Dirty One Shots Novels & Stories

The door magically opens… A slim full-breasted Hispanic woman dressed only in a bikini that looks like twisted shoelaces is seen kneeling on the floor, the chips still in her hand. As Rube closes the door, the half-naked female starts to unzip his pants. He lets her take out his limp, almost bloodless organ from his briefs while he answers the insistent caller. ”WHAT THE FUCK, MAN! I am in the middle of a winning streak right now!” ”We have a problem… And it’s gonna cost you ten times your winnings if you don't deal with it,” says the man on the other line.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

After some hours, Ashlyn felt her head heavy as she opened her eyes. She glanced at her surroundings but became shocked because it was not her home. She touched her head as she recalled that she got off her car and helped Zayn to get off, but as she was about to turn, someone sprayed something on her face and then went blank. She instantly sat up to run, but as she sat up, the blanket fell from her upper body and she felt naked. Her mouth opened as her eyes did. She instantly held the duvet and covered herself. Ashlyn stood up on her feet to run when she heard the noise of the door opening. She turned towards the source and found Kyle standing beside the door with only a towel around his low

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.

Ethan dives towards me as a bullet rings through the air and the glass in the living room shatters. A disgruntled sound escapes my lips as my body hits the ground. My head comes in contact with the ground and I blacked out.

Cindi ordered. It’s just shots, I’ve done them before. I’m not a helpless half-human anymore. I’m a force to be reckoned with, I hoped. The bartender brought thirty shot glasses and lined them up on the counter. The excessive shots drew a crowd around us. Cindi stepped up first and took shot after shot while the crowd cheered her on. Ten shots of vodka finished in a minute flat, and she didn’t look like she needed the toilet. My jaw hung open. Emmie stepped up next, practically throwing me out of the way.

Thankfully, as he sat, the table hid his crotch from sight so Danielle got a visual break. She poured them each a two-ounce "shot" and explained, "It's not really a sipping drink, it just depends on how much is in the glass. You would normally drink it in one or two gulps." Danielle demonstrated. Her tits shook as she tossed back the cold drink. She swallowed and made a satisfying "ah" sound. "I think I can handle that!" Richard mirrored her, throwing back the shot and gulping loudly. He gazed at the empty glass, then nodded and pushed his empty glass toward the nearly full pitcher for another.

he grinned, “tell the truth- if you have a mate or partner, take a shot. If you don’t, no drink for the singletons!” Damn it Daniel! With Alessio’ glaring eyes on me, I had no choice but to pick up the glass from the table. My fingers shivered as I avoided the other pair of burning eyes on me that were of Neil, and drink the shot. Lara, Alessio, Daniel, and the man sitting across Alessio also drank the shot. The only one who did not drink… was Neil. And boy, it would be a fucking understatement if I said he looked pissed out of his damn mind.

Yes, I’ve heard of Dominic and Yhannie from Lance himself but that’s not going to cut it. To be quite honest, I have done body shots before and it’s very intimate and sinful in a different type of way. I clearly don’t have the intention to pass on the body shot but I’m pretty shy to do it partly because I don’t think Lance would agree to it. He seemed like he doesn’t have a say to anything but I could read his mind. I have done body shots a few times before and it was fun and intimate and very sticky too, but I’ve never felt this shy to do it right in front of a lot of strangers wearing pink headbands with an elongated sausage on top of it.

Chapter 2- Shot! shot! Shot! shot! Shot! shot! *Natalia* I may be a little buzzed but I needed this I needed to forget that I was going to be a married woman by Friday to one of the most feared, ruthless leader in the mafia world. I go to the bar and order some more tequila knowing I was going to feel this in the morning I didn't give a shit my life was ending. the bar tinder sits out six shot glasses then fills them up nova comes swaying towards me and holds the counter for balance.