Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

Years of experience kicked in instantly. "Landslide! Everyone, move against the rock wall—now!" I shouted, my body already reacting, pressed tight against the hard stone. Although the team's morale had been crushed by Jack and Dakota earlier, their training still held. At my command, they immediately found safe positions. The ground where we had just stood gave way. Huge rocks and dirt tumbled down, swallowed instantly by a cloud of dust. Everyone broke into a cold sweat. One second later, and the consequences could've been disastrous.

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

“I work with the band.” He carried on looking at me blankly. “The band…Dionysus Rising.” I said it slowly, just in case he didn’t know who I was talking about. “I know who is in there, but like hell do you work with them. A groupie maybe, but you’re not getting at them in here, especially looking like that.” He motioned with his spare hand at my tied back hair and skin-tight jeans. I hadn’t had time to go back to the hotel and change into the dress I had picked out ready. “We are a classy joint. We have a dress code.”

He crouched beside Bryson and handed one over, his voice low and even. “Easy, buddy. Sip this slowly.” Bryson nodded, pale as milk. Noah passed the rest of the bottles out to those still upright. Wesley slid in from the opposite aisle, stepping over a discarded helmet as he checked on the others. “This is what dreams are made of,” he said, swapping out one full bag for an empty. “Cleaning up my new team’s puke. This is what I signed up for.” His voice was light but his hands were steady. I could see it in the way he moved. Focused. Quick. No hesitation.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

Either way, something was wrong there and it was awkward for me. I unzipped my duffel bag to pull out my phone and plug my ears with my earphones to blast some deafening music. I played an album by The Vamps, they were Blake's favorite band for strange reasons and too much hanging out with him had gotten me attached to their music. I didn't like this band until he had gotten me into them. Guess it was true that if you stayed with a person too much, you'd unconsciously adopt some of their habits and likes.

🌶🔥🥵 LimberJack: Tell me 🧏‍♂️ LonelyGirl: Rough and raw. Hard. push all my limits. Fuuuck I need to get home to my toys. 💦 LimberJack: That was amazing. Gotta get back to work. Thanks for helping me relieve some tension. I'll make sure to return the favor tonight since you don't want to rub one out in the office. LonelyGirl: you just came? I want to see it. can I lick it up since you got to taste me - it's only fair...

She threw up her devil horns on both fists, shaking her extended pinkies and index fingers at the crowd. “I’m ready to get dirty,” Reagan said. Dare chuckled into his microphone. “Oh hell yeah,” he said in a sexy growl. “I’ll get dirty with you, Reagan,” Logan said. “Let’s all get dirty,” Max yelled, and the band segued into their gritty ballad, “Stained.”

“Damian… Dominic… please… oh god, it’s too much…” “Not enough,” Dominic snarled, his voice rough as gravel. “You’re gonna come again for us. Right now. Milk our cocks, baby. Show us what a good little slut you are.” I did. I shattered again, harder than any before, my scream turning into a silent gasp as my body locked up and then exploded. Tears streamed down my face. My vision blurred. I was floating, drowning, completely theirs. Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, they started to slow. Not stopping, just easing back, giving my wrecked body a moment to breathe. I collapsed forward onto Dominic’s chest, panting, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my

Broken. Bloody. But no longer alone.