5 Nights At Chuck E Cheese's Novels & Stories

The pile in front of him was almost gone, and the guys were raking it in. “Another hand,” Dad slurred, tossing his last chips in. “I’m getting it all back this time.” Mike raised an eyebrow, lighting another cigar. “You sure about that, Mark? You’re down almost two grand tonight. Maybe call it.” “Nah, fuck that,” Dad said, waving his hand. “One more. Big one. I’ll even sweeten the pot.” He laughed like it was the funniest shi in the world. “Tell you what — if I lose this hand, Emma here keeps you boys company for the rest of the night. Serves drinks, sits on laps, whatever you want. Sound fair?”

"I was also contacted by the local volunteer fire company, of all organizations. They're having a casino night fund raiser on the first Saturday evening in November and asked if about a dozen or so seniors would be willing to serve as waiters and waitresses for the event. They will be serving alcohol, so they want the seniors to be eighteen years of age, and you will NOT drink any alcohol. It's a very low budget effort, but they want the patrons to get the feel of Vegas or Atlantic City right here in our town. In lieu of a big stage production, they asked if you two would do a few dances on a small, raised platform. Again, it's a really good way to network with people, and the fire departmen

It was supposed to be classier than the places down on Fifth Street. It wasn't. But it paid two hundred dollars a night, and that was exactly enough to cover Lila's medications for the week. So I smiled like my life depended on it, because in a way, it did and I danced. "Come on, baby! Get closer!" Mr. Hendricks. Regular customer, always sat front and center, always too drunk by ten o'clock. His meaty hand reached up and grabbed my ankle, his grip slippery with sweat and beer. I jerked my leg back. "Don't touch."

Carter complained. “Boys!” Rachel reprimanded. I laughed. I sometimes saw Adam and Carter as a comedic duo. “Just kidding. Cheers, Mom.” Adam embraced and kissed his mother’s forehead, then turned to face everybody. “Alright! There will be a dance until before midnight. Feel free to dig into the buffet and the bar. You’ll also love the fondue. Make sure to try it.” He gestured to the chocolate fondue fountain on the buffet table. “We hope that you stay with us and enjoy the rest of the night…”

Chapter 1 – Poker Night The house smelled like cigar smoke and whiskey before the cards were even dealt. Sarah leaned against the kitchen doorway in her tiny sleep shorts and cropped hoodie, arms crossed under her chest, watching the two men set up at the dining table. Poker night was a monthly ritual—her stepdad Charles and his best friend David had been doing it since she was in high school. Back then she’d hide upstairs with headphones, pretending the low laughter and clink of chips didn’t exist.

Chen knew she was having sex with women, including me and Lisa. "Twelve chips," Chen answered right back. He had chips from more than one other person. "Thirteen," Sam responded. At the very least, he had the chips of himself and two slaves. He could go to fifteen for sure. "Fourteen," Chen said. There was silence. No one else was bidding. "Fourteen chips or the equivalent of $280 to enjoy the services of this slave for one night. Going once, going twice..."

And what she felt about it was it sounded boring and lame. Derek chuckled. “I don’t expect you to come to the actual meetings, darling. Or be there for the whole five days. I was thinking you could join me on Friday. The retreat will end Friday at five. My secretary just booked the room till Sunday. I had asked her to because I wanted to check out the night life in Washington. See if there are any good ideas I can pick up at the restaurants, clubs, and bars here.” Chelsea had forgotten he also owned a few restaurants in New York and Jersey. She didn’t know what they were called or exactly where they were. He had just mentioned them in passing once or twice.

I watched as he accepted five … yes five pizza boxes and a couple small bags. “I got the wings you like mom,” Chase shouted, a big smile on his face. With that, she practically jumped out of the car. When we got back in the house I realized we’d been in the car for 45 minutes, yet it hardly seemed that long. “I’ll bail just as soon as the cop comes by,” Goldie said, as got some drinks out of the fridge. “No rush. I appreciate it,” I said, as we moved to the dining room.

Sandy was shooed under the table waiting for the game to start. "It's a hundred dollar buy in, Dan," Chen explained, shuffling the cards. "It's all the money you get. You go bust, you're out. The slave auction after is only with the chips you still have. Dealer names the game. We tend to go with shorter games now like five card draw and stud to get to the cock sucking faster, but it's definitely your choice when you have the deal. We don't play games like high or low Chicago because there's no way to split the cock sucking in a fair and equitable manner. Any questions?"

she began. “Oh God, please make it stop!” Abigail cried out dramatically. Isabel chuckled and hugged me. “Cheer up already.” Summer skipped in. “What are we so happy about?” Cher asked. “Game night's tonight and I signed you all up” Summer announced. “Heh?” Abby asked. “Nope. I'm out” Charisma said and left before any of us could stop her. “Family room, tonight at 6 o'clock sharp! Bring your own snacks” Summer sighed.