Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

“Sweep it for everything. Microphones, cameras, and especially… any ‘gifts’ my mother might have left. I want a clean perimeter by the time I finish my shower.” “Yes, Madam.” I turned and walked away, leaving the "Sculptor" and the "Puppet Master" to their games. I climbed the stairs to the west wing, the sound of the ocean growing louder and more violent with every step. When I reached my suite—a cavernous room of white marble and glass that hung over the cliffside—I locked the door and leaned against it, my breath coming in jagged, uneven pulls. I went to the vanity, my hands shaking as I reached for the silk ribbon to tie back my hair. But as I looked into the mirror, my heart stopped.

It read: "Go grocery shopping for unavailable items in the house. I'll deal with you if these items are not home by the time I get back from work" I sighed and searched for money or a credit card on the table. But she didn't leave any for me. How am I supposed to pay for these items? I screamed and walked away to my room feeling broken. I looked at the makeup items lying on my sofa. I started applying the foundation and at the same time, releasing a tear. Do you even understand my pain? I mean this is not a life!!! Yes, the scar was gone and that alone made me smile. I went on to apply nude lipstick since it matched my skin color. I had a caramel complexion but, on my back, it was a blend of

I asked, falling back onto my legs. “I didn’t put anything in it. I made it black, just the way you like it, same as always.” “It didn’t smell right,” I replied. “Hmm, I’ll check the expiration date.” He put his hand out and helped me up. I sniffed. “Ugh, this washroom smells awful. I need to clean it.” “Didn’t you just clean it the other day?” he asked, looking at me funny. “It definitely needs to be cleaned. I’m about to throw up again from how strong it smells.” I wrinkled my nose, pulling open the washroom cabinet door to get some bleach.

ALEXANDER "FUCK!" I quickly kick the doors of the bathroom open and find my way towards the toilet, kneeling before it and gripping the marble with every bit of remaining strength in my hands. My head hangs lower and closer to the toilet seat, disgusting me to the core, although I knew this was easier than letting myself go on the floor. I open my mouth and, in a second, colored liquid gushes out and into the drain, staining the white marble a loathsome scent and a foul hue. I heave again and the toilet is run with more of the revolting liquid, making me clench harder.

he pants, wrapping his arms around my body. “Me too” I murmured, taking deep breaths. Once my body calms down, and i can breathe again i push up from him. My shirt is covered in cum, and Axtons abs are too. “Want to shower? And maybe have another one…?” I ask, biting my bottom lip. He grins, sliding his hands beneath my thighs and standing up. “Absolutely I do” he says, as he makes his way to my connected bathroom, where we do indeed have another one. And maybe one more after that.

I looked around and saw a shower and a little bench at the corner of the bathroom with a toilet seat in the opposite corner. The maid scarlet Pulled me by arm in the shower. Suddenly cold water hit my body startling me. When I was entirely soaked in the water she turned off the water and made me sit on the bench in the shower. She put shampoo in my hair massaging my head and then washed the shampoo. Then she applied a white sticky-looking shampoo in my hairs but didn't rinse it. She then comes back with a shaver and a cream. She lifted my arms and applied the cream in my underarms. She is working like a robot.

I'm barely holding back right now, seeing her cute flushed cheeks will definitely make it worse. I stood up from the bed and sauntered towards the bathroom. I quickly filled the bathtub with cold water. Stacked myself naked and dipped my whole body Inside the water. I can't believe I'm going to take another cold shower all because I'm resisting myself from f*cking little bunny.

I waited until the footsteps faded away and then climbed off the bed, there had to be something in this room that would get rid of this blue mark. I searched everywhere, I tried scrubbing it, I chucked the bleach I found in the bathroom on it. Then I saw it his razor blade. Breaking the end off so I could just get to the blade, I sat on the side with my back to the large mirror. If I had to cut some of my flesh off, then I would, it wouldn’t be the first time I had lost a bit of flesh.

and tried hiring slightly less pretentious staff. I head into the Ladies’, survey my reflection, and wince. Sometimes I’m genuinely shocked at the version of me in the mirror. Do I look so unlike Angelina Jolie? When did those shadows appear under my eyes? Everything about me is too dark, I abruptly decide. My hair, my brows, my sallow skin. I need to get something bleached. Or maybe everything, all at once. There must surely be a spa somewhere that has an all-in-one bleaching tank. One quick dip; keep your mouth open for the teeth-whitening option. Hmm. Is there a piece in that? I type Bleach? into my BlackBerry, then attack

“I’m really not sure why it matters. Do not expect me to give you details. I’m not going to give you a blow by blow.” “Now I have to clean the boat,” he said with disgust. “What are you talking about?” “You sullied the boat. I sit on that couch. Hell, I lay on the damn thing. I need to know where the bleach goes.” I chuckled, taking another bite. “You should probably just get a hose. It would be more efficient.” He groaned. “Oh my god. Gross.” “You’ll survive.”