*Everyone in this story is 18 or older*
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There's no greater thrill than a rollercoaster. The rush from the speed and threat of danger electrifies my body like nothing else. They make every inch of me come alive and I didn't think the feeling could get better until my job at Six Flags. I just graduated from hell school and it was the summer before my parents shipped me off to Chicago for college. They felt I needed to get off my ass and get a job to learn some responsibility. Fuckin' bullshit. I graduated with a class rank of #2, just under the valedictorian. The only difference is I got to my spot without fucking all my teachers like she did.
Nevertheless, at 18, I still have to learn some "great lesson" in responsibility through menial employment according to my parents, who I see like once a week between their several business trips. With all the cash my parents have, I could just barricade myself in my room, lie around, and finger myself to hentai all day. Anyway, all the jobs I could get only paid minimum wage and didn't require a person with a whole brain.
Since my choices were pretty limited, I picked what seemed like fun, Six Flags. I always liked going to Six Flags every summer just for the rides. I dreaded the golden Californian sunset even though it was so beautiful. It meant I had to go back home to the monotony of the suburbs. The suburbs full of a John Smiths grilling mutilated cows on their astro turf lawns surrounded by white picket fences was my home, and I hated it. It was a community built around white America and all the money grubbing, misogynism, gossip, and blind following that accompanies it.
My parents fit the bill all except for their skin color. They were black, but you'd never know if you were blind. They both come from "humble beginnings", or what I figured meant where the rest of my family is, Los Angeles. When I went to work, I was glad to get away from the constant bullshit of my parents over compensating in whiteness to make of for their ethnicity. As soon as I got to work, I went to the bathroom. Not to shit or anything, but to look into the mirror.
I stared at my decorated my face. My silver nose stud reflected the pale bathroom light. My caramel skin glistened with sweat from the heat even though it was morning. It was hot, but I was too vain to put my dreads in a ponytail. I just let them hang down to my back. I loved the way my blond locks looked in my face, protecting me from the world. I moved my hair out of the way to look into my light blue eyes. Everyday, I look at myself to find my beauty, as if I lose it every night. I guess it makes me feel confident in myself in opposition to the rest of the world.
Everyday in high school, I was ridiculed for being skinny and weird. All the other girls grew titties and hips pretty damn fast while my ass and my chest could be used as a level. It started my freshmen year, and that's all I'd hear everyday. From white kids, black kids, and "other" kids.
I would come home angry, and rap just could anything for me. I listened to rock to let out some aggression, but as time went on, I progressed into the most brutal of death metal. As time went on, I evolved into tattoos, piercings, dreadlocks, and music. I fell in with the outcasts of the school and I knew them pretty well. The valedictorian, Jane, conquered the popular groups and I ruled the dark side. I knew the nerds, Goths, punks, gays, stoners, skaters, and everyone else.
After sophomore year, Jane's followers didn't like me, but knew not to fuck with me since I had the "degenerates" in the palm of my hand. But after graduation, I knew it was all over. They were my associates, not my friends. With nobody to back me on the dark side of the moon, I needed to empower myself by finding the beauty in myself. I became self sufficient.
As I walked out, wearing my extra tight Six Flags tee that barely covered my b cups and tight short shorts, I felt a rush already. It also makes me excited to have men lust for my big ass and delicate figure but also be too intimidated to talk to me because of my rough exterior. Looks are easy, but no man was brave enough to speak to the goddess. I walked with a power bounce staring ahead and ignoring the lingering eyes piercing into my skin. I walked to my booth, relieving the fat old fuck who can't keep his eyes above my chest when we talk. I operated the Slingshot, a ride that takes you 1200 feet in the air and drops.
You would think it would be simple to work, but this fat piece of shit always fucks up by letting small children on, keeping the ride going for too long, and other things that could get the park in a lawsuit. I was glad to get under the shaded booth and let my mind wander. The sea of people was non existent as I watched the people on the ride. I stared at their terror filled faces, longing to feel the same way when my break came and I could ride. When it did come time, I couldn't get as excited about it because I rode it everyday for about 3 weeks. I sighed, with discontent,
It was mid afternoon, when the day walkers would go home and the second wave of people came in. Things got interesting when it got dark. I had to kick several drunken people out of line and I got flashed constantly my hairy old men. This was the time when less people would ride the Slingshot, and I had it all to myself while. I would preset how long I wanted to ride and get on against procedure, of course. I was starting to doze off, so I set the ride to run for 30 seconds. I figured I'd try and wake myself up before I fall totally asleep. As soon as I got everything ready, I turned around came face to face with some guy.
His long skinny face protruded down from his long thick dreads. I could only see his nose, expressionless mouth, and shaved chin hair and chocolate skin. I was taken aback by him since I've never had a boy come this close to me. After an awkward pause, I pushed him back as hard as I could, feeling threatened as there were a lot of freaks out at this time. He grunted a little, but it didn't move him much. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" I said with conviction, waiting for him to cower. He stood tall looking at me blankly and silently, with his dreads still covering his eyes. I swiftly looked at all of him. He was wearing black combat boots laced to the top, grey skinny jeans, and a tight black Anthirium tee. He had a lean build and he was around my height of 6 feet. I don't know if it was him or the chilly night air, but my nipples got really hard. Coming out of my analytical coma, I quickly snapped at him, "Are you here to ride or stand around like a fucking creep?" No answer.
"Look, if you don't say something I'm gonna have to call security." He moved swiftly towards me and put his body against mine, my hard nipples jutting against his solid pecs. He leaned in close to my ear and said, "Something." His deep gravely voice penetrated my ear so sensuously my vag started to drip from the vibrations on my ear drum. Nothing gets me wetter than a man who sounds like Solid Snake.
"Excuse me for being a bit primitive and rather brash, but I need you. I have to taste what a godess among men has to offer. Bringing you to the peak of both your and my night is all my mind has the ability to will. Give me your body, and I will give you bliss."
I stood standing engulfed in his spell. His words sprinted through my mind, infecting it with all sorts of lusty thoughts. All I could do was stare into space as I was taken aback by this spontaneous wave of sexuality. Then suddenly, he backed up with his hands on my shoulders and made eye contact with me for the first time. He had beautifully shaped eyes like a jaguar and deep dark eyes that stared intensely into mine. I could feel his dark energy surrounding me.
