She gets in and you pull out of the parking spot.
>Wait
>She's not wearing a seat belt.
"I think you should wear the seat belt."
>"Why?"
"You'll see."
>You sit at the exit and rev it to 3000 RPM, ready to launch in 1st gear.
>Aria is quiet, calm, even.
>Let off the clutch and your Acura launches.
>"WHOA, haha!"
>You keep a stern look on her face.
>You will break her.
>45, shift to 2nd.
>Traffic ahead, jump to on-coming lane to get ahead of the wall.
>She's still sitting with a big grin on her face.
>Guess you'll stick around in this lane.
> You maneuver around the honking and flashing traffic heading towards you.
>Shit a fucking cop
>Jerk it back to the correct lane.
>Too late, the lights are already flashing.
>"Oh damn! It's the fuzz. HIT IT, BOY!"
>Aria pushes down on your knee.
>The RSX gains speed as she holds down on you.
"I need to shift you know!" you say as the revs bounces on the redline.
>You push her off and put it into 4th.
>"We're going to jail!" Aria shouts as she rolls down the window.
>You watch from the corner of your eye as she climbs onto the door and starts shouting. Lord knows if she's giving the finger to the cops.
>5th, this is the fastest you've brought it up to on the city streets climbing to 110 and still going.
>Can't out run a V8, buy you might just out maneuver it.
>Think
>A road with a few more curves.
>Got it!
>You cut through an alley way and head to the highway.
>Hope that the distance is short enough for them to not catch up.
>You get on and get off the next exit, luckily the exit is a round about.
"I hope you're done having fun because we'll never get away with what you're doing!" you shout at Aria.

>Aria climbs back in
>"Fine, if I can't piss off the cops, maybe I can do this."
>She opens up her jacket revealing a lavender bra
>She then takes her bra off, exposing her perky tits.
>Shit, talk about distracted driving, those tits are cute as fuck.
>"Why don't you play with these instead of that little knob." she coos as she takes your hand and plants it on her soft mound of flesh.
>Your face goes hot
"Uh....damn..."
>"What? Not enough fun for you? Maybe this will do."
>Aria undoes the button and zipper of your jeans and fishes out your boner from your boxer.
>Sweet relief, Anon Jr. finally has freedom and air.
>"Oh? You're a bit thick, stud."
"Uh..."
>"Oh, just shut up and drive." she plants a kiss on your head and stuff you inside her mouth.
>The makes you twitch a bit inside her mouth.
>"MMffph"
>She lets up with a "POP" and licks you up from the base of your cock.
>This is craziest and hottest situation you've got caught up in.
>Twi was a freaky girl, but this hottie is something else.
>She swirls her tongue around your tip as she jerks you hard.
>Her hands are like clouds around you, heavenly.
>You groan, the adrenaline from running from 5-0 and testosterone is a sensational mix.
>Maybe she would like this.
>You push down on her head and thrust into her mouth.
>"Mmmph!" Aria responds before she gags with you still in her mouth.
>Boy you miss throat vibrations...Twilight was fond of moaning on you when blowing you...
>Fuck, this is now, Twi is history, Aria is the present of the present.
>You let up and let Aria catch some air.
>"I see you have an animal." she smiles as she wipes a bit of spit from her mouth.
"You could say that" you reply.
>You hit a residential area, this specific area was your old stomping grounds before you ran over that cat. Too bad you're a dog person.