Dirty Laundry Song Novels & Stories

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

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"Not so fast bub. There'll be some rules, and we'll have to see if she'll agree, but I think we've crossed a line that it's awfully hard to go back to." JT and I cleaned up after breakfast, while the girls took care of their personal hygiene. After a shower and a very close shave, at the insistence of Dawn in particular, we all felt 100% better, more rested, and ready for a little more action. With new sheets on the bed, and the washer running merrily away, we laid down together, and I had Dawn's T-shirt off before you could say Bob's your uncle. A little heavy necking, and some wonderful oral attention, had JT and I ready and raring to go.

“Joke’s on you. We’re going to win. And when we do, these boys are taking off their clothes and skinny-dipping with us while you clean our dirty clothes with your tongue.” My brows lifted. “You’ve been watching too much reality TV.” “I have this crazy feeling one thing’s going to lead to another and I’m gonna get that hockey boy money.” “Sure, Molly,” I said, flashing a cold smile. “Keep those dreams alive. Meanwhile, I’ll be living in the real world where your team of girly girls has no shot at beating a professional hockey team.” Something flickered behind her smug mask. A tremor. A flash of what if I’ve messed up.

I feel him pulse inside me, feel the heat spreading, feel myself impossibly turned on by the wrongness of it all. When he pulls out, I’m overflowing. Two loads dripping from my pussy, soaking into the old couch cushions. “We should clean up,” Ryan says. "Anyone want cake?" Aunt Carol’s voice drifts down. ”Last call!" I start laughing. Then they’re laughing too – three people who just did something unspeakable, trying not to get caught, covered in evidence. We clean up in the basement bathroom. I fix my dress, check my makeup, try to look like I didn’t just get fucked senseless by two step-relatives.

Tonight will be the last night I will cry over my life, letting the tears fall freely. Feeling exhausted, I start washing myself, scrubbing away all the dried blood. Climbing out I wrap myself with the towel. I quickly started washing my dirty clothes in the sink, hanging them over the shower door to dry. I climbed into the bed with the towel wrapped around me. Quickly falling asleep.

“My time’s up loves, but let’s get filthy before I go, shall we?” This time, the crowd doesn’t cheer as loud, but that’s because I had just put on a filthy song for them to dance to. I’m sure by now everyone has a partner they’re grinding on to and I take their distraction as my cue to gather my shit and get ready to leave.

I ran the tap and squirted some soap onto the fabric, watching as the water turned pink. "Stupid top," I grumbled, scrubbing at the stain. "Stupid Madison and her stupid drink." The silk felt delicate under my fingers, already showing signs of damage from my rough handling. After a few minutes, I gave up and hung it over the shower rod to dry. Maybe the dry cleaner could salvage it. "Another casualty of the Carter drama," I muttered, padding barefoot to my bedroom.

A tiny smile formed in my lips as I reached for it. Seconds later, I got up from the tiled floor and placed the cd at the top of the dvd to set it up. After a few minutes of plugging different plugs, I finally placed the cd inside the dvd. The song that contains a few song which were all depressing for me because of what I am going through begins playing in momentarily; starting with the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost" sang by Sasha Sloan. Yelling at the sky Screaming at the world Baby, why'd you go away?