Pole Dancer

Prologue:

Every woman has a darkness to her. I happen to be Noiz’s. The darkness isn’t always so ugly. In fact, it can be a lovely escape for the goodie-goodie lives women live. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell is this? Well, I’ll tell you!

They call me Bad Noizchild. Bad Noiz for short. Guys, I am a sure-catch! Short black hair to my shoulders, chocolate all over, caramel eyes, slender, black kitty ears, black kitty tail, and 5’10”. I am a true catch. To sum it up, I look just like Noiz herself. Well, except for some minor details. I have big black wings and the Japanese character for fallen just above my breasts. But, I can fix that up easily. I can make my wings invisible and put make-up over my brand, and boom baby! You can’t tell Noiz and me apart.

But enough eye-candy, time for the real gems. Why should Noiz get all of the fun with Rob? I have needs too! And not just with that hot mousey! Oh no! Have to give Rob-kun a break at times. Let’s just I have many other “internets.” Some are one-time. Others last longer. Call this “Confessions of a Man-Eater” if you must. Brace yourselves! You just might not survive the heat storm. Maybe you will! *Wink*