5 Nights At Chuck E Cheese's Novels & Stories

interrupts her father’s high-stakes poker night with his four filthy-rich, hung best friends, one drunken bet and a skimpy outfit later turns into a nonstop, no-holes-barred gangbang that leaves her dripping with their cum and begging for more. I pushed open the front door a little after eight, backpack slung over one shoulder, and the smell of cigars and beer hit me as I stepped in. Dad’s Friday poker night was already in full swing. The usual crew was around the dining table--Uncle Mike, Uncle Rick, Uncle Dave, and Uncle Paul—all mid-fifties, all married, all the kind of successful guys who’d known me since I was in pigtails and braces. They were loud, drunk already, chips clacking and car

It was a good music for a Thursday night but nobody was listening. Around ten o’clock the casino floor was shut, and anyone admitted inside had to present an invitation signed Gianni. The live band gave up on playing jazz nobody cared for. Big Elky Jennings dropped his welcome act the minute the doors were closed for the random punters and ordered a glass of whiskey. The rest of the gang lit cigarettes and just sat there looking bored.

My phone buzzes again. Zach: Hey Za-za. Yes, we’d love that. Let me know when and we’ll come back to see you. Got a bit of poker and whiskey night tonight with the guys. I’m spending the afternoon with my girl. They’re doing a pamper night while we’re round at Lincoln’s. Wish you could be with them. Xxx Me: I’d much rather be at the poker and whiskey night, to be honest. Zach: Hold the fuck up. You play poker and drink whiskey? You’re too fucking young for that.

Her blush deepened. After the third game, Cherish admitted she was tired and ready to go home. Glen didn't comment about the party girl wanting to call it a night at only eleven o'clock, but rather simply paid their tab and wished Jerry a goodnight. Besides, the night wasn't over yet, Glen thought, as he escorted her out to the car. Cherish still had to pay off her bet, and he was determined to take her all the way back to the time period she seemed to miss.

“I think Laurie is smart enough to know you stink at cards. Would you gentlemen like to join our weekly game?” Michael got a shitty grin. “I haven’t played for quite some time. It would be nice to play a hand or two.” “Then let’s all go to the other room and have an enjoyable evening.” Anthony knew how good his father was and couldn’t wait for them to lose some money. As the rest of them sat down Charley got the cards and the chips. “We play for nickels and dimes. This is a friendly game.” “Yeah, friendly for you because you win more than the rest of us.” Kody complained.

“It’s just . . . Mom, I thought you understood. That studio is everything I’ve ever wanted. And no one seems to believe in me at all.” Pinky dropped into a careful sit, picked up a paw and brandished his claws in my direction. “What do you mean?” “You know Dad has never supported me running the business. And now Dalton thinks it’s some kind of kiddie entertainment effort, like I should move the whole thing into that circus over on Spruce Avenue.” Mom’s spine straightened and she fixed me with a strange look. “The Chest R. Cheeses?” I was surprised Mom was even aware that such places existed. For my fifth birthday she’d planned a party in the garden with lawn bowling and finger sandwiches. Ki

“It looks like just 5 of us tonight since Grace got dragged into babysitting her niece and Evan was grounded for something he refuses to reveal and Eddie has to go to his father’s place this weekend. “ Chantelle informs. She always knows what is going on with everyone. The Nightingale Cafe is in a brick building much like many of the buildings in the area, however the inside has a warmth, with wooden tables and vintage velvet sofas and small stage with a single stool and a pair of microphones. The lighting is dim, but not so dark as to not be able to easily make out the features of those around us. Jace grabs us each a cappuccino and chocolate biscotti before we make our way towards Sidney a

The arcade light faded behind us Chuck and I stepped back onto the sidewalk, his pockets jingling with tickets he'd won. His entire face was glowing with a happiness that made the past hour completely worth it. "Can we come back next week?" He asked, practically bouncing with each step. "I'm so close to getting enough tickets for that Lego set. Did you see how I almost beat the high score on that racing game? Next time I'm totally going to-" "We can definitely come back, buddy." Jason smiled, running his hands through Chuck's auburn hair.

He chuckles as he looks at them, then says. “congratulation." “I won!” I leap into his arms and kiss him before turning back to the table and scooping up my chips. “Let’s go,” I say to Charles. “Now? Don’t you want to keep playing?” “No, let’s see what else is here.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “Okay, whatever you want.” He takes my hand and kisses me. I end up playing roulette, craps, and poker, losing another sixty thousand, although I won five thousand at poker. I am still a negative 95 thousand for the night.

The door closes and the electronic security locks slide into place. I look at the girls and as a group, they release their breath. The striking and tall black woman, who gave me the wink poolside, walks forward. "I'm Corinthia, the girls call me Cori. We've brought dice and score sheets for an all-night game of Zilch. You play?" "Zilch?" This is not what I expected. A movie or two, maybe. "It's a good way to kill time and win or lose a little money. It'll cost you about three bucks in quarters if you lose. If you win, you take home between ten and twenty. We're high rollers and take Zilch seriously." Her teeth flash in a genuine smile.