Dunk Tank Story Novels & Stories

But now we were both soaked, my dress plastered against my body, his shirt transparent, shorts clinging I could see his hard length. He turn me and pressed my front to the acrylic wall. I could see the outside, distorted parents clapping and cheering, and the kids lining up again. He yanked my panties down, just enough to enter. Freed himself. Rubbed the head against me… he began teasing. “You want it?” he whispered. I pushed back. “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you in a dunk tank.” “Yes. Avery.” I said growing impatient. He thrust in, going in slow. I moaned, the sound muffled by my own arm.

And he makes a disgusted face. "But you just ate them." "Nun uh, that was Tank. He looooves chocolate chip cookies!" He chortled. I hear Tank over the mindlink. 'I Don't Love them!' Zavier taunts. "Yeah right! You're obsessed with them!" Tank retorts half serious, haif embarrassed. 'I am Not obsessed!' Zavier teases him even more. "Of course, coming from the wolf that just ate 6 of them. Ms J, he's in loooove with them." Tank scoffs arrogantly. 'I am not in love with anyone but Abijah. She tastes better than any cookie!' Zav looks me up and down in shocked curiosity. "Really Ms J? You taste better than cookies?"

As for the company, leaderless, with the billion-dollar deal dead, its core technology leaked, and its major clients walking away one after another, its cash flow collapsed fast. It held on less than six months before declaring bankruptcy and liquidating. That high-end production line they'd spent a fortune bringing in was, in the end, dismantled and auctioned off cheap to cover debts. As for Nora, word of her being a deliberate homewrecker juggling multiple men spread through the industry like wildfire. A few videos of dubious authenticity even leaked out. The gossip even reached her own parents and relatives back in her hometown, leaving her with nowhere to go. After that day, she came loo

“My Mom is a fashion influencer—” “So, you’re the boy?” Kendrick gasps. “It was you… because of you…” I cut Bunny before he can probe further. I prefer him wandering in misconception. The truth can be lethal at the wrong time. I can’t take that risk. Yosef moves to the corner, yanks down the black tarp. Underneath: a massive tank, easily twelve feet across. Water sloshed inside, dark, murky, reeking of iron. Something moves beneath the surface.

He smiled, honestly looking happy. “You too, Tank.” THE DUCHESS Back when I thought, naively, of course, that I’d actually take over one day, I’d always planned that Tank would be my third. He was a good guy that took care of Karma and I when we were in our teens. Always bailing us out if (and when) we got into trouble. It was also Tank that gave us our first lessons on the shooting range and taught us the basics of bike maintenance. In many ways, he became like an adoptive father to us. In our world, parents should teach their kids those skills themselves. When my dad refused, Tank stepped up. Without Tank, I wouldn’t be who and where I am.

He was playing the part of the cold, demanding Vice President perfectly, but I knew the heat that lived under that leather vest. "Keep your eyes on the track, not the VP," a voice rasped. I turned to see Tank, the club's massive enforcer, leaning against a stack of tires. He was chewing on a toothpick, his eyes narrowed as he watched me work. He was one of the few who hadn't openly sneered at me since I arrived, but I knew better than to mistake silence for friendship. "I'm focused on my machine, Tank," I replied, sliding a wrench into my back pocket.

Tank raised his hands above his head in mock surrender and walked away. I placed the ball directly in front of the other fifteen and sent it off at them using the cue stick. Real fast, the ball went as it scattered the arrangement of the balls, kicking each one of them sideways. I yelled in cheers as a red rounded ball hurried it's way into the hole. "I scored." I bawled at Tank. "You won't be lucky next time?" He flared his nostrils. "How sure are you of that?" "A hundred percent." He said and I laughed hard.

"If you d******d unauthorized assets—like that 'Shard' from the library—the anti-cheat interprets it as a virus. It wipes the infected drive. You know the Terms of Service. Don't risk your account for flavor text." Jinx stared at him for a long, agonizing silence. "Right," she finally whispered. "My account. That's what matters." "The money matters," Ren reminded her, hating himself with every word. "Tank, how's your dad?" Tank perked up, grateful for the change of subject. "He's great! He's talking about opening a small shop. A bakery. Can you believe it? He hasn't worked in ten years because of his heart. Now he wants to bake bread. He told the neighbors his son is a genius beta-tester."

I shook him as I retorted, “You and I will talk about why you abandoned your post to poke your pointed nose in my business.” “Nia, if I die today, please tell my wife and kids that I love them.” Tank winced and uttered in a sorrowful tone, making the prayer sign. Nia caught the hard look I darted at Tank. “O-okay.” She replied, trying to decipher our expressions. “He doesn't have a family,” I explained to Nia. “Sure I do.” Tank shrugged, pointing at his temple. “They live in my head. Leave me with my dreams, Boss.”

A guy approached Tank and they whispered for a few minutes. “All right fuckstain, but just know this, if you die, I ain’t gonna lose sleep, kid or not,” he said, taking off his shirt. “Let’s do it then,” I said. I had nothing to lose, but I knew I wasn’t dying today. The bell rang and we started dancing around each other, neither one wanting to throw the first punch. After about a minute, and people getting antsy, Tank came at me with a left hook. I dodged it, bringing an upper-cut right to his ribs.