Chopper Blushing Novels & Stories

I sigh in relief knowing she'll be good now. Finally I look down at Chloe, who is slowly blinking her eyes open at me. Her skin is now sparkling and clear of all blackness. The only red is from her blush. She gives me a sleepy little smile. "Kody?" she whispers, her voice is raspy and sexy as hell.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

she added, glancing back at me. Her eyes held mine for a fraction of a second before adding, “They just disappear.” And just like that, she was gone. I exhaled slowly, pushing myself off the wall. My arm still felt where she had grabbed me. I turned back to the sink, staring at my reflection. Then down at my hands still faintly green. I washed them again, slower this time. Then I dried them, straightened, and walked out. When I stepped back into the hall, the noise hit me again. My group was still gathered around the canvas, arguing over something that didn’t matter as much as it felt like it did.

Something in the way I blushed must have alerted her because Chloe said, out of the blue, "Mr. Bletchflap, are you a virgin?" I stuttered in embarrassment not knowing what to say. Brigitte laughed at my response or rather lack of it. "Oh this is fucking fantastic! Don't you and Miss Stricker ever do it? Are you waiting to get married? Oh I would love to see her face if she were to find out that we'd popped your cherry!"

The blonde looked both intimidated and thrilled to be manhandled by the smaller woman. "Have you seen how she dresses to ride? Look at all these brand patches plastered all over her wanton body! She's like a little corporate whore!" Charlize teased as she cupped and lifted Chloe's full tits from behind to jiggle the large 'Yamaha' embroidered patch across the front of her jacket almost forcing them to jostle free of their confines. Ice cream cone slipping from her numb fingers, Chloe squeaked and gasped at the rough handling of her breasts and being called a whore. Her face took on an amazingly bright pink tone.

Then they started checking out the women. Chopper was scanning the bar when his eyes saw a beautiful auburn haired woman in a dark red lacey dress. The sleeves rested on her upper arms leaving her shoulders bare. He thought finally he'd be able to have sex with someone without thinking about the hot doctor. He got up and walked over to her. There was some guy sitting beside her that she was obviously ignoring. He motioned for the guy to move. After the guy saw his motorcycle cut, he got up and left. Chopper sat down and turned his head to look at her.

“Right now, Chloe is my fiancée. As long as I’m around, I won’t allow anyone to hurt her!” Suddenly deprived of oxygen, I began to struggle out of instinct. With a loud rip, the front of my shirt was torn open. Right across my chest, a dense cluster of pus-filled blisters was oozing a foul, unspeakable stench. The crowd immediately covered their noses and gasped in shock. Seeing that, Greg’s grip loosened slightly, his eyes flickering with a dark, unreadable emotion. “You… What happened to you?” I bit my lip hard, desperately fighting back the tears in my eyes, forcing myself not to cry out loud.

Tears still streaked Chloe's face, but her lips twisted into something ugly. "Apologize? Why would I apologize? That doctor deserved to die!" She twisted the scalpel deeper into Mollie's chest. Blood splashed across her warped smile. [Holy crap! What the hell is happening??] [Chloe's the BOSS? Isn't she a player?] [Check the leaderboard! There are only three people left!] Chloe yanked the scalpel free and burst into crazed laughter.

They had finally broken through the storm. "Here! We're over here!" Danny yelled, waving his arms with all his might. The chopper slowly descended onto the helipad, its rotors kicking up snow that stung our faces like tiny blades. The side door slid open, and several fully-armed soldiers jumped out. Chloe immediately ran toward them. She smoothed her messy hair and instantly put on her sweet, innocent expression. "Officers, thank God you're here! I'm Chloe, the influencer. I have millions of followers. You have to save me first. I can pay you a lot..."