Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

The pasta felt like wet cardboard in my mouth, and the very scent of the cafeteria the grease, the sweat, the perfume became nauseating. Without a word of reply to Elara's mounting hysteria, I pushed my chair back with a screeching scrape. I grabbed my tray, stood up with shaky legs, and marched toward the disposal station. Each step felt like a mile. I dumped the remains of my lunch into the trash with a heavy, final thud, the sound echoing my internal sense of waste. Everything about last night felt wasted now. The intimacy, the connection, the raw, beautiful honesty of it all of it had been a masquerade orchestrated by a boy born into a world of masks.

I watched her for a beat, the silence in the dining room stretching. I could practically hear the gears grinding in her head as she processed my words. Her mouth flew open, a small gasp escaping her lips. "Trash?" "Well, yeah," I said, my voice airy, almost bored. I took a slow, deliberate sip of my water. "Casmir was trash, and you dated him. I guess none of us are perfect, so I don’t judge you for falling for a lowlife like him. We all have our lapses in judgment, don't we?"

Angelo retorted back. How dare he? Cam had thought to herself. “Well, well, well… there you go defending your high class slut! And If this place is such trash as you say then why the fuck do you keep coming here, huh? Seems to me like it is just a case of like minds attracting each other … trash attracting trash, huh? Trash being lured by trash. Does that hurt your ego, big guy? Huh? Tell me?!” Cam shouted at Angelo.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

“This place has a strict no-trash policy. And that drink was to remind you that you don't belong here.” “Shame,” I replied coolly. My mind was a little calmer now, even though I knew none of them was leaving this place unscathed. “Looks like their policy isn't so strict if a trash bag like you slipped through.” The smirk on Julia’s face cracked. “You know,” she said with a mocking lilt, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “It’s cute that you think you’re glowing, growing, or something. What’s it called again—‘confidence’? But let’s be real here. We both know you’ve always been the pig in the room.”

A slop cart was parked right there, collecting kitchen waste from the neighborhood. The smell was something else entirely. However, I didn't have options. I clenched my teeth and climbed inside the barrel. I crouched in the dark and the stench and let the cart haul me, rocking and jolting, all the way out of town. 'Goodbye, my husband. 'Goodbye, Grand Chancellor.' - In the study, Jeremy worked through the last document and pressed his fingers to his temple. A small smile crossed his face as he set down his quill and got up, then headed toward the bedroom.

I smile just enough not to ruin the moment, but I don’t say anything, because the truth is different, because I don’t want to be her best friend, I never wanted to be just that, even if I’ve pretended for so long that it was enough. But I also didn’t have the guts to do anything when I should have, when I still had the chance, and now it’s too late, now the best girl I know is with an idiot. And there’s nothing I can do about it. ⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and

The neighbor next door, Craig Hooper, cried out, "Oh my god, who left something so expensive out here? I almost stepped on it. If I had broken any of this, I couldn't afford to pay for it!" Since I hadn't fully closed the door behind me, Craig pushed it open as he finished speaking. "Are those things outside yours?" I nodded. "Yes, Craig. I'll take them away in a moment." Craig sighed in relief. "Jeremiah, even if you're rich, you can't just leave things lying around like this. The aged whiskey, the truffles, and that diamond bracelet—none of them are cheap. By a rough estimate, you're already looking at well over a million dollars. How could you just leave them by the door?

She looked every bit the innocent college girl on the outside, but her eyes burned with filthy desperation. “On the bed, legs spread,” Clyde said, his voice rough. “Show us that greedy little hole that took us in.” She didn’t wait. She lay back and spread her thighs wide, exposing her already dripping pink cunt and asshole. Both brothers groaned at the sight. They weren’t fans of sharing women, but if it was their Zinnia, then they could break that rule. They climbed onto the bed, cocks hard and throbbing, ready to ruin her. Clyde claimed her mouth first, kissing her deep and filthy while Cedric latched onto her left tit… doing what he couldn't do in the basement.

Okay then, I guess it wasn't the usual college party. I quickly went into Cathy's room, took the quickest shower ever known to man, and put on the dress Blake got for me. It was a spaghetti strap silver satin dress that sat in the middle of my thighs. It had a low neckline and showed a bit of my breasts, but not so much to make it look slutty. It was the perfect combination of elegance and sexy and I was so rocking it. My makeup was quick and simple and I took another look at myself before stepping out of the room, the entire crowd wowing at the sight of me. I thought of it as them just being nice.