Bottom Scaramouche Novels & Stories

“Oh, my god. You did something scandalous, didn’t you?” Scott laughs, shaking his head. “Relax, drama queen. I had a couple of drinks at the hotel bar, ate way too much room service on Damien’s tab, and went to bed early.” McKenzy huffs in disappointment. “Well, that’s boring.” Scott grins wider. “But the game was amazing. Best one I’ve ever been to.” She turns to Tomas, who has been smiling quietly through the exchange. “What about you, professor? Anything scandalous?”

The blade pointed directly towards us. She looked young—around my age. Despite her appearance being pale and skinny, her beauty was unmatched. Her dark hair was tied back loosely, and the faint scar on her neck was revealing. The moment she saw us, the bowl of apples along with the knife slipped from her hands. Her eyes stared widely at me as if she had seen a ghost. I froze on the spot, unsure of what to say or do. “You clumsy little…” Mike’s hands went up and about to strike, but stopped mid air; he looked at me and smiled.

This was just a normal dinner with a lonely businessman who'd been foolish enough to fall for my scam. In an hour, I'd walk out of here, cash the check, and disappear forever. But with the way he was staring at me right now, it was like Damien Romanov had no intention of letting me walk out at all. Dessert arrived. Some elaborate confection involving gold leaf and raspberry coulis. But I barely tasted it. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to leave. To take the money and run. But silly me stood still. Damien was watching me with those ice-blue eyes, and something about his gaze made it impossible to move. Like a rabbit frozen in the sight of a wolf.

SCOTT I had so missed my slaves, having to wait until the end of the poker game was pure torture. When I finally had them alone, I didn't know who to fuck first. I wanted them all. So I did. I lined them all up on the side of the bed, standing, bent over, with their feet apart and juicy cunts winking at me. I took the first one on the left, who happened to be Lisa and stabbed her cunt with my stiff prick until she climaxed, moved down to Julia and did the same to her, topping it off with Rhonda, our ebon goddess. I'd cum often enough tonight I still wasn't ready to release, so I moved down to the other end and started all over again.

“‘Twas an alright catch. I got the clock for 30 dollars and I sold it away for 450 dollars. 410 bucks in profit, man. Why deal drugs when you can make more like this?” “Damn. That’s our Scaramucci right there—who the f*ck would even expect anything less?” Dawg said quickly and launched into flattery mode straight away. “Has anyone around this part of town not heard of Scaramucci, the famous, the great…The baron, marquis, lord, and, uh, duke of antiques!”

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

"You don't understand how so many sellers take advantage of people these days. If this bean weren't smart, she'd get scammed too." She pulled out her phone and shoved it in my face. On the screen, a video showed a carton of strawberries bursting open for no apparent reason. Their inner flesh was pitch-black with a sticky, slimy liquid oozing out, and they looked completely rotten. I was so speechless that I almost laughed, but I managed to hold it in and keep a straight face. "Doesn't it look realistic? The platform's customer service will definitely approve the refund request the second they see this," Laurel added.

He whipped around to glare at me, his eyes filled with disgust and impatience. "Layla, what kind of garbage is this? You can't even make a simple mousse properly!" he snapped. "And look at the pathetic state you're in. You're coughing all over the place, and your face is covered in blotchy red patches. You look disgusting! Get out of here, and stop being such an eyesore to Audrey!" His harsh words felt like a jagged blade stabbing straight into my heart. Only then did Audrey smile, thoroughly satisfied by my misery.

Lucas’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low and steady, his eyes scanning the deck around us. “Guy’s a piece of work. You good to keep going? Scars is waiting.” I nodded, forcing my focus back into place. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” ***** I took a deep breath, smoothing down the crimson satin of my dress, and pushed the door open. Scars was sitting on a low velvet couch in the corner, a glass of scotch already in his hand. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down, exposing the heavy black ink wrapping around his forearms. When the door clicked shut behind me, he looked up.

“Okay, okay! I won't push you, please stop giving those puppy eyes! You know I can't say no to those! But when you don't wanna go to the party, at least come and see what I have brought for you.” “Only if you promise to think of an excuse and support me in this!” I replied as the hint of a smile appeared on my face. “Done! Now tell me what you want to have for dinner, so that I can prepare that in advance for you. And once again, stop touching your scars or it will cause pain.” ‘The scars present on my face are indeed painful, but not as much as the one that is present on my heart.’ Thinking this I stepped out and followed Katrine out of the room.