Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

“Shit. Hear that?” We went quiet. There was a faint noise outside like footsteps on the gravel. Ryker pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop and smirked. “We should clean up… let’s move this to the outdoor shower.” Rowan helped me up, hand firm on my lower back right above the plug. “Don’t lose that on the way, baby. We’re not finished with you yet.”

I looked around the house. It was clean. Actually clean… not just surface-wiped but deep-cleaned, the baseboards, the windows, the kitchen I could see through the archway gleaming under the afternoon light. It smelled like fresh linen and just faintly of wood polish, and someone had opened the windows before I arrived so the air was moving through. "It looks incredible," I said quietly, and I meant the house. "Zara wanted it to feel like home," Darius said. "She said you'd be tired when you got here. Said you should be able to walk in and just... breathe."

My heart missed a beat when he said that, and I looked at him as my eyes widened. "You should work on your thinking. It's too loud," He looked at me and winked, and I bit my lip as I turned my face away embarrassingly. 'I would prefer it in bed' Fuck! Those words replayed in my head, and my pussy twitched excitedly for fucking crazy reasons. He was turning me on with those dirty words. I couldn't help but imagine myself in a crazy position in bed with him. Save me! I think I'm going crazy. "Where exactly are we going?" The atmosphere was getting so intense that I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke the silence.

Chance Saturday. Peaceful day. Well... until I almost died fixing my curtains. "AND IIIIIIIIIII- " I sang The curtain rod slipped from my hand. "WILL ALWAYS LOVE- OH SHIT" I lost my balance immediately and fell straight off my bed with a painful thud. Silence. I stayed flat on the floor staring at my ceiling fan. "...Fantastic." The song kept playing loudly in the background while my back screamed at me. I hate cleaning. But I had to, seeing as mom picked up another double shift at the hospital today. Meaning I had the house to myself.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

She said. *********** Daniel and Sonia, as well as Valery were in the living room, seemingly having an argument. Suddenly, Valery threw a few shades of dirt at Sonia, in an attempt to initiate a fight, right in the presence of Daniel. Sonia flicked her clothes as if she wanted to get rid of the dirt from Valery and said calmly, "Miss Valery, calm down. You are pregnant right now. If you have a miscarriage, you will never be able to step foot in this world for the rest of your life."

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

He responded running towards my door in a hurry and then placing a kiss on my temple as he dashed out not wanting to get caught by his teacher from Dream High which I lied about. “Phew!” I exhaled holding on to my chest. I looked over to the couch to find my panties and other stuff littered all over the place. “Shit!!” I said as I had the living room cleared immediately, taking out the trash as well not wanting Robyn to see that I had gotten myself drunk last night. I ran up the stairs in a hurry to freshen as I had my bedroom cleaned as well taking off every traces of Ryan left behind even down to having my feminine perfume sprayed all over.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

But at least the clean pile is separate from the dirty, right? Going the extra mile today—because the house needs it, not because I’m distracting myself from thinking about Charlie—I strip my bed, put on fresh sheets and then dust and vacuum my room. I do the same to the guest room. There are two more bedrooms upstairs, but one is set up like a game room and the other is rather empty and is just used for storage. It was staged as a little girl’s room when this house was the model home for the neighborhood, and the walls are still a pale pink with an accent wall of polka-dot wallpaper.