Dirty One Shots Novels & Stories

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“Okay, listen, people. I have thought of one, and we call this getting to know each other.” Dylan moved slightly away from her, furrowed his forehead, and laughed. She hit him in the arm and scoffed at him. “This is an adult game,” She laughed at her words. “I was just kidding, but this game is called One Shot, One Secret, One Truth.” “I don’t like this game,” I shook my head and stood up, but Sky grabbed my wrist and pulled me down gently. I did not fight him and sat again. “You haven’t heard it yet,” Anya uttered. “We will have one shot, then we have to tell one secret, one truth, or any order we like, but the rule is ‘NO’ follow-up questions. Fair enough?”

I Need Your Cock (1) Abby's POV The music from the club boomed as I pushed open the door to the VIP bathroom. My head was spinning from too many shots of tequila and my short silver dress was riding up my thighs with every unsteady step I took. I rarely let loose like this, but tonight I needed to forget the stress of my dead-end job and the string of disappointing dates. The music, the lights and the anonymous crowd all made me feel alive and reckless.

Only God knows what he’s doing. Richie has that serious expression on his face so I can tell that he’s doing something very Important. I turned my gaze to the dance floor, it is packed with a lot of people but my attention was only on the group of girls that were dancing with a drunk man who is wearing nothing but really tight white transparent underwear that shows the shape and size of his dick. God! That is something I can’t un-look. In a minute the bartender comes back with twenty shots, I immediately gulp five shots and John and Alice did the same. Richie is still on phone and not for a single minute did he take his eyes off his phone.

I muttered when I saw a couple at the end of the room hungrily eating each other faces. Suddenly someone nudged me, making me stumble forward as they went past me. “Patience. Patience Char, you'll be out of here before you know it.” I assured myself as I made my way to the bar. “Two shots of tequila, please,” I said to the bartender who just nodded before making his way to the shelf. “Hey, damsel.” Beside me stood a silver-haired guy who was dressed in a suit which I found wired in this kind of setting.

Alessandro didn't wait for a reply from me before he opened the door and disappeared behind, the strong stench of blood hitting me full force in the two seconds that the door was opened. As advised, I went back to my friends, telling them I got lost when they asked why I took long. I found myself taking shots after shots, trying to get Alessandro out of my mind and the way he looked at me. My friends tried to stop me, but Spencer assured them that I needed it for this one night. I'd kill him the next day for that though. No one liked waking up with a hangover. I drank and danced and drank and danced, and I was pretty sure I did more drinking than dancing, which was what influenced my bad dec

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

The thumbnail drew his attention so he clicked on it to view it. Her pussy came into view with her red G-string panties shifted to her bikini line. Connor had no idea how that happened but her pussy was dripping wet. She subsequently brought a finger to her clit and started rubbing it in slow motion. She did that for a couple of seconds after which she moved her finger a bit and deeped it into her pussy. The video ended. Exiting the message board, Connot rose to his feet and stormed out of the office. The moment Cynthia saw him burst out of his office, She jumped to her feet. "Where the hell is Alicia's office?"

Not the real me. “Something says me he’s not going to make it through the first three shots, let alone the twenty-one he wants to do,” Phil laughs, wiping up a spilled drink from the wooden surface of the bar. “People still try that?” I ask. Phil nods. “They do. We’d cut them off before they get close, but I’ve never seen anyone get past four shots in a row like that.” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t pretty.” I wrinkle my nose. “I actually never thought about that before. You probably have your fair share of vomit to clean up.”

Five years ago, I finally had my father’s killer at gunpoint—only for my husband, Don Salvatore Rizzo, to pull the killer’s daughter into his arms. "Julia, don't kill her. She had nothing to do with our fathers' feud." My grip tightened on the gun. "Do you know my parents were tied to stones and dumped into the sea because of one lie she told?" Salvatore sighed and pressed down on my wrist. "Darling, calm down. Caterina is just an innocent girl. She was forced into it." To keep me from killing Caterina, he insisted on bringing her into the Rizzo Family. From then on, there was nothing left between us but hatred. Whenever I held a knife to Caterina's throat, Salvatore aimed a gun at my back.