5 Nights At Chuck E Cheese's Novels & Stories

Jason says with a resigned shrug. Chuck returns to the table and reports, “Good news, Mike’s free. His place is just a ten-minute drive from here. I paid our tab, so let’s get cruisin’.” Not entirely surprising to match his faux-mafia persona, Chuck drives a black Mercedes Benz. At least it makes for a comfortable ride through the outer slums of Las Vegas.

“You’re actually wild tonight. Okay, truth or dare time. Real stakes.” We had played this game a hundred times, but tonight felt different. The energy was charged. Lena smirked. “I dare you to go to Club Eclipse tonight. The back rooms. And take at least six cocks. If you do it, we pay your rent for the next three months. If you chicken out… you pay for our Miami trip.” The table fell silent. My heart pounded. Six cocks. In one night. In a club where people actually did that kind of thing.

"Gentlemen, thank you so much for attending the 5th anniversary of this casino. You've been part of our remarkable journey through the years. Thank you so much for patronizing our casino above the others. We appreciate your loyalty and support. Rest assured that we will continue to give you the same comfort and relaxing environment to unwind for the years to come... He paused momentarily, then continued, "This place is your home away from home, and thank you all for choosing us as your prime casino destination. On this special day, we have prepared an orgy for you. One unforgettable night with sexy and beautiful women. In this room, you can play your fantasy out, fulfill your wild imaginatio

Chey calls Pam. “Hey Pam, it's Chey. I was calling to see if you guys wanted to go out with us tonight?” Chey asked. “Yeah that sounds great. What time?” Pam said. “How’s 8pm sound?” Chey asked. “We’ll meet you there at 8pm.” Pam responded. “They’ll meet us there at 8pm.” Chey told Matt. “Great, now whatever will we do with ourselves for the next 5 or 6 hours?” Matt said.

her mother insisted. As she nibbled at her lip, Veronica looked to the guy to her left, and she couldn't help tittering when she saw his big, pleading smile. "But we have a two-night thing on the 29th and 30th." She winced at the hopeful look on her mother's face. Her mother drank her tea and did an eye roll, making both her and Kyle chuckle. "I'm sorry. Maybe next year." "Fine."

Mom and Dad had even hired a nutritionist with a monthly salary of 7,500 dollars just to manage my health. In addition, the ingredients used in my meals were shipped directly from their place of origin every day. Just the fuel cost alone for the private jet's round trip amounted to over 1,500 dollars. That wasn't even counting the specially sourced seasonal vegetables and fresh meat. That five dollars she offered didn't even cover a fraction of the cost, yet she talked as if she were being incredibly generous. She then played the victim and tried to age-shame me just because she couldn't take advantage of me.

The games weren't even supposed to start until 10 pm. As the night went on, the club filled up pretty fast, and by 10 pm we were packed. I had already made $150 just in tips. I loved private party nights. The first game was basically a digital version of rolling a pair of sex dice. One dice had a sex act: lick, kiss, bite, suck, etc. the other had various parts of the male body: ass, cock, balls, mouth, tongue, nipple, etc. The player just pushed the "roll" button and everyone got to see the results on the big screen on the side wall. The first guy rolled lick and nipple. Everyone cheered and he looked around and chose one of the main-stage dancers, Rick.

the sheriff said. “Oh, you don’t know. Tonight is Garvey’s Annual Wet Nightie Contest. Which means we charge $35 per person at the door tonight,” Lance said. The sheriff’s eyebrows shot up. “What?” Nick exclaimed. That was way too much to see wet titties in his opinion. “Don’t mind him,” Goldman interjected. He was practically salivating. “Surely, you wouldn’t charge me and my friends $35 a piece,” the sheriff hinted. “No, I guess not. I guess Jackie will be okay with it,” Lance said. “Hey, Vince, give these guys a bracelet.”

They lowered the rooms to $50 a night and the cover charge to $10 for singles and $20 for couples. Jesse shared his joy about having Marty out of his hair by bringing in three gallons of free moonshine. The waitresses passed it out to the customers in shot glasses. Jackie had to pull Barbara from the hotel front desk to help Daniel in the kitchen. They were so busy that they ran out of burgers, wings, and nachos by ten o’clock. Jodi bounced behind the bar and swung her arm around her sister’s shoulders. “Isn’t this great? This is the biggest crowd we have ever had - even during Mom and Dad’s day.”

We’ve had this reservation every Thursday night for the last 15 years. Yeah. We’re old. “Alright, what’re we playing tonight?” Hakeem asks, pulling the deck out of the box and giving it a shuffle. Tomas groans. “Can’t do much thinking tonight. Five Card Draw, no wilds?” Hakeem nods, pulling out the jokers while Gael passes out chips. $20 each to start. We usually make it through ten rounds, depending on how much shit-talking we get into.