Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

NOT EDITED I looked at the stack of bedsheets, ready for me. I sighed in frustration and set it down on the laundry basket. Focusing on this white bedsheet felt like a real struggle, especially when the stain wouldn’t come out easily. “I should have done this earlier,” I gasped as soon as an idea struck me. I saw a bottle of bleach in the corner. They are gazing at me, anticipating my arrival. I looked at my fingers, offering them my apologies. They don’t deserve what I went through. I took the bottle of bleach and poured it into the washing machine without a second thought.

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Isn't that ironic? Meanwhile, Blair walked to the sink beside me and carefully washed her hands. Her pale skin looked whiter than it did in the commercials, though I couldn't tell if that was due to good genes, makeup, or the pale light from the overhead light. Really, public bathrooms always have horrible lighting.

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

he informs me as I unlock the door. Once I am in the hallway, I run to my personal bathroom, and still wearing the clothes, I turn on the water. Under the sink, I have a bottle of bleach, and I pour as much as I can over myself. If I could, I would drink it as well. After I use the entire bottle of bleach, I remove my clothes and use what I have left of my soap to wash my hair. I even used it to clean my mouth again. I don’t know what I would do without Safia. She always blocks all the worst parts of my abuse for me.

Where you can see a blurry form but not everything. I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and grab my purple loofa when I hear someone walk in. I close the Winter Candy Apple soap from Bath and Body Works and quietly set it down. "Hello?" "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut!" The voice snaps back. Leon. "Get the hell out!" I exclaim and stop washing my body.

"As long as I can have chemicals to clean it, then I will do that." All laughter stopped behind me. Were they as surprised as I was? The Amatucci family was powerful, moneyed, and very well respected. That their only daughter would clean the bathroom? Maybe I'd been doing this for too long, but that, more than anything else, seemed the most suspect of her actions. "No bleach," I said. She shrugged. "Fine. Soap and water, if you have hot enough water, should do fine." I nodded. "Agreed. Give me the knife."

I start scrubbing at the carpet with ferocity. “Just like you,” he counters, and then he lets out a low, guttural groan that makes my stomach do a weird little flip despite the fact that I am currently elbow-deep in a cleaning disaster. I finished the job and stood up. I didn’t look back as I hauled the bag of trash toward the door because if I see one more inch of his bare butt, I am going to lose my mind. I’ll need a very strong bleach with a high concentration of acid to clean out the live p**n image from my head.

“Go on, darling. I’ll clean this up.” He leaned over his desk to pull out a container of wipes. I glared at him. “I thought you said you didn’t have wipes.” He laughed and turned the tube around. “I mean if you want to clean your vagina with bleach, be my guest.” He held out a wipe to me. “Here you go.” I pulled my shirt and bra up to flash him my breasts. “Asshole, now you can’t touch these.”

I taste the bile rising in my throat and hurry to the bathroom where I let the contents of my stomach flow into the toilet. The smell and look of my puke makes me sicker and I continue gagging myself half to death. Flushing the toilet, I get up and strip before hopping into a cold shower. The low temperature instantly wakes me up and the headache slowly disappears. I turn the water off and get out before wrapping myself in a navy blue towel. I throw my hair into a ponytail before walking back into the room to get dressed. My outfit today consist of grey and white sports tights and a grey sports bra.